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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 11, 2013 15:13:02 GMT -8
Ashley grunted at the first comment, but the second he nodded at. "She agreed last night, I don't know if that constitutes a relationship."
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
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Post by DKender on Jan 11, 2013 15:56:54 GMT -8
"Whoa. And I thought Micah was just pulling your chain ... Respectfully, Patti's a ten out of ten. You're one lucky son of a gun, like my uncle always says."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 11, 2013 16:02:07 GMT -8
Ashley has a rare, non-angry reaction to his words, and blushes, before coughing. "That, she is. If she was any younger everyone here would be all over her, I guess it's their loss they don't see how exceptional and rare she is. Overlooking a woman of her caliber just because of her age is a crime, I say. Especially since many of us here are no spring chickens ourselves. I've been around a long time, and never met someone quite like her." He eyes Alex thoughtfully. An exception to that rule, he was sure, then again, all the art students had been young.
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DKender
Only One Skeleton has the Power to Control both Life and Death, Light and Dark, Words and Blank Space, Our Humble Lives Continue Only by the Grace and Magnanimity of This Skeleton
Nay, let us walk from fire unto firey skeleton ...
Posts: 9,204
Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jan 11, 2013 16:49:11 GMT -8
"Haha. A crime? You're under arrest for criminal bad taste! Put your hands in the air! OH. Please give this tea to Ione for me? Don't tell her it's my gift. Just say you found some lying around and heard she likes stuff with cinnamon." He handed Ashley some Tazo chai from Starbucks, which indeed contained cinnamon. "Okay, I'm off. Thanks for the favor." Alex left, muttering something under his breath. Rookie, you could be a torso model. Never wear a shirt again."But I like polos ..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jan 11, 2013 17:20:24 GMT -8
"Alright." He watches Alex leave, and wonders what he's mumbling about now. Alex was a strange one.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 2, 2013 1:15:36 GMT -8
Another day... Ivan- "What a day!"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 18, 2013 17:50:12 GMT -8
Ashley returned to his room, only a little bit unsteadily. He had wanted to know about REI but he supposed that she needed a private discussion with someone right now. Someone...Johnson..He was more tolerable upon meeting this time anyways. He closed the door behind him and then lay on his bed. It felt nice laying down.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 18, 2013 18:25:01 GMT -8
The early evening was cool and pleasant. A breeze crept in through the crack of the window, rustling his little monuments to the fallen. He noticed something amiss.
One of his figures had been knocked down. Probably the wind. It was Mr. Friskers. He felt like the poor guy needed the respect of having that card in place, so he went to fix it. Just on the other side of the bed, a sudden movement seized his attention. Something ran under the bed.
He turned around quickly, and saw the small shape rush to the bedroom door. It paused to look back at him. Mr. Friskers- "..."
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 18, 2013 18:33:07 GMT -8
His heart leapt. He had not had THAT much to drink had he? Or was it another cat who looked like him? But it couldn't be.... "...Frisk frisk! Here kitkit!" He didn't even have cat treats. SHIT. Even if he had them, was that really his cat? The lighting was good..it was definitely Mr. Friskers. "Come here." He decided that maybe his voice was a little funny but following him seemed like a good idea. He took a string from under the bed and wiggled it to try to entice him to come closer. "Smm smm!" He made the strange kissy noises that cat owners believe attracts the attention of cats to the animal's shape, and stumbled after him, trying to be slow. Slow...slow not stumble...
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 18, 2013 18:54:06 GMT -8
Mr. Friskers- "rreOOWR! TsssT!" Mr. Friskers seemed not to recognize his master. He ran!
He was out the front door of the apartment...
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 18, 2013 19:02:37 GMT -8
"MR. FRISKERS WAIT! Wait...wait..." He stumbled after him, trying to follow the cat. He wasn't sure if he was smiling or crying or both...Or neither. His face was wet and he thought he was desperate, but how desperate he wasn't sure. What a strange mixture of emotion...which he was convinced, was certainly real. Cats did that sometimes, maybe he just freaked Friskers out. He followed the cat a little unevenly, catching himself with the wall as he went.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 18, 2013 19:17:20 GMT -8
Mr. Friskers ran into the south stairwell, and now he had homies!
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Post by Dr. Jar on Feb 18, 2013 19:27:53 GMT -8
Ashley was baffled and probably still crying, had he begun to cry, and followed the others. "How did you get out?" He was pretty sure some of these animals belonged to other people in the building...reasonably sure.
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Post by Thy Dungyeon Maestyr on Feb 18, 2013 19:30:18 GMT -8
Indeed, the stairwell door seemed possible for a cat to push open, but the door to the apartment opened inward. How did he do that? The chase moved to the south stairwell, leaving the apartment behind...
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Feb 21, 2013 8:47:49 GMT -8
Patti Kramered into her apartment as the door opened in the wrong direction, sending her off balance. Stupid traitor door. She walked across the dark room, but was rudely interrupted by a couch that hadn't been there before. She tottered and reeled and finally fell, barely turning enough to land in the chair instead of face-first into unfamiliar coffee table. What was going on? Ugh. She got up and blinked until she could see a little in the dim light filtering under the door. She really couldn't figure out why she couldn't figure out which room she figured was her, um... figure? Woof. She sat back down on the couch and laid down. Better than nothing. She pulled her jacket back over her head and started thinking about the blueyness of the line of the jagky...
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