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Post by Nikki on Aug 11, 2006 22:25:21 GMT
I studied him more carefully, waiting for his reply to my outburst. He looked pretty average, for a pirate. . .but something was off. I'd read a thousand fantasies of him, but my image was nothing like the live version that stood in my house, pistol still pointed toward me as if I was a barbarian and could attack at any moment. I noticed a strange open wound on his right jawline; something the books had not included in drawing and sketching. I reprimanded myself for noticing details. . .they led to attachment. I focused on a darker spot in the wall behind him to avert my attention.
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Post by Daz on Aug 11, 2006 22:33:37 GMT
I draw a stick man and then kill him again by crushing my finger into his sandy outline.. and so he soon becomes a blobman.
muwahahaha..
Oh boy, I need to get a Life.
"jaaaaaaaaaaaaack." I groan under my breath in bordem.. and confusion...
what house, where...
i have no idea what they are talking about.
Why is it when i sleep things start to get interesting.
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Post by Nikki on Aug 11, 2006 22:37:31 GMT
I quickly looked up, out the window. A female voice. I really shouldn't be thinking about that wound. It was some other girl's place. I tried to hide the jealousy that was flaring. Why should I care? I'd only just met him, and not under the most delightful circumstances. "How many women are there?" I asked him.
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Post by Daz on Aug 11, 2006 22:48:15 GMT
"hmmmf." I mumble quietly... glancing back out to the ocean and then the pearl
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Post by Nikki on Aug 11, 2006 23:22:07 GMT
(Shall we wait for Ans? Running out of ideas at the mo'.)
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Post by Daz on Aug 11, 2006 23:24:45 GMT
(you dont have to post everytime i make a post.. if you are awaiting a reply or whatever  im just improvising because im bored.. but aye, waiting for ans is good) |
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Post by Jacky on Aug 12, 2006 10:17:34 GMT
I snap out of my thoughts at her question, and my gaze travels to the window for a moment, before it wanders back to her. I give her a crooked grin, "Approximately half a billion in the world, luv." I inform her promptly.
With the barrel of the gun I gesture in the direction of the door where I came in, "C'mon, then." I tell her to get out of the house.
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Post by Daz on Aug 12, 2006 11:53:49 GMT
Urgh, i feel all sandy now.
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Post by Jacksblackpearl on Aug 12, 2006 12:55:04 GMT
( Can there be a small description of this rp in the introductionarea ? thank you)
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Post by Nikki on Aug 12, 2006 13:15:34 GMT
I sigh and walk ahead of him. "There is no f*cking reason you should want me!" I grumble, making sure to kick up sand in his face as I storm out the door.
(Uh, sure! And good morning (well, for me) everyone. lol.)
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im just improvising because im bored.. but aye, waiting for ans is good)
