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Post by violet on Apr 27, 2008 0:15:59 GMT -5
Thursday party with Esmé, Beatrice, Lemony, and Kit.
Esmé: violet Beatrice: open Lemony: open Kit: open
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Post by Riley Poole on May 13, 2008 15:34:52 GMT -5
I'll take Beatrice please.
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Post by melon head. on May 13, 2008 15:36:07 GMT -5
Lemony please. XD
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Post by notsoquiet on Jun 13, 2008 12:50:30 GMT -5
Can I be Kit please?
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Post by Riley Poole on Jun 16, 2008 17:15:21 GMT -5
Does this mean we can start then? Since all the characters are filled up?
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Post by notsoquiet on Jun 18, 2008 3:33:10 GMT -5
I guess, maybe we should wait for Violet....
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Post by melon head. on Jun 27, 2008 20:03:11 GMT -5
Does someone want to PM her?
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Post by Riley Poole on Jun 27, 2008 23:57:26 GMT -5
That might be a good idea. I don't think I could do it though. I'm still a newbie here, and don't know too many of you guys yet.... >.<
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Post by melon head. on Jun 28, 2008 23:38:22 GMT -5
Well, I guess I could do it... *Shrugs*
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Post by notsoquiet on Jun 29, 2008 8:12:54 GMT -5
Thanks PMing her May. Now-we wait.
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Post by Riley Poole on Jul 5, 2008 18:48:39 GMT -5
And wait. And wait. And wait.
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Post by notsoquiet on Jul 6, 2008 4:00:16 GMT -5
and wait some more.
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Post by melon head. on Jul 7, 2008 2:49:30 GMT -5
La la la.. what's say we just start?
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Post by notsoquiet on Jul 7, 2008 3:23:22 GMT -5
Sure. Of course Lemony must begin. (well, because I am too lazy.)
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Post by melon head. on Jul 8, 2008 17:22:55 GMT -5
Alrighty... well, here goes. Sorry that it's so short- I really don't have the faintest idea what Violet was intending for this RP to be like. *** Sharp wind briskly blew about the streets, knocking over newspaper towers and uprooting small trees. The graying sky seemed to make the outdoors more uninviting than they already were. Lemony stared through his window, one eyebrow raised pointedly. He would have to venture outside, something that did not appeal to him in the slightest. But, as always, the tattoo of an eye that rested on his ankle was a reminder of what had to be done. The present he had hastily wrapped earlier that morning tucked safely under his arm, Lemony left his dreary apartment and set across town. As he walked, battling with the wind, there was only one thought that kept him going. The sugar bowl.
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