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Post by charlie annalise richards on May 28, 2012 2:16:23 GMT -5
"You'd look terribly fancy in a dress though!" She said with a smile. She folded her arms across the table, laying her head down on it. Being the person she was, she tended to work long hours without rest. But because she didn't eat or drink, she didn't have coffee to wake her up.
"I, sir, have NEVER been bald. And why would I cover my awesome hair with a hat?" She asked. Granted, she hadn't always had orange hair, only recently before her death. "No, it's not that. It's that.. it's so illogical. You don't lose a duchess or a princess no more than you lose a king or a queen. No matter how tiny or bald they may be."
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 28, 2012 13:04:27 GMT -5
Laughing to himself, he shook his head as he sat back in his chair. "I'm not so sure about that. Guys and dresses don't really mix." Khole gazed at her as she laid her head down. He watched a few strands of orange fall. He smiled to himself as he reached over fixing them so they wouldn't fall in front of her face. He returned to his seat as she began to talk again. "You know for someone so tiny, you sure do have a giant voice." He replied as she took a pause.
"I still think it's cause you don't like mysteries.." Khole's head tilted to look out the window, and up at the sky. "I mean yes, the simplest answer would be that your not. But since when is anything in this town simple?"
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Post by charlie annalise richards on May 28, 2012 14:10:26 GMT -5
"I got a big voice because I used to have to boss around all the littler kids. Orphanages now are nothing like the ones I grew up in." She said, blushing a bit at the touch. Beside Tyler and a couple of her friends, people didn't really just reach over and touch her. It was usually the other way around.
"Yeah, nothing around here is really what meets the eye. Especially after dark. They got these.. brain dead people people walking around. And people are getting sick.. It's crazy." She pulled off a piece of her napkin, making a ball out of it. She flicked it across the room, watching it bounce off a wall.
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Post by khole micheal vroomland on May 28, 2012 16:03:35 GMT -5
"I wouldn't know.. after we left, I never went back to mine." He shrugged. Damian and him had left around the age of fifteen and sixteen. They got a job at the mall, and stuck with it. Eventually, Damian had enough money to buy his old place. Khole just stayed in the emptied cabin they had found. No one ever seemed to come to it, so he made it his home. Khole chewed at his lip as mentioned sick people.
"The zombies aren't as bad as they seem.. At least they aren't completely brain dead like the ones in the movies." The sweet smile disappeared some. He wasn't sure of what she meant by sick people. "Which sick do you mean? An illness sick or they deserved to be locked up sick?" He asked, readjusting himself so he could see her and partly out the window.
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