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 Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 7:36 pm
((an ooc intro to this thread.))
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 7:38 pm
-barthalamule's house- Livin' alone!-
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 7:38 pm
-Friction's house. run, duck, and cover.-
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 7:39 pm
-the yard~ connection two worlds, one discovery at a time-
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Posted: Mon May 23, 2005 7:39 pm
-one post, justincase. cool -
*Pulls out green and gold soapbox with gold trimmings* AHEM! I Naree, give this thread my approval and official stamp.
STAMP!
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 2:05 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 2:20 pm
"That is too bad, I guess. Many people like my poetry. I have written quite a lot of it." Naree's smile falterd at this. But it would be nice to have someone new to impress. Looking at the shop, she wondered if Friction would hold her hand. 'Silly,' she thought to herself. 'He barely knows me.'
"Been hit yet?" Her eyes were confused as she looked at the building. "Who hits it?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 2:26 pm
"People who don't realize that there is really no cash in the register. They rob this place...or try to. Happens at least once a week." Friction said, oblivious to what the person opposite him was thinking. "They don't physically hit it..." He said, going through the door and holding it open for her, an odd expression on his face.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 2:30 pm
Naree went through the door. She had been to shops before, but never one with such a bright indoor light. She squinted her amethyst eyes and moved forward so that Friction could come in. Looking around, she saw all sorts of different things...including an Indian looking fellow who had ducked underneath the counter.
"Um," she started. "Where do we get the slushies at? I still would like a blue one."
Turning to look back at friction, she didn't realize how close they were and bumped into him. Turning shades of red, she moved backwards and bumped into a candy display, knocking candy all over the place. "Oops. Sorry...I can pick that up."
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 2:37 pm
Watching her for a moment, Friction mumbled. "Nah, dun matter, gives the slack-offs here something to do." Turning down an isle, he obviously expected her to fallow. At the back of the store, was a machine with four tubes with different color liquids flowing inside them. "Red....Green...Brown...Blue. Ima go with brown." He said, going to grab two "G!ANT GULP!" Cups. Filling his up first, he set it aside, and began filling up Naree's. "You sure you only want one color?" He said, looking over his shoulder.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2005 2:43 pm
"Um, blue would be just fine for me." She looked back at the mess on the floor and shrugged. The store employee had started to pick up the candy and was giving her evil looks. Some of the bars had mushed together into the mat.
"Maybe a little bit of green. Are you sure I shouldn't help?" She whispered the last part and clung to Friction's arm. "That guy doesn't look to happy."
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 7:12 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 7:23 pm
Naree waited for said taxi to take her back to Friction's place. Shock was finally overtaking her body and her brain was slowly begining to shut down. The bench outside the hospital seemed a lot bigger as one of the workers sat her down. She held the bottle of pills in her hands and trembled slightly.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 7:25 pm
Blazen, throughout this town, had eaten his dinner, gotten into the fridge, eaten the ice cream, and ate half an apple, and had fallen asleep. In the fruit bowl.
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Posted: Fri Sep 23, 2005 7:35 pm
The ride home in the taxi did not take too long, seeing as Naree and Friction had not gone too far. Never before had she taken pills, it was always alcohol that she had drowned her sorrows and worries in.
The hospital had kindly paid for her taxi and the driver saw to it that she at least got up to the front door. Naree pushed on the door and watched as it swung open. Collapsing to her knees, she wrenched the bottle open and shook to rather large pills into her hand. Her head and neck were causing her so much pain; it had to stop no matter what... Swallowing the pills, Naree called out softly, "Blazen?"
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