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Post by Jack Logan on May 20, 2007 1:56:33 GMT -5
Jack suddenly flips the coin up in the air, catches it, and shakes Dale's hand.
"Pleased ta' meetcha. So, what're you all up ta? Don' tell me yer just standin' in the rain for the hell of it!"
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Post by RekKa on May 20, 2007 10:15:08 GMT -5
"Actually, jus' didn't want to be inside. Everyone's bein' pretty lovey-dovey in there. Pretty scary if you ask me. We were just discussin' what ta do with the rest of the day."
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Post by Jack Logan on May 20, 2007 12:31:34 GMT -5
"Eeech. I see whatcha mean. Au'rite then, what say we have a look around this place? There's gotta be somethin' cool ta' see."
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Post by RekKa on May 20, 2007 19:57:30 GMT -5
"In town maybe." Dale looks back at the rest of his group and notes their discomfort at your presence, "Perhaps it'd be better if you went in and said hi to your cos..."
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Post by Jack Logan on May 21, 2007 1:52:23 GMT -5
"Cor. But hey, ya haven't intraduced ya friends heah, yet! What's it to ya?"
He extends his hand to the three that seem uncomfortable, and flashes a big smile.
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Post by RekKa on May 21, 2007 22:26:43 GMT -5
They seem startled at the gesture. The one that isn't startled, takes your hand, hard. "Jordan. An' them boys over thea's Randy, Mike, 'n Thom."
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Post by Jack Logan on May 22, 2007 0:37:59 GMT -5
"Well, tha wasn' so har' now, was it? You lot seem mighty riled up aboot something. It's not little ol' me, isit? Aw, ah ain't nothing ta' be scared of!"
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Post by RekKa on May 22, 2007 1:10:12 GMT -5
"They're jus' bein' antisocial pussies. Ah suggest you take Dale's suggestion though, 'fore you make your presence less welcome than it already is." He grips your hand almost painfully tight, then lets it go.
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Post by Jack Logan on May 22, 2007 9:49:02 GMT -5
"Huh. Well, ah see how 'tis." He's kind of disappointed, and confused about why he'd not be welcome. "Maybe ah'll see ya later, Dale." He turns and walks off to find his cousin.
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Post by RekKa on May 23, 2007 0:45:53 GMT -5
(And the GM laughs)
You find your cousin easily enough. She gives you a great big hug. "Jack! I'm SO glad ye made it!"
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Post by Jack Logan on May 23, 2007 1:14:30 GMT -5
(I assume it's an evil, maniacal laugh.)
"Cor! Wouldn't miss it fer tha world, Carrie! So who's this fella yer marryin'? What's he like?"
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Post by RekKa on May 23, 2007 19:36:40 GMT -5
"Oh god, Jack, he's divine! 'e's more like me best friend than a hubby, but we're figuring it's about time. I'll introduce ya if ye'd like!"
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Post by Jack Logan on May 23, 2007 19:39:13 GMT -5
"Sure, that'd be great! I'ma interested to see what kinda bloke could stomach yer ugly mug." (Note, that last sentence was delivered in a sarcastic tone.)
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Post by RekKa on May 23, 2007 21:28:18 GMT -5
She gives you a playful punch on the arm. "C'mon." She drags you through the crowd, practically punching people out of her way. "Ai'ght! Jack, this is my fianceé, Geoffrey O'Connor."
"Just Geoff, please." He is a very handsome man, roughly 27 or 28. Curly black hair, and deep tan skin. If you were a girl, you'd find him extraordinarily attractive, but since you're not, you just think he looks pretty good.
"Hey hey, don't forget ta introduce me!" another young man says with a shove. Slightly younger, perhaps no more than 25. Pitch black hair, somewhat freckled, and very strongly built.
"Sorry. This's my bro', Michael."
"So..." he locks eyes with you briefly, and he pauses, then immediately snaps out of it. "Jack was it?" he asks with a toothy grin.
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Post by Jack Logan on May 25, 2007 0:21:16 GMT -5
"Yup. Pleased ta' meet th' both a' ya. Hey coz, looks like ya' got quite th' looker, heah!" He grins at her.
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