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Georgia
Oct 7, 2006 11:49:32 GMT -5
Post by Health on Oct 7, 2006 11:49:32 GMT -5
Eliza gritted her teeth, then stood up, pushed the mattress off the bed and onto the floor ontop of Artemis before storming out of the room in a huff.
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Georgia
Oct 7, 2006 11:52:33 GMT -5
Post by Zeb on Oct 7, 2006 11:52:33 GMT -5
Artemis just rolled his eyes beneath the matress, too tired and grumpy to care. He was always the one trying to make things right, surpressing his oppinion to keep from breaking up their little friendship. He was done with that. He was tired of that.
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Georgia
Oct 7, 2006 12:56:04 GMT -5
Post by MacGuffin on Oct 7, 2006 12:56:04 GMT -5
"It's only a paaaaaper mooooooooon-" sang Huntin in a falsetto voice very unbecoming of him. He hadn't heard any of the arguement, merely oblivious in his world of pelting water.
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Georgia
Oct 7, 2006 13:01:35 GMT -5
Post by Zeb on Oct 7, 2006 13:01:35 GMT -5
Artemis sighed softly, squriming out from under the matress and standing up. He lifted in back onto the bed, struggling slightly. He hung the tuxes up in the closet, then set to work straightening the room. He was a obsessive compulsive cleaner and it was driving his crazy. Once that was done, he called down to front desk. He gave the people he and Huntin's sizes and asked them to bring them some clothing from the gift shop. It was there a short while later. Artemis set the clothing out on the bed and shuffled over to the balchoney, going outside and closing the curtain behind him. He sat out on the balchoney, his legs dangling over the edge, staring out across the town.
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Georgia
Oct 7, 2006 14:55:43 GMT -5
Post by Health on Oct 7, 2006 14:55:43 GMT -5
Eliza felt a little hurt at Artemis' apology, usually he was much nicer to her. Eliza sighed and brushed out her long curly hair, then tied it into a tight braid, before putting on the clothes that she had bought that morning, nothing special just a t-shirt and shorts. She then curled up on the lone armchair that hotels always put in the room for some odd reason. Turning on the television she turned her attention to some children's program.
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Georgia
Oct 29, 2006 9:30:48 GMT -5
Post by MacGuffin on Oct 29, 2006 9:30:48 GMT -5
Huntin emerged from the bathroom, his wet hair clinging to his scalp, a towel around his waist. He yawned a little, scratching the back of his neck and looking back into the bathroom as if he forgot something.
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