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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:30 pm
This is the front entry room, which is large, yet cozy. It leads to the kitchen, the hallway leading towards the bedrooms, the stairs, and virtually anywhere you want to go from the front door. There are comfy window seats that you can curl up on, and a hodge-podge of respectable yet ancient-looking furniature tastefully set out all around the room. There is a grand fireplace over next to the door leading to the kitchen, and the television is located at an angle against the side of where the stairs start and the wall next to the windows.
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Posted: Mon Nov 07, 2005 11:44 pm
(well, someone did it... I was worried I'd screw it up if I did...)
Stephen was sitting near his things, where he'd set that girl from the kitchen. She'd said her name was Oni. Or something. He smiled softly and moved a bit of hair from her face, then adjusted his jacket, which he'd used to cover her. He didn't want her to end up flashing everyone her underwear.
He chuckled softly and sighed, then, eyes closed, he began to sing. It was an old Irish tune called 'Wild Rover'. One of his favorites.
"I've played the wild rover for many's the year Spent all my money on whiskey and beer Now homeward I come with gold in great store And I never will play the wild rover no more
And it's No! Nay! Never! No, nay, never, no more! Will I play the wild rover Nay, never, no more..."
His voice was decent, considering he'd had no training, and his lyrics were generally screamed or shouted at a wildly pogoing and slamdancing audience.
OOC: crap, time paradox...
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