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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 22:19:21 GMT -5
"Sorry," he appologized, "I suppose I'm not very used to humor, unless some one else finds me amusing. I suppose I'm not really used to people, now that I think of it." He was now more of talking to himself.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 22:20:28 GMT -5
"not everyone is a people person mr. crain"she said glancing at him.
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 22:43:04 GMT -5
He looked up at her for a moment. "I suppose not," he said. "What about you? You live in the forest, away from everyone.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 22:47:39 GMT -5
she nodded."its quiet there and there i wont be bothered about my difrances. i like to read in scilence."
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 23:01:55 GMT -5
"I'm sorry if I disturbed you," he said, "but what differences are these, if I may ask?"
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 23:05:41 GMT -5
she gazed at the fire."well..most girls my age are tumbleing with boys. i prefure to spend days talking insted of fooling around. im not that pritty eather."
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 23:07:38 GMT -5
"Tumbling?" Ichabod questioned her use of vocabulary. "You are too pretty. I think any girl that, well, knows how to read is pretty no matter what she looks like."
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 23:11:22 GMT -5
she flushed."your a kind man mr.crain. do you even know what tumbleing is?"she asked, curiously.
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 23:14:02 GMT -5
"Um...not really, no," he said quietly. "Should I?"
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 23:15:27 GMT -5
"do you know what canoodleing is?"she asked giggleing softly."if not then lets put it at this. their maden heads were cut off, as shakespere so puts it"
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 23:17:10 GMT -5
"Ah," he said with a nod, "you see, that way I've hear it put." He glanced out the window and noticed the sky lighting. "It's almost dawn."
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 23:23:01 GMT -5
she glanced out"so it is. i didnt notice the time go by, all this excitement... im afrid i wont be getting sleep soon. wll i suppose you must be tires, you should go rest up untill breakfast is made."she said smileing wairly
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 23:25:49 GMT -5
"I doubt I'll sleep," he said, absently looking at his hand. There was still a bit of dried blood there. He gasped quietly and closed his hand. "In fact, I don't really want sleep."
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 23:38:41 GMT -5
"you dont get much sleepdo you mr, crain?"she asked
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 23:41:11 GMT -5
"Well, not lately," he said, "Come to think of it, since I was assigned to come here I haven't slept through the night. Always a nightmare...some decipitated corpse filling my head."
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 23:47:16 GMT -5
she nodded."you should try the medacin womand dreamless speeo potion, it works for some."
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 23, 2007 23:54:58 GMT -5
"Sounds like Laudaunum," he said, "I think that's dangerous." He stood suddenly and bowed to her. "If you'll excuse me, I suddenly remembered I left my notebook strewn all over my floor."
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 23, 2007 23:57:59 GMT -5
she nodded, stood and bowed as well."goodbye mr.crain"she said, her voice less cheerfull now. she sat back down and buried her face back in her book, whishing she had simply said nothing at all.
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Post by Alec Individual on Apr 24, 2007 0:01:31 GMT -5
"Good night....or morning," he bid her and left the room. He didn't really care too much about picking up his notebook. His real reason for the sudden departure was that he was becoming a bit uncomfortable. Strange, he'd never been unomfortable around people before. Maybe it was that he'd hardly had a personal coversation with some one before.
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Post by Willow Short on Apr 24, 2007 0:03:49 GMT -5
she sighed and waited for the door to shut before she hurled the book intot he fire, causing the flaims to pop loudly as they devowered the books pages like hungry monsters.
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