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 Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 6:57 pm
A small, black and green bottle sat with an unassuming air about it, tall blades of grass tickling the fabric wrapped sides.
The bottle would have let out a contented sigh, if it had the capacity to do so. Unfortunately, lacking both lungs and a mouth through which to exhale, the spout on its body not built for such activity, it simply remained as it was, glimmering in the sun light.
A cloud moved across the sun above, casting a shadow over the bottle. It seemed to spark a thought, one that clung to the air and found no place to settle and be turned over, asking no one why a bottle might be sitting so serenely in the middle of an open grassy field. But without a mind to consider it, the thought fluttered away as the cloud rolled lazily by and left the bottle, once again, standing alone in an ocean of green.
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Posted: Thu Apr 17, 2008 9:30 pm
 Another bottle sat nearby, though how it had managed to get so close to the green and black bottle was anyone's guess. It wasn't like it had legs or the ability to hover around freely. And there didn't seem to be any Temeo around who might have thought the lonely, almost thoughtful bottle with the bright emerald ribbon may have needed some company.
It was just... there.
This clear bottle with flames dancing just within appeared rather vain, dawning accessories though it was nothing more than formed glass covered in a piece of brown fabric. With its bracer, studded collar and thin silver necklace with a purple stone that glimmered faintly despite being cast into shadows from its position away from the sun, the bottle seemed ready to win any crowd over. Except, there wasn't a crowd in sight.
Just another bottle.
The fire-ridden bottle almost appeared to wiggle -though it was probably nothing more than a shift in the wind- towards the other, possibly greeting it. A small puff of smoke escaped from the spout, welcoming traced within the faint gray clouds.
Maybe.
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Posted: Fri Apr 18, 2008 11:51 am
The small green bottle continued to sit. A ray of sunlight glinted off its surface as a puff of smoke escaped the fiery bottle sitting near by. If it could turn and point its spout toward the other object it might have, though there was something about the black and green bottle that suggested it did not feel obligated to be social.
A small gust of wind rustled the green bottle's ribbon, making it wave listlessly, and obligatory gesture forced by circumstance. It hardly seemed lively, barely moving even as the wind encouraged it.
The contents of the bottle hardly stirred, as if indifferent to the new, or perhaps old considering neither of them had come to be there of their own will, and there was no telling how long they had sat oblivious to each other, company.
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Posted: Mon Apr 28, 2008 5:56 pm
Because the bottles were just bottles and weren't going to be going anywhere any time soon, the glass frame containing Art did absolutely nothing. It just sat there, looking smug as it's little strings flailed in the wind happily. It seemed quite content in being a bottle and thus not having to deal with the other bottle sitting near by it.
It seemed like a mean bottle anyway. Kari moved up to the bottles, glad to have found it. "Just where I left you," she hummed lightly, looking down at the little thing. Then she noticed the bottle wasn't alone. Strange. When she had set it down to head off and do her business there hadn't been another bottle there. Where the hell had it come from? Looking around, she frowned.
No one in sight.
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