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Post by notsoquiet on Aug 2, 2008 3:01:47 GMT -5
I would write more...but no time. Tomorrow then.
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Post by Riley Poole on Sept 12, 2008 19:27:09 GMT -5
Lemony sat there, frozen in place, his face turning pale. "I don't think we should be doing this." He gulped. Kit rolled her eyes.
"You're coming if I have to carry you the rest of the way, Lemony. We have to show up or Esme will surely be suspicious."
"Who do you think that man is?" Beatrice asked in a hushed voice. Kit thought for a moment, wondering if she recognized the voice. No one came to mind.
"I'm not sure." She finally sighed, pursing her lips. "Let's just go."
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Post by melon head. on Oct 25, 2008 22:25:35 GMT -5
"Wait," Lemony called. "If we go in there she'll kill us. Do we at least have gas masks?"
"He's right," Kit said thoughtfully. "She's obviously trying to poison us."
"I've got a handkerchief," Beatrice tried half-heartedly.
Lemony sighed. "They're wearing gas masks. Whatever they're using must be strong. I suggest we go, get gas masks and then come back."
Beatrice rolled her eyes. "Good luck with that. Kit, what do we do?"
Kit groaned. "We'll have to knock."
"What? We'll still end up dead."
"Not on her door, on anyone's door. Ask around.. See who can lend us a mask or two."
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Post by Riley Poole on Nov 10, 2008 22:11:47 GMT -5
"Oh yes, many people have gas masks lying around their homes." Beatrice replied, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We can't go now, not until it's safe. We have to leave!"
"No, we'll find a way." Kit replied stubbornly. "I need to think." She sat down beside her brother, concentration etched on her face. Beatrice sat on the other side of Lemony, offering him a weak smile.
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