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Post by RekKa on May 25, 2007 22:52:37 GMT -5
Geoff laughs, and Carrie blushes a bit.
You feel your stomach start to grouch at you for not feeding it.
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Post by Jack Logan on May 26, 2007 1:09:01 GMT -5
Jack takes note. "Ooh. Hey cos, not ta' impose or nothing, but there any grub 'round here? I ent eaten since breakfast, and that was a while ago."
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Post by RekKa on May 27, 2007 0:57:40 GMT -5
"Um, I'm a bit busy at the mome--" Carrie replies, then is cut off.
"--I'll show 'im where tha' food is," Michael offers interjectedly.
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Post by Jack Logan on May 28, 2007 1:47:10 GMT -5
"Sounds good ta' me! Besides, we oughta leave these two lovebirds alone for a while," he says with a smirk. "See ya soon, cos, and congrats again!"
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Post by RekKa on May 28, 2007 2:02:08 GMT -5
(I do now... >.>)
"Thanks, Jack!" she calls back.
"What ya in the mood fer? H'ard they had a spit goin' with a big 'ol rack of ribs."
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Post by Jack Logan on May 28, 2007 14:04:16 GMT -5
Jack's stomach growls louder at the mention of the food.
"Oooh, that sounds good. I'm so hungry, I coul' eat a cow!"
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Post by RekKa on May 28, 2007 21:48:58 GMT -5
Michael smirks a bit, "Aye, I bet you could." He takes you over to the food and you stuff your face full of meat. Screw salad, the stuff that bleeds is the only thing that tastes good today.
The afternoon gives way to evening, and the festivities start setting up. Looks like your aunt is setting up a makeshift stage for some performances. You know several of your relatives earn at least part of their living as street performers or musicians.
"So, excited to see your cos's wedding tomorrow? I'm best man, you know," Michael asks, having not really left your side. He's good company, and tries his best not to be imposing.
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Post by Jack Logan on May 29, 2007 0:42:06 GMT -5
"Really? Well, figgers, ya are his brother, after all." He nods towards the stage. "You play anything?"
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Post by RekKa on May 29, 2007 17:30:14 GMT -5
"Bit o' flute, 'n I can tell a mean tall tale. You?"
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Post by Jack Logan on May 29, 2007 22:29:05 GMT -5
"Naw, I'm no good at tha' kinda stuff. I can do this, though!" He takes out a coin from his pocket and repeats the trick he did earlier with the other boys, running it back and forth across his knuckles.
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Post by RekKa on May 29, 2007 22:41:48 GMT -5
"Impressive. Take it you're good with your hands then. Can you do any sleight of hand type of magic stuff? I al'ws wanted to learn..."
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Post by Jack Logan on May 29, 2007 22:55:24 GMT -5
"Sure can!" He flips the coin up in the air and catches it, then opens his hand to reveal... nothing! "Hang on a sec, got something in me mouth." He reaches into his mouth, and comes out with the quarter he tossed into the air!
"I've been practicin' that one for months now."
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Post by RekKa on May 30, 2007 0:28:14 GMT -5
"Friggin' sweet! That there's a handy trick to have I bet!"
You see part of Dale's gang out of the corner of your eye--Dale is not with them.
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Post by Jack Logan on May 30, 2007 9:20:50 GMT -5
"Sure can be! Lor', the amount of time I've gotten those dumb townies to throw money a' me.... Hey, ya seen those kids 'round before? I ran inta them earlier, and they're right frosty."
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Post by RekKa on May 30, 2007 12:48:45 GMT -5
"Na, can't say that I 'ave. What's so frosty 'boot 'em?" His eyes narrow a bit as he glances their direction.
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