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Post by belmoon on Sept 9, 2007 2:14:06 GMT -5
"See, Carol was--well I'll save her for last. But, Bill had the weirdest thing going. Like, vodka--WOAH!! What the--hey, argh!" yelled the captured lad, frustrated. Having been immediately put in this position, his mood had swung back into anger. But, considering his current situation, he had no way of venting it besides wriggling around and cursing.
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Post by priestwarrior on Sept 9, 2007 12:46:15 GMT -5
Cristofori sat down, leaned back, and laughed. "I don't know what I'm doing with you people, but if it's going to be this, um, enjoyable-" he risked a glance at the seamstress's legs "then I'm in. So what are we doing?"
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 10, 2007 20:02:09 GMT -5
Taylor, who had until recently captivated herself by toying with the bound Sodom, snapped back to reality at the question. "Oh!" She exclaimed, suddenly very flustered. She relinquished her grasp on the curly haired man, causing him to teeter dangerously close to the edge. "We are headed for Desola, a small colony in the Sabotenda Desert". The brunette realized the state she was in, and quickly began to mend her dress. "There we will hunt for information regarding some sort of...tomb". Taylor fished out a piece of paper, double checking her facts, "Yup, that pretty much sums it up! Any questions?" The fair skinned girl smiled broadly to the bunch, secretly hoping no one would inquire further into the matter.
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Post by priestwarrior on Sept 11, 2007 15:27:24 GMT -5
"Tomb is good," said Cristofori. "Oh yes, I do have a question," he remembered, inclining an eyebrow in her direction. "What is your name? You have yet to tell us."
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 11, 2007 22:06:24 GMT -5
"Taylor Type". There was an air of satisfaction with the girl as she said the name. Taking the pause of silence for granted, the young girl continued. "I grew up in Upper Genoa, but was cast out by my family. Dee and Nutria took me in after that, and I grew up working for them. I guess you could say I was the first member of The Rat's Nest. Back then it was a little old run down restaurant. I waited tables back then...not fun in Lower Genoa...". She broke off, watching the trees go by, before turning back to Christofori. "So, what about you? Tell me some about yourself..."
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Post by priestwarrior on Sept 12, 2007 21:26:56 GMT -5
Cristofori blinked. "Me? Oh, um, I come from, um, up north. Place called, um, Petrauk. Doubt you've heard of it. It's, er, small. My parents decided to send me here to Genoa, um, because, well, they thought I'd have, um, more opportunities here. Yeah. Not much to say. So how about you two? What's your story?" he asked Sodom and Aiden.
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Post by Aiden Chepi on Sept 15, 2007 17:36:33 GMT -5
Aiden side glanced at Cristofori, " I am from the desert. There is a place which is no more in the Tekran region. Called-- well... Not like it would matter anywho. For you would probably laugh at me if I had told you. Mimzy on the other hand is from the North in the Icey territories, I'm a traveler, which is how I happend upon him, I am not allowed to stay in one area for too long, because of my.... 'Gift'. They call me a demon child, and cast me away." She said in her normal cheery and animated voice, there was only a slight hint of saddness.
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Post by belmoon on Sept 16, 2007 17:45:16 GMT -5
Depressing tales all around, Sodom felt somewhat embarrassed about his past. He just barely mumbled out, "...I need money to take care of my sick mother..." and left it at that.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 17, 2007 13:39:24 GMT -5
At last the conversation died out. Taylor looked from Aiden, to Christofori and briefly to Sodom--very briefly. In truth she was embarrassed that she had acted the way she did. It was not like flirting was a new thing for her; it was her. The thing that made her uneasy was Sodom's willingness to accept such forward actions. Until this point men had simply laughed her off. After years of this treatment Taylor simply gave up on romance all together. This new acceptance terrified her. Feeling it her duty to break the silence Taylor at last spoke, bringing with her a very good point. "So...I'm hungry".
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Post by belmoon on Sept 17, 2007 21:10:24 GMT -5
"Yeah... Hey, I've got an idea. They probably have food crates on this train, somewhere. That one knight mentioned this being a cargo train or something," Sodom said in reply to Taylor, before proceeding to the car behind her. Not long after, a thin hand tapped the done up girl on the shoulder, asking for her assistance. "I'm gonna need help with the lock on this thing. Could you maybe help out? You seem to be the leader here."
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 17, 2007 21:25:51 GMT -5
"Oh...sure". Taylor was still uneasy around Sodom, but as they entered the cargo hold something made every ounce of fear drain from her, "Hey! Are those my Pajamas?"
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Post by belmoon on Sept 17, 2007 21:42:08 GMT -5
Sodom then suddenly, again, realized he had never had opportunity to change into clothes that were not covered in images of cute rodents. The targeted boy's eyes darted around the car, as if looking for a distraction. Of course, there were only boxes. "I--I can explain!?"
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 17, 2007 21:44:29 GMT -5
Taylor crossed her arms, fighting back a smile, "Sure. Well? What was it you wanted me for?"
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Post by belmoon on Sept 17, 2007 22:03:04 GMT -5
"It's not like I'm wea--oh, right. Well, I found a food crate over there," he said, pointing to a wooden box on the other side of the room, held down by bars and a padlock. "I can get it unlocked, but I need your help. Here, look."
Leading her to the crate, he stuck his finger into the keyhole. "I can't really explain this in detail, but I'm using salt to mess with this--kinda like how you might pick a lock. I...come on... OKAY, I got it. Now, here, help me force it open."
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 18, 2007 9:09:13 GMT -5
Taylor sighed, checking the area for anyone else. "Ok, but you have to turn around. Just--don't ask questions". Once the young girl was sure that Sodom was not going to peek, she began to unravel her dress. One end of the cloth tied itself tightly around the padlock that Sodom had messed with, while the other snaked out a small, high window. By this time Taylor had little more than her under garments on, and she gave Sodom a furtive look to make sure he hadn't turned back around. "Gotta time this perfectly", muttered the scantily clad brunette. Suddenly the tie was ripped out of Taylor's hand, and the crate gave a marvelous lurch. With a BANG the crate slammed against the side of the car, then was silent once more. "Shit", said Taylor under her breath. The cloth had become wedged in between the crate, wall, and window. It was obvious that clothes did not do the girl justice, as she often wore many layers at once. Her petite figure was only enhanced by her pale skin, which seemed to have a forbidden glow about it. Taylor crossed her arms and legs, feebly attempting to cover herself. "Erm....could you...get my clothes?" She murmured under her breath, backing into a corner and refusing to look at Sodom.
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