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Post by momerath on Jun 7, 2006 19:25:16 GMT -5
Wrinkling her nose, Emma considered reading his mind but thought twice. What if stupidity was contageous? She didn't want to risk it, so she only replied, "We're in America. You better learn the language just like everyone else."
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 7, 2006 20:08:52 GMT -5
Huntin looked to the ice bitch. Yes, he was insulted. Yes, he did not like her. And yes, he knew he was better than her for more than one reason. He went to say something, but knew he would just get shot down with some holier-than-thou comback that was hardly worth his time. Besides, confrontation wasn't exactly his thing. There were a million and one things he could call this callous excuse for an evolved being, but instead kept a small smile on his face and let the names run across his face, letting her figure out what he truly thought of her. Huntin knew she wouldn't care, and frankly, he didn't care about her not caring.
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Post by momerath on Jun 7, 2006 20:46:36 GMT -5
The green one was smiling, Emma noticed as she flicked the hair over her shoulder and fixed him with a sweet smile. "Is there some inside joke that I've missed out on?" she asked coolly, "Or is there something funny about me that I should know about?"
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 7, 2006 20:50:01 GMT -5
He shook his head. "No joke. Merely thinking that by you putting us down you are simply making it look as though you think you are someone of actual importance, when the truth is without daddies credit card you'd be another statistic in a ditch with torn and bloody clothes." He smirked a bit. "Unless you find that funny...but in that case you are a very sick girl..." Wow. That was WAY out of the shell for him.
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Post by momerath on Jun 7, 2006 20:55:12 GMT -5
"Sick?" Emma raised a perfectly plcked eyebrow and let out a sharp laugh. "You honestly think I'm some sort of sick little girl dependant on her parents for everything in life?" She stood, raising herself up to her full height of five foot ten, and placed her hands on her hips. "Darling, I've been through things you can only have hallucinogenic dreams of. Don't talk about what you don't know."
She squared her shoulders and added coldy, "Although I suppose you wouldn't be talking at all, then. It might be an improvement."
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 7, 2006 20:57:52 GMT -5
Don't hit a girl. Don't hit a girl. Don't hit a girl. Don't make enemies your first day here. Don't make enemies your first day here. Don't make enemies your first day here.
His proverbial shell grew, and his shoulders hunched a bit. He only had so much moxy, and hits like that still stung. He cleared his throat and bit his lips a bit.
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Post by momerath on Jun 7, 2006 21:00:44 GMT -5
She noted his silence with a satisfied smile. "I knew you'd see it my way," she cooed, "It sounds so much nicer in here now." She didn't have to read his mind to know that he was absolutely furious with her.
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 7, 2006 21:18:01 GMT -5
No point in being angry. No point in letting her get to you. No don't you dare start disappearing like that. His legs began to slowly vanish, and he closed his eyes to stay visible. Don't let her get to you. She isn't worth it, Huntin.
He opened his eyes back up and cracked his neck, looking back to the pretty black ball of fire. It was a sick world when freaks turned against freaks.
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Post by momerath on Jun 8, 2006 5:53:57 GMT -5
Emma noted with some surprise that his legs were slowly vanishing and that he seemed to be struggling to stay visible. Interesting. But not interesting enough to distract her from the TV. She snatched the remote from beside her and cranked up the volume. She loved Dawson's Creek.
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 8, 2006 10:29:35 GMT -5
He let out a soft breath when the vanishing ceased. He had asked once, but felt compelled to ask again. "Um....is there a piano anywhere around here?" He wasn't in a very obvservant state of mind, things could easily, even huge things, slip past his eyes unnoticed. He was just so anxious and a bit uncomfortable being in a new place.
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Post by momerath on Jun 8, 2006 16:37:50 GMT -5
"Why?" Emma asked irritably. "Do you play or are you just looking for someone who cares about what you have to say?"
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 8, 2006 17:10:43 GMT -5
"I play. Haven't gotten to in a while and I figured a place this big would at least have a piano." He shrugged. "It'd give me something constructive to do at least."
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Post by Twilight on Jun 8, 2006 19:16:32 GMT -5
Grant had barely listend to the conversation. What did this girl know about his language. He glanced up when he heard the word piano mentioned. "You play? I play guitar."
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Post by momerath on Jun 8, 2006 19:16:45 GMT -5
"I used to play the piano," she remarked, "probably far better than you could, which isn't saying much. I won awards and everything."
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Post by Twilight on Jun 8, 2006 19:20:56 GMT -5
Grant scowled. "You are full of yourself aren't you?"
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Post by momerath on Jun 8, 2006 19:23:04 GMT -5
Emma glaned over at Grant with a small sneer. "I know what I have and I'm not afraid to flaunt it."
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Post by Twilight on Jun 8, 2006 19:28:10 GMT -5
Grant laughed, "WEll at least you got something."
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Post by momerath on Jun 8, 2006 19:30:11 GMT -5
"Which would be...?" Emma asked innocently as she uncrossed her long legs and leaned forward with a dangerous gleam in her eyes.
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Post by MacGuffin on Jun 8, 2006 20:11:14 GMT -5
He looked to Grant, just totally zoning the ice bitch out of his mind. "Feuer, acoustic or electric? Or both? Like I know if you can play one you can play the other, I mean like preference." He brushed a few strands of hair out of his face.
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Post by Twilight on Jun 8, 2006 20:31:04 GMT -5
Grant thought for a second. "I prefer electric. I ca do more with that."
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