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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:41:43 GMT -5
*Good, he's gone!* she said, opening the armoire. *Now, let's see ... ohmygod! Mar, lookit this! Look how pretty!* She took out a dress, a mossy fabric both in color and texture, rather like crushed velvet but much lighter, almost like gossamer. *Look at it! My god, I would've killed for a dress like this back home!*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:43:07 GMT -5
Mar sniffed and sighed. *Looks like my costume for Midsummer's Nights Dream,* she commented.
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:44:19 GMT -5
*You were in Midsummer's Night Dream?* she asked. *I love that play!* She continued looking through. *Who were you?*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:53:01 GMT -5
*We did it in school,* she shook her head. *I'm in high school, and the annoying daughter of my parents who has a bad habit of backing the car into the mail box.*
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:55:02 GMT -5
She smiled. *My mom flips out whenever I don't back my car down the driveway, because, get this, all the cars have to be facing the same way!* She laughed. *I'm gonna change into this one!* She pulled out the mossy one. Then looked in the mirror. *There're worse bodies I could be stuck in,* she said. *I rather like this one.* Then she saw her back. *My god, what have I done to myself? It looks like I got in a fight with a weedwacker! And the weedwacker won!*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 21:56:49 GMT -5
She stopped and touched the scars. *These are from whips* she whispered and stopped. *I... * she blushed. * I have one from a belt... it was an accident, my siblings and I were playing...* she shivered. *Just get into the dress I'll tie you up.*
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 16, 2005 21:58:19 GMT -5
*Whips?* Caitlin said, touching one. *Okay, yeah.* She was getting a little scared now, and pulled the dress up. Then looked to where the man had gone. *You don't think ... ?*
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Post by Nimmir on Aug 16, 2005 22:00:13 GMT -5
*NO!* she insisted and sighed. *I've read everything of Tolkiens, and this would never happen between husband and wife!* she insisted. *Maybe orcs?* She looked in a mirror. *Look at my eye!*
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 17, 2005 7:37:01 GMT -5
*Yeah,* Caitlin said. *Wonder where you got that?* She examined herself in the mirror. *I wonder if this is natural?* she said about her right eye. Then noticed it had no pupil. She lifted her hand up on her right side, and couldn't see it. *I think I'm blind in this eye!*
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Post by Danielle on Aug 17, 2005 11:54:10 GMT -5
Eramrath woke to the feeling of someone hugging him. Usually it was Nimmir, and he wouldn't have complained. But there was something that was peculiar with this...lady. She had white hair...and transulent skin. And she seemed to be muttering about...a pretty elfie? No. This was no Nimmir.
The...er...human (as he had come to decide), tilted her head so she was looking up at him. *Hello, mr. elf.* she giggled, and commenced huggling him. Eramrath twitched. <Getoff...> he snapped. The human seemed to giggle...again. *Pretty, pretty words.* she cooed. It was at that point Eramrath threw her out the window, and commenced his bout of Shell Shock that he got a couple thousnad years ago.
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 17, 2005 13:31:08 GMT -5
Caitlin saw an odd sight, then -- a transparent human. <Hello?> she asked.
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Post by Danielle on Aug 17, 2005 13:41:17 GMT -5
Celeromen looked at the white haired lady. *Pretty lady...?*
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 17, 2005 13:43:27 GMT -5
Caitlin looked at her, blinking. *You speak English?* she asked happily. *Oh, yay!*
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Post by Danielle on Aug 17, 2005 13:49:17 GMT -5
Cele glared. *No sh*t, Sherlock...* she said. *Do you know what time it is? The Anderson Cooper report should be on right now...*
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Post by Caitlin on Aug 17, 2005 14:19:22 GMT -5
Caitlin's eyes glazed over. *The Anderson ... forget it. Look, we're not in America anymore! This is Rivendell. As in, Lord of the Rings?*
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