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She leaves on the boards, of all things, a pair of mittens, the perfect size of his hands. They are knitted, of a woolen base that seems thicker, warmer and more hairy perhaps. They are colourful, bright beyond compare...a very vivid red. She laughs, leaving them. These are for...

I'm not one to ever think a complaint should be kept to yourself. That just makes it fester and boil. I do like/try to have a constuctive thought pattern. If you dont like something, think about it first, and come up with a solution you yourself can implement to solve the problem. Failing...

She peers fearfully skyward a moment, then chuckles as she leaves a reply. A sky of sulfur...acid methinks, for the bowels of the worlds make many a strange things. Then again, mayhaps we might both be surprised. I am...taking a break this weekend. Would you like to come with me?

Her eyes open a little wide, perhaps she enjoys surprises. Should I be afraid?

Okay. Normally I'm light hearted, funny, easily amused and whatnot. But...it's like this: I come home, from a weekend away... To find I have 40 minutes of gibberish to read. Nowgenerally I dont even care if I waste 40 minutes reading gibberish. I read a lot of stuff that's relatively...

She breaks into giggles, going a little flustered. She bites that feeling down and leaves a note under his. Romantic!? Hah! Romantic is coming home to a candle-lit dinner, with soft music, rose petals and an abominable sunrise to finish of the evenin'. I'm all a quiver, at the mere...

Heh... I doubt I'd be an appropriate player. While I have weekends off...my saturday and sunday are your friday and saturday nights. And well...I'd have to learn the rules...Be slow, painful and tedious and only weigh ya'all down.

Ehhh I've been getting it in the chat. Though, for some odd reason, I get it severly on the boards side of things. Takes me ages just to load up threads and whatnot. Rather frustrating.

For me, this comes down to: Define weekend... And what rules... Because both become pretty troublesome for me.

She wanders by, as a kitten curious, studies the words left in his pen. She smiles so very warmly, and leaves her own, written beneath on his parchment, since she had forgotten her own. I'm no good at novels...

The elf lady wanders by, chuckling still, smiling as she leaves a prepared reply. She knows it's a little late...and wonders if he's missed it...missed her. A little angel came to me, and told a story; of two who were so different. It had a bitter ending, for there was too much focus, on what...

Hmmm I just (by just I mean yesterday) watched Bloodrayne... I was -close- to falling asleep by the end of it, though there were some rather intuitive ideas brought up along the way. Someone, somewhere will have to fill me in just how a dhampir (half human, half vamp) is created...coz my poor...

She chuckles as she leaves him a note. Do not worry what they will think or what they will see. For all they know, it could be part the story rather than any semblance of us. Though I know full well...you are itching to tell. Bad at secrets you are, but you've my permission to do so...

So...can I ask (since I believe I kinda started throwing ideas around)...for the 'ideas' posts to be transferred to a different thread? Or should I just do it myself when I have time...? I'm kinda not wanting to ruin the topic presented in the first post. A little more respecting than that...

She smiles, knowing that those eyes which he adores adore reading that which he writes. She muses, in text on parchment. I am not sure, if my sisters will attend. 'Tis not mandatory, since they hosted the First and Second, so they leave the Third to me. The first were their celebrations, and...

Any storyline I've organised (which granted are few and far between), have always been open. I dislike the thought that it excludes people just because I've never met them. Hence often the ooc discussion and partaking before the storyline goes ahead. Depressingly, it's usually only my friends...

Okay, I agree, ban was not the appropriate word. My mistake, and I take it back. I'd edit it out even, if I could think of what to put there right now. Any suggestions? As for victims, I actually -thought- about this today at work. Between the soggy boots and crawling around under stuff I...

She grins, though she's later than normaly, she is pleased she still made it. She passes a short giggle, then leaves him a note. The Passing is something that is supposed to inspire many things, nervousness is perhaps one of them. As is cunning and guile and style and grace and a number of...

Over the years, I have seen and tried, on a few occassions, the all encompassing, bat-winged, silk and leather, dark stared attempt of vampirism. It almost universally fails, because well, you can only act evil when no one wants to be the victims. In order to prove the evilness and cunning and...

The lady wanders by, the curl of her lips growing as she peers at his words. She looks rather different, dressed remarkably prim and proper...almost...fashionable. She sighs softly, her giggles suppressed as she pens then note which she leaves. Mmmmm and I am starting to witnes, just what...