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Post by Rose on Mar 3, 2005 16:31:20 GMT -5
Yes i am
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Post by Eowuclya on Mar 3, 2005 16:34:14 GMT -5
"Well I was just headed toward the third class dance room, your welcome to come if you want."
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Post by Rose on Mar 3, 2005 16:41:23 GMT -5
"hmm ok" ;D
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Post by Eowuclya on Mar 3, 2005 16:46:51 GMT -5
Walks outside and is startled by the sun. Walks to the dance room. Sits down at a table and kicks his feet up.
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Post by Rose on Mar 3, 2005 17:01:14 GMT -5
follows him down and sits on a chair at the table
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Post by Lady Isteleth on Mar 4, 2005 14:41:11 GMT -5
Harmony woke in the early hours of the morning, it was dark in her room still, and Locke was the only noise in the room with his purring. Harmony shifted and climbed out of bed, she poured some water in the pan out of the jug and began to wash, she moved to her suitcase and rumaged around, she pulled out a skirt that was a pale lilac fading a bit, she then pulled out a light green blouse. She slipped the skirt on then the blouse, she stood in front of the mirror as she did up the buttons, she lifted up a brush and brushed her hair, her thick curly rose red hair hard to brush, once she was done she pulled the 2 bits of hair that framed her face and pulled them back and placed a butterfly clip to secure them, she moved over to the bed side table and picked up her artist set and sketch book and walked out of the door. She walked along the coridor and outside the sun blinding her "Wish i brought my hat" she thought, she walked along the deck untill she found a quiet and a place that seemed she wouldn't be disturbed, a life boat. She climbed in and sat in it and sat with her eyes closed for a moment, she then opened them and opened her artists set and pad, she picked up her favourite charcole bit, she closed her eyes again and started to draw, after awhile she opened them she had used half the page and had gone into a detailed picture of a old fashioned english garden. She carried on drawing singing a song that her mother used to sing, she sang swiftly in gealic and a range of other languages as she carried on drawing. After awhile she started to paint in the picture before she was disturbed.
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Post by Eowuclya on Mar 4, 2005 15:29:44 GMT -5
Takes a smoke and wiffs easily. Then jugs down some beer.
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Post by Rose on Mar 4, 2005 16:22:25 GMT -5
thinks i wonder if hes gonna ask me to dance
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Post by Eowuclya on Mar 4, 2005 16:24:35 GMT -5
Stands up, pretending to look 1st classy, in a funny way. "Would you like to dance?"
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Post by Rose on Mar 4, 2005 16:27:04 GMT -5
"Ummm ok" she said smiling "but i dont no how to"
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Post by Eowuclya on Mar 4, 2005 16:29:58 GMT -5
"I shall teach you then." Steps out onto the middle of the dance floor.
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Post by Rose on Mar 4, 2005 16:31:59 GMT -5
Dawn follows him
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Post by Eowuclya on Mar 4, 2005 16:38:35 GMT -5
Puts his hand around his waist. Takes her hand and puts it on his waist."Put your hand here. And we will meet hands with our left over hands."Spins and begins to dance.
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Post by Silmeriel on Mar 4, 2005 16:42:15 GMT -5
Ali couldn't sleep anymore. She sat out on the deck, her palate in one hand, her paintbrush in the other, and her canvas on an easel in front of her. She painted a memory- rolling hills, flowering vales, a burbling stream, a sweet girl standing amidst it all, singing.
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Post by Rose on Mar 4, 2005 17:27:43 GMT -5
dawn smiled slightly and then hteir eyes met
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