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Post by The Witch King on Feb 25, 2003 14:57:50 GMT
*Alan had found his way into the master bedroom. he rifled through Lord Elronds wardrobe finding some suitable dry clothes to change into. He chucked his soaking wet robes on the bed and donned a white shirt, green leggings and a forest green cloak. He went in search of the others highly amused.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 26, 2003 18:33:04 GMT
"You like Clarey? Yuck!" Huzgol says, sticking her pierced tongue out at the goat's owner. "Hmph!"
"I'm going to go over to Arwen's bedroom and try on her make-up. Of course, it hopefully won't ruin my complexion!" Huzgol announces, being proud of her numorous zits and acne. She runs off towards Arwen's bedroom.
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 26, 2003 20:51:36 GMT
I'll touch you alright!
Grubby yells after Dûlgburz too of breath to chase after him, she'd find him later, she tapped the candle stick on the palm of her hand menicingly.
Wait! Huz, this Arwen she got a lot of jewellry?
secretly she wanted to try and some of her dresses.
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 27, 2003 8:28:54 GMT
*Alan heard the sound of voices and followed them to a room where he found Grubby and Huz trying on dresses. The whole place stank of Elves and made him want to wash his hands.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 27, 2003 12:01:19 GMT
Huzgol yanks open Princess Arwen Undómiel's wardrobe and pulls out a fancy red and black dress.
"Ooh! Must be pretty anorexic to fit into this!" Huzgol exclaims, ripping the zipper open and putting the dress on inside out. She looks at herself in the mirror and pulls out her black lipstick and applies it.
Not satisfied, the young orc girl wipes it off in the sleeve of Arwen's dress and tries Elven eyeshadow and pale pink lipstick. She then smears the nail polish on her eyebrows...
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 27, 2003 17:57:40 GMT
Grubby chuckles at huz's attempts to pretty (?) herself while rumaging through some drawers. She was about to point out to Huz that it was not the elf who was skinny but Huz who was fat when she pulls out a pendant on a fine silver chain she hisses
ach here's a pretty thing
she turns round to show it to Huz and sees Alan standing in the doorway looking disaproving and dressed like an elf.
Nice clothes
she sniggers forgetting the silky lilac dress the was wearing.
what?
she snarls impatiently, then looks down.
oh, well I er was...
she pauses to think up a plausiable excuse. Giant lice? she definitaly had enough of the regular kind oh d*mn
just be glad I ain't naked
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Post by The Witch King on Feb 27, 2003 18:47:18 GMT
*Alan went over to the window to admire the view. He proudly looked down on the mudbath they had created. Then he noticed the sun dipping below the trees.*
By the fires of Mordor!
The sun is nearly set!
Lord Elrond will be home soon.
*He ran from the room, tripping on his new green cloak.*
We'll never be finished in time.
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Post by Rhiannon on Feb 27, 2003 18:55:47 GMT
*Finds another piece of rope and ties the goat to a tree where he can see it all the time. Resumes digging up rose bushes*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Feb 28, 2003 10:03:29 GMT
Huzgol adds a final touch of mascara on her ears and rushes outside to mess of Rivendel further, deciding to around in elven garmetts even if they were almost ripping at the seams.
Looking back to see Arwen's wardrobe in pure dissarray, she smiles with satisfaction; wondering what to ruin next!
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Post by Elidor on Feb 28, 2003 14:42:17 GMT
*Sees grubby and Huz in trying out clothes in Arwen;s room*
Laying on the job eh? Thought you could get away with it right? Well...I want you two pack the elven cloths into a sack and fill Arwen's closet with these. *threw a bundle of orc's uniform into the room*
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Post by Grubhosh on Feb 28, 2003 21:36:42 GMT
Grubby scowls and decides it's best to do as she's told for once besides she didn't really like gardening much, or plants didn't really like her. She started stuffing frocks into a sack carefuly noting which ones she would steal for later.
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Mar 2, 2003 14:08:06 GMT
"Aye, aye sir!" Huzgol says with a solute to the deeply admired Arzgrok the Wicked.
She takes the orc uniforms and tramples into Arwen's bedroom. The young orcling then opens Arwen's jewlerry box and pours the contents into the pocket of her clothes, happy to sell it at the Mordor black market later on...
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Post by Imrel on Mar 3, 2003 4:09:19 GMT
*Back at the "gazebo" site, the structure has amazingly taken shape. Sort of. Zag and Bâsh survey it proudly.*
'Ow's it look?
It's brilliant, Zag, even you should be able to see that.
*It actually looks like a derelict wigwam minus the covering. The roughly hewn wooden planks are glued unproffessionally with tar to the unlevel base, and there is barely enough room for more than one person to stand up inside.*
It looks a bit wobbly though...
*(Understatement of the Third Age...)*
Hmm... You could be right...
*Prods it gently with his pinky, and the whole thing sways dangerously, ending up a few inches slanted left.*
It'll be alright.
*Tired of working, he trudges back on up the garden.*
*Zag, on the other hand, with an unhealthy amount of good intentions for an Orc, grabs a few spare scras of wood, and cobbles them together in a makeshift sign. Dips a finger in the wedge of mud along the edge of the flower bed and writes a message on the sign in Orcish.*
Enter At Own Risk
*Sticks the signpost in the squishy ground near the gazebo. Satisfied, he goes to follow Bâsh.*
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Post by The Witch King on Mar 3, 2003 8:03:29 GMT
*Alan looks around pleased by the mudbath surrounding him. He lights a bonfire, burning all the uprooted trees and flowers and the air is filled with a strange sweet smell. Satisfied that teh orcs have everythign under control Alan starts loading up the cart with valuable possessions from the house.*
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Post by ~Dernhelm~ on Mar 3, 2003 17:43:06 GMT
Huzgol loads Arwen's wardrobe onto the cart, but keeps the expensive jewlery for herself and doesn't tell anyone about it.
"Sir!" she tells Alan "I'm going to the kitchen and require three reasonably intelligent orcish intellectuals to assist me. Who shall join?"
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