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Post by dynamitedagger on Oct 26, 2011 20:25:43 GMT -5
Ok good I can't get kicked out for awhile. But should we clean this place up a bit? I don't know about you but I don't like sleeping in dung. It usually smells when there is to much outside.
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Post by skeets on Oct 28, 2011 19:08:43 GMT -5
I guess I have been falling behind on the cleaning a bit haha Llama's area out back needs to be cleaned out. How long have you been in the zones DeDe? *I walk over to the goat with a bowl of water and he immediately laps it up*
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Post by dynamitedagger on Oct 29, 2011 20:29:41 GMT -5
Uh don't know. Maybe a year or two. Let's see, I almost got killed like three times cause of the hotel, and then going to hard knocks and the the whole survival thing, then going to the snake place got me threatened, also going to Plastic Paradise, and on the way here. So about a year sounds right.
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Post by skeets on Oct 30, 2011 14:48:29 GMT -5
*I look at her, lost* uh quite an adventure you've had then i'm sure. *I pick up a dustpan and brush*
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Post by angelicexplosion on Oct 31, 2011 10:49:32 GMT -5
*I shut the door behind me. Mariah is laying on the bed with her back to the door* What was that all about? *She scares me but the anger is overwhelming* They are friends? do you even understand that concept? Skeets is letting us stay here and you.... you are just....just RUDE!
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Post by blackmariah on Oct 31, 2011 11:07:10 GMT -5
*I dont turn around* You're only learning that now? If you dont like it, why'd you invite me here? Go back to your buddies. I'm getting some sleep and then I'm leaving!
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Post by angelicexplosion on Oct 31, 2011 11:21:47 GMT -5
Fine! Go back to your cave, like you're really gonna survive out there for very much longer anyway! *I storm out of the room*
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Post by blackmariah on Oct 31, 2011 11:52:30 GMT -5
*I hear her slam the door. I roll around and get off the bed. I walk over to the sink on the far side of the room. I slowly take off the sunglasses that covers half my face, then take off the bandanna which covers the rest of it. I look into the mirror, there is a diagonal crack in it but it will do. The scars of a previous battle have failed to heal. I barely look like myself anymore. There is a permanent blue tinge in my lips that show the length of time I spent in polluted waters. My hair, which has turned snow white and my raspy voice where radiation has damaged my vocal chords means I barely recognize myself. My blue eyes are bloodshot and faded.* I don't look like me, I don't even sound like me *I whisper to the mirror. I harden my gaze at the reflection staring back* Everything you were is dead! Everything you were is dead! Now all thats left is this! Nobody even notices you're gone. Its better back there! *I sigh. A constant tiredness hangs over me like a black cloud* Although... no harm in having some fun while I here....
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Post by skeets on Nov 1, 2011 6:55:18 GMT -5
*Angel comes stomping out of the room* So it didnt go well I take it? Isolation does funny things to people. How'd you meet her anyway?
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Post by dynamitedagger on Nov 1, 2011 20:58:34 GMT -5
*I turn around from helping Skeets clean* Woah what happened? But uh yeah how did you guys meet? She doesn't seem like the kind of person that would go out and see people.
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Post by angelicexplosion on Nov 4, 2011 6:52:11 GMT -5
URGH! *I suppress a scream* She is so frustrating! She was living in a cave out beside where.... out beside the ocean. I couldn't just leave her there, sharpening her stupid spears. She's anti social but I thought having her around people.... Nevermind. She's adament on going back to that stupid cave and not fighting and not caring so see if I care
(sorry I havent been on, my ma locked away her laptop :-( )
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Post by skeets on Nov 4, 2011 7:44:19 GMT -5
Its alright, you tried. Let her go back. She obviously doesnt want help or want to help. Although it may be a front. Any idea how long she's been out there alone?
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Post by dynamitedagger on Nov 4, 2011 15:09:20 GMT -5
Yeah some people just act like something to hide over sadness and stuff. *I bend back down to pick up a piece of glass* Like the bended light in the glass. Its not the real thing. The real thing is the broken glass.
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Post by skeets on Nov 4, 2011 20:38:04 GMT -5
(carrying on from pg 7 of home sweet hell)
*picks up the radio from the dashboard of the truck* Calling the bowling alley
*I walk around the bar and pick up the radio, watching the other two talk* Hey Boots, where ya been?
*RB* Not important right now. I'll be there soon with two others. Anyone else there?
*RB* Uh a few, I'll see you soon then I guess...
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Post by dynamitedagger on Nov 4, 2011 20:59:54 GMT -5
Who are those people and do we have enough room for them? I don't feel like sharing a room with older guys again. Then again Dr. Fox wouldn't hurtle but still. Awkward.
(I never read Home Sweet Hell should I?)
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Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
Yes, I'm still running - sort of. But it is lonely out here. Haven't seen anyone else for a while.
Aug 10, 2016 3:18:46 GMT -5
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