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 Jun 2, 2013 19:03:09 GMT -8
"Someone like you? Oh, a man? I think I can restrain myself, somehow. Don't worry your goodly Catholic head about that!"
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Post by Dr. Maneep Pamplemousse on Jun 2, 2013 19:31:51 GMT -8
"Well, if yer not afraid of men or wolves, the communal room could use a lady's touch and we've got room for a few more." Wolf flashed a friendful grin (maybe slightly toothy) and stood up.[/i] "I'm gonna go find the sister an' get this cleaned up." He gave a little salute and headed up the stairs.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 2, 2013 19:54:59 GMT -8
"I'm not concerned about that, just your comfort. If you'd like, you can. I have extra room in there." He offers simply, and then gets up to set the house in order. "Everyone, we have the matter settled, you may come down if you want to discuss it, or go back to bed." Sister Blaze is busy attending to her patient, but she would take the time to help Wolf bandage his wound. The man turns to him and says "...we are all going to hell...We're all...he's looking for us.." to which Sister Blaze replies without a beat "He's delirious."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 2, 2013 20:24:44 GMT -8
Anya leaned back in her chair and sent a look to Caleb. Who scampered half way upstairs and sat down, sticking his tongue out in rebellion. Anya sighed in defeat. "Trust me Molly, you don't want to share a room with that stinker. I'm sure either of these guys will be gentlemen. If not we can always kick them where it hurts ."
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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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Gender: Unknown Skeleton
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Post by DKender on Jun 2, 2013 21:19:30 GMT -8
She smiled faintly.[/i] "I love your brother, Anya, but he's a handfull. How do you manage? OH! In all the excitement, I forgot ... I made you a little somethin somethin. Find me at breakfast tomorrow, okay? It's even gift wrapped." Molly yawned.[/i] "As for the gentlemen, por que no los dos?" She had a horrible Spanish accent. This woman clearly did not speak any language but English! "It's only couch surfing. Not like I'll clear out my bedroom - that can be a writer's den and salon. Well, good night, Dolls." She stood and winked at Sylvia.[/i] "Good night, girlfriend." Molly returned upstairs.[/i]
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 3, 2013 6:36:32 GMT -8
"Hurmph, goodnight. I hope there's no more zombie werewolves out there, or whatever you found." She wanders back in, puts the gun back into the lock cabinet, and then wanders upstairs with Breg into the darkness.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 3, 2013 6:39:47 GMT -8
Morning breaks in the common room, and the first rays of light stream into the darkness of the interior.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 3, 2013 16:53:01 GMT -8
In the area of the house that passed as the kitchen, sister Isa sings to herself, it appears to be a hymn in Spanish. She seems otherwise preoccupied with watching the flies that drifted lazily above them, and cooking some eggs resulting from their yard chickens, along with "cheese" she had made by curdling goat milk with lemon juice and then pressing and straining the results. She seemed pleased, before cutting pieces of canned meat into the mixture, along with bits of fresh tomato. "Good." She muttered to herself, and then set out the first plate. She was, at the very least, a very decent chef. Sister Marissa sat in the common room, nibbling on her fancy scrambled eggs. She had lost some weight since the beginning of the apocalypse, but there was enough drifting around to keep her well fed. She skimmed the pages of a dog-eared novel " His and Her Circumstances in the meantime. Sister Sylvia was similarly having a bite to eat, though she stood, and stared out the window at the yard in the meanwhile, watchful and alert as a dog might be. She rubbed her freckled face with the back of her hand, and then pushed it through her too-long hair. She had an attractive athleticism about her, even disabled as she was. Sister Blaze was conspicuously absent.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 3, 2013 16:54:51 GMT -8
"I'm going off to get more supplies today, I assume we will need more medical supplies to keep our man alive... We could also use more canned meats stockpiled, and perhaps dried protein powder." The man was wearing a brand new flannel shirt, though despite his calm exterior, he seemed anxious. Was their new recruit doing alright?
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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 Jun 3, 2013 17:50:58 GMT -8
"Good morning, ladies and Breg. Marissa, Darling, what ARE you reading? That isn't the bible!" She snickered.[/i]
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 3, 2013 17:59:01 GMT -8
Anya wandered in with Caleb in toe. She was dressed in her usual leather jacket, some unidentifiable obscure band shirt and black jeans. She picked up some eggs for Caleb and her self then sat down to much on them. She gave Molly a wave and grinned at the bible comment. Caleb sat near the the nuns and began making a mess of his breakfast. He had decided that the end of the world meant manners too.
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 3, 2013 17:59:24 GMT -8
"It..it it...its a romance story... " She says in a quiet voice, and looked about her to see if any of the others looked at her with judging eyes. They didn't. "What do you want to do with romance? There's nothing exciting about all that tripe, unless you're that kind of author, Molly." She grunts, finishing her meal and carrying it to the designated trashcan. "Good morning." The man's pitch raised in greeting, though he looked up anxiously. "I'm arranging a quick trip out today, it's dangerous to be out too long, but we need more fluids, and some drugs to help stabilize the man we brought in. He's not doing too well this morning. We could use some more protein too, if you want to come with me. We killed the creature last night. Did you sleep ok?"
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Post by Dr. Jar on Jun 3, 2013 18:05:27 GMT -8
"It's not that bad..no, look..look, it's just like a comic strip." She turns it over and it appears to be a simple black and white comic with crudely drawn characters talking to each other. They may be a boy and a girl, or two girls. It's hard to tell from the artistry. "I like it...It's innocent, I promise..." She offers nervously.
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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 Jun 3, 2013 19:51:32 GMT -8
"Sylvia, were you hugged enough as a child?" As Breg asked Anya to join the outdoor mission (he certainly wasn't speaking to Molly, who rarely stepped outside, much less off the property), she sat on the sofa's armrest, near Marissa.[/i] "I write about the human condition with a dash of elves and clairvoyants. It's all good fun. Don't let anybody discourage your imagination, Marissa. During summers in high school, I spent all day in the library and NEVER wanted for more excitement."
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Post by ∆§Indea§∆ on Jun 3, 2013 20:08:49 GMT -8
"Yeah, I hope he pulls through. I'll come. I'm always ready to kick in a few deadies, gotta wait for Wolf to wake up though, yeah?"
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