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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 23, 2003 17:06:00 GMT
Nearing the bakery section, Eowyn sees that the apple turnovers are outrageous expensive. She quickly grabs twenty of them and puts them in a trolley, also adding some apple pie, apple crumble, apple streudel and all of those Rohirrim favorites...
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Huzgol the Horrid
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Post by Huzgol the Horrid on Sept 23, 2003 17:20:48 GMT
"Nobody throws cakes at the privilaged ones of Mordor!" Huzgol yells as she takes a can of spinach and opens it with her sharp teeth. She then throws the mucky, yucky green goo at Grubby and Rhia...
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 27, 2003 11:25:23 GMT
*Ducks quickly at the sight of an open can progressing towards her at great speed. While trying to shove as much of their stuff back into the trolley, her feet find a leftover melon from Grish's accident. Both hands full, she rolls it over with her foot and kicks it high into the direction of Huzgol and the Witchking.* Oh yeah? Take this!
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 27, 2003 20:27:50 GMT
Grubby didn't move out of the way fast enough and bore the brunt of the spinach
ugh ming!
she whined trying to get the gunk out of her hair
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Post by The Witch King on Sept 28, 2003 8:50:54 GMT
*Wiped the cream from his face and bore down on Grubby, grabbing her around the throat with his long fingers.*
You pesky, traitorous, excuse of an orc!
*He sneered through gritted teeth as he throttled her his eyes glowing red with rage.
He let out a piercing screech, smashing most of the glassware in the home section before hurling the orc over his shoulder and dumping her in the meat freezer.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 28, 2003 14:13:47 GMT
"Alright, Grish! Let's get on with it... Off to the meat section!" Éowyn tells her parter, adding a few more apple turnovers to the trolley before continuing...
OOC:GRISH! Where in the whole wide world ARE YOU???
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Huzgol the Horrid
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Post by Huzgol the Horrid on Sept 28, 2003 14:33:43 GMT
"Take this, Ranger!" Huzgol shouts gleefully as she throw another can of spinach, then starts putting cans of spinach into her own trolley just for future personal defense...
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Post by Imrel on Sept 28, 2003 20:46:39 GMT
(Is this getting confusing for anyone else?  Heh...)
*Im wheels her trolley onto the scene and promptly manages to skid on a stray glob of spinach. Fortunately, the trolley crashes into the meat freezer before it can get too far. She has to dodge another flying can of spinach; apparently Grubby, Rhia, Huzgol and Witchy are engaged in some sort of food fight. Wanting to sidle off before she and Skrow can get involved, Im reckons they should only get a few items from here before hurrying on. She reaches into the freezer for a packet of Wargburgers, but promptly stops when she sees what else is in there.*
Ack! Grubby, are you okay?
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 28, 2003 21:21:32 GMT
(er slightly.. depends how far witchy threw me  ) wanna burger? She asked handing a packet to Im, then she half climbed, half fell out of the freezer.urk.. I'll prob'ly be ok, last time I start a food fight with the witch king though She rubbed her bruised neck and winced. |
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Post by Imrel on Sept 28, 2003 21:45:17 GMT
Thanks.
*She drops the packet into the trolley then looks at the bruise on Grubby's neck. She grabs a wrapped slab of steak from the freezer and hands it to her.*
Here. In case it swells or something.
*Wanting to get clear of any more flying spinach, she backs the trolley up, though of course the spinach coated wheel sticks. With a sigh, she goes to wipe away the gunk with her sleeve.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Sept 29, 2003 15:42:15 GMT
Éowyn runs up to the meat section, only to see a bunch of spinach on the floor and a frozen Grubby putting a steak on her face for some odd reason.
"Uh.. I think we'd better visit the junk food aisle instead," she tells Grish, getting a 10 lb. Shire Honey Roasted Ham and putting it into the trolley. "I'm craving for some Celeborn's Crispy Chocs!"
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Post by Rhiannon on Sept 29, 2003 16:33:14 GMT
He let out a piercing screech, smashing most of the glassware in the home section before hurling the orc over his shoulder and dumping her in the meat freezer.* WITCH KING! Just because it hurts your pride that an orc and a ranger came up with better tricks than your evilness is no reason to treat fellow competitors in such a violent manner! *Turns on the spot and walks over to Grubby* Are you ok? |
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Post by Grishnûl the Crippler on Sept 29, 2003 16:37:09 GMT
Éowyn runs up to the meat section, only to see a bunch of spinach on the floor and a frozen Grubby putting a steak on her face for some odd reason.
"Uh.. I think we'd better visit the junk food aisle instead," she tells Grish, getting a 10 lb. Shire Honey Roasted Ham and putting it into the trolley. "I'm craving for some Celeborn's Crispy Chocs!" *Has hoped for a little rest as his twisted legs are having increasing trouble keeping up with Eowyn's speed. And packing his tunic with what bottles were left in the liquor section was no help at all* Yes, m'lady, whatever you decide .... |
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Post by Grubhosh on Sept 30, 2003 20:51:51 GMT
Grubby kept the burger packet held on her neck and looked at Rhi blankly. It seemed to her she had two choices, either to fake injury and get the witch king yelled at even more or to let that golden opertunity pass her by. She thought about it for two seconds before answering in a sutibly brave voice
Oh don't worry about me... It's only a twisted ankle, a broken finger and some bruises.. I'll be OK. I should thank M'lord for pointing out to me the error or my ways..
She tried to limp over to the trolley before the 'pain' grew too much and she stopped and lent against a shelf.
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Post by Imrel on Oct 1, 2003 3:57:17 GMT
*From her crouch beside the gunked wheel of her trolley, Imrel glares at Witchy, and though not risking direct confrontation, she tuts in his general direction. Grubby's described injuries are sufficiently more than she has percieved them to be an perhaps exsagerated, but that's beside the point.*
Maybe we should take a time out so Grubs can recover.
*She spins the cleaned wheel experimentally; it doesn't stick.*
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Heh...)
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