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Post by Zulu on Dec 30, 2002 6:47:20 GMT
Im not talking about making someone love you, Im talking about someone who swears they do and always will and then walks out on you.
::Lo sighs and shakes her head,:: Love is a very dirty word, and Im very tired, I think Ill head home. Night all.
::pushing back from her table slowly she stands and moves out the door::
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Post by Aulus corthale on Dec 30, 2002 10:46:29 GMT
waits somewhere outside and sees lomelindi exit the inn, decides to go and talk to her "good day lomelindi, want to go for a walk?"
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Post by Aamaal on Dec 30, 2002 18:37:49 GMT
*Sits alone at her table thinking over what the Elve said. She nods and understands what she means. Sighs and says to her self.*
I hope I didnt anger her...
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Post by Shale on Dec 31, 2002 6:00:57 GMT
*Holds back a derisive snort and settles down at the bar.*
Water. And don't poison it.
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Elessar
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Post by Elessar on Dec 31, 2002 10:28:31 GMT
*Moves to the bar to get himself a drink and overhears the comment made by the shrouded figure.*
Why my friend are you so suspicious of Bree's hospitality? This Inn is held in high regard through out the land. You will find no foul play here.
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Post by Shale on Dec 31, 2002 15:12:19 GMT
You can never be too sure, stranger. And foul play falls not on the foul, does it? I am a Haradrim, there are many here who would love to wrangle the last breath out of me. I don't intend to let them do so, thank you very much.
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Post by Grubby on Dec 31, 2002 20:43:45 GMT
grubby looks up at the stranger and smiles
well you have something in common with me then
she sniggered
but I wouldn't worry about the people round here trying to poison you
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Post by Rhiannon on Jan 1, 2003 10:41:24 GMT
*Has been sitting back with closed eyes during the conversation, thinking of this very special someone... Opens her eyes again, the smile still on her face.* Don't worry, Shale, this place is safe
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Post by Shale on Jan 1, 2003 12:36:31 GMT
Oh, I wouldn't either, Grubhosh... I'm more aware of the fact that I would more likely poison them. Which is why I keep away from poison.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Jan 1, 2003 12:43:04 GMT
Eowyn stands up and goes to the coat rack, getting her midnight blue cloak. She puts it on and prepares to leave, calling out "Happy New Year!" to everyone before going out the door...
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Post by Aamaal on Jan 1, 2003 16:38:38 GMT
*Walks up to the bar and smiles to the bartender.*
Umm.. Could I get some water?
*Gets her glass and walks back to her table and sits down, she looks at the table and stays in her own thoughts.*
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Elessar
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Post by Elessar on Jan 2, 2003 15:39:40 GMT
Elessar sipped his drink slowly, his thoughts troubled by the arrival of the Haradrim and their associate. It had been a very long time since he had seen dark forces around Bree and he feared their presence signified a growing menace throughout the land - the strengthening power of Sauron and his evil allies. His thoughts were interrupted by the slamming of the door and he looked around noticing Eowyn's absence. He spied an elf, sat alone, and apparently lost in thought, and made his way over to her table.
"May I join you?"
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Post by Aamaal on Jan 2, 2003 23:27:33 GMT
*Shaken from her thoughts she looks up.*
Huh.. Oh yeah..
*Smiles and holds out her hand.*
I'm Aamaal, nice to met you...
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Post by Aulus corthale on Jan 2, 2003 23:40:58 GMT
aulus had gone on a walk alone as lomelindi didnt answer him, after half an hour he was getting cold and decided to go back to the inn. he slammed the door open and walked inside he closed the door and walked to a table where he could be alone and think for a while.
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Post by Imrel on Jan 3, 2003 6:03:57 GMT
*Imrel, meanwhile, has been keeping quietly to herself. Starting to feel the twinge of a heachache, she gets a glass of water from the bar, then returns to the window, where she sits on the sill, one leg drawn in to her chest and the other hanging down, brushing the floor. Sips at her drink as she watches the flurry of snow through the smeared glass.*
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