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Post by SlightlyMad on Feb 19, 2004 5:56:55 GMT -5
Around Time of TSS Rating : G
Esme Squalor pulled on her innest dressing gown and slipped into her mules, the ones with the eye motif. They weren’t her innest, she would have proffered her Pinstripe ones but Olaf was around. She poured herself a buttermilk and tottered over to Olaf who was posing in front of the mirror . “Darling” She trilled “My pinstripe suit is getting a little worn, can we stop off at the In boutique on the way to the last safe place”, “Ahhh, when tomorrow is through I will have enough fortunes to buy you a million pinstripe suits” replied Olaf. Esme un-zipped her eye shaped make-up and began to perform her toilette. “Why do you wash every day? Esme dear, I only wash once a month and I don’t smell… much” asked Olaf. “Who ever told you that” thought Esme, though she didn’t say it aloud.
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Post by SlightlyMad on Feb 19, 2004 9:07:32 GMT -5
plz rate i'm only 10
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Post by badlee on Feb 19, 2004 12:17:52 GMT -5
Nice...I could improve/help you, but it's yours, all yours, so you write it!
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Post by SlightlyMad on Feb 19, 2004 12:32:45 GMT -5
OHH helping/ improving is cool you do that
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Post by Mrs. (Alphonse) Elric on Feb 19, 2004 20:13:10 GMT -5
I like it! ;D
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Post by badlee on Feb 20, 2004 5:02:22 GMT -5
Esme Squalor pulled on her innest dressing gown and slipped into her mules, the ones with the eye motif. They weren’t her innest, she would have prefered her Pinstripe ones but Olaf was around. He loved eyes, and had one on his ankle...how ironic. She poured herself a buttermilk and tottered over to Olaf who was posing in front of the mirror, in a stupid way. "He has no in looks," Esme thought. "I like that in a man.". “Darling” She trilled “My pinstripe suit is getting a little worn, can we stop off at the In boutique on the way to the last safe place”, “Ahhh, when tomorrow is through I will have enough fortunes to buy you a million pinstripe suits” replied Olaf. Esme un-zipped her eye shaped make-up and began to perform her toilette. “Why do you wash every day? Esme dear, I only wash once a month and I don’t smell… much” asked Olaf. “Who ever told you that” thought Esme, though she didn’t say it aloud. "What was that, dear?" Olaf asked. "Nothing...I was...um...thinking." How did he know I was thinking? Can he read minds? Esme thought. "But, if it makes you feel better, I'll have a shower tommorow." Olaf suggested. "That'll be pleasant...make it a good one, you smell!" Esme said playfully, and laughed a high, cruel laugh. At Olaf. "I do not smell!" Olaf cried, but he couldn't supress a grin. "Oh lookee me, I'm Esme, I dance around with make up on!" Olaf said, and danced around the room. God he looks stupid, Esme thought. ------------------------------------------- Sorry if I stole your story, but I couldn't resist a few...jokes.
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Post by SlightlyMad on Feb 20, 2004 8:17:06 GMT -5
funny ick you made it sound god and it was knda short
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Post by badlee on Feb 20, 2004 8:55:07 GMT -5
Eh, my motto for writing is; "Quality, not Quantity" which here means, I go for Quality, not for how big it is.
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