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Post by Serena Mitchell on Apr 1, 2009 23:55:20 GMT -5
Serena didn't know what to do. It was the weekend, and she had some money in her pocket. Though she needed to be careful with that. She shook her head. The things she thought of these days were scary.
Serena sat in the back of the room and watched people come and go. It was pretty busy. All that was left were the three seats around her. What, am I that much of a people displeaser?
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Post by Nichole Matthews on Apr 2, 2009 0:02:35 GMT -5
"No!" Nichole replied, holding the tray away from her friend. "Please?" "Allison" focused her blue eyes on the shorter girl, looking pleadingly. "Just one bite. Ite. I promise." "No, I told you. We've got to find a table first." "What about that one?" She pointed at a table in the back of the room with a girl sitting at it and three empty chairs. Nichole sighed, looking at the table. "All right, fine. But let me do the talking." She walked over to the girl. "Excuse me. I hate to be a bother, but could we sit here? It's horribly crowded and all." She smiled kindly, hoping the girl wouldn't mind. It took a lot of courage for her to approach a stranger.
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Post by Jamie Bennet on May 22, 2009 18:13:05 GMT -5
Jamie had decided to go flying over the campus, to see what was going on. She noticed Allorna's human morph and Nichole almost immediately. She wasn't really close with the Andalite, but Nichole was her friend, so she decided to do as normal kids did, and "hang out". As she was making landing in a tree, she said, privately to both of them, hardly even noticing the blond-haired girl, <<Hey. What's up?>>
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Post by Nichole Matthews on May 22, 2009 18:16:50 GMT -5
Nichole gave a slight nod to Jamie.
<<Hello, Jamie. The sky is up...why do you ask? And I suppose, relatively, that you are also "up".>>
Nichole struggled to keep a strait face as she heard Allorna's response to the nothlit.
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Post by Jamie Bennet on May 22, 2009 18:20:39 GMT -5
Jamie was amused, but her intense falcon gaze didn't reveal it. <<I guess I'm what's going down, too,>> she joked, as she landed in the tree and perched. She was happy, but hungry; she hadn't yet eaten, in her falcon form. She knew she would have to, at some point. <<Would you mind getting me a bit of hamburger meat at some point?>> she asked Nichole. It wouldn't completely satisfy her hunger, but it might tide her over.
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Post by Nichole Matthews on May 22, 2009 18:27:28 GMT -5
Nichole nodded, flashing an OK sign behind her back. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to do it in front of the girl, but she could try.
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Post by Cassie on May 25, 2009 2:32:29 GMT -5
(Sorry....>.> forgot my password and such)
Serena gestured to the seat in front of her. "Go for it." She saw Nichole nod and then put her hand behind her back. She raised an eyebrow. "Are you all right? And I'm Serena by the way. Serena Mitchell."
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Post by Jamie Bennet on May 26, 2009 5:14:00 GMT -5
((PM me the password you want for the account and I'll fix it)).
Not really interested in what was happening below, the girl-turned-Lanner falcon began to preen, cleaning the parasites and filth from her feathers. She kept her eye on Nichole, though; she was so hungry, she could eat an eagle. Not that she could take one on, though. She listened as Serena gave her name. People really weren't things that Jamie missed, having isolated herself from them for days now.
The falcon in her wanted to drift off and go find a bird to eat...but she feared killing another beautiful bird. <<I'm sorry that it's come to this, but I can't wait any longer,>> Jamie replied privately to her fellow Shock Troop members, and drifted out of the tree, then towards another table, where she'd seen a someone with a hot dog. Her wings became narrow and pointed as she glided effortlessly towards the hot dog, and picked it up into her talons.
Of course, that caused a scene. People stared, wide-eyed, at the bird, as flapped its wings, the bun falling from the hot dog to the grass. "What the hell!?" the boy shouted. "That bird's got my dog!"
Finders keepers, Jamie thought as she returned to her tree, and began to tear at the hot meat. It wasn't satisfying, but it would tide her over. <<I'm sorry, Nichole,>> she replied, privately again, to her and Allorna. <<I needed to eat...>>
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Post by Forlin-Langor-Chulain on May 26, 2009 15:18:00 GMT -5
Cinnabon was a dangerous place. Especially dangerous for an Andalite in human morph. Forlin had to be careful; if he grew crazy over the buns, the Yeerks might notice him. He stared down at his bag, containing two cinnamon buns within it, and then made his way to a table that wasn't empty. He wanted to sit with the humans and talk with them. He smiled slightly as he pulled out a seat, and sat down, not really aware that it was a good thing to ask. "Hello," he said timidly.
His head turned, and his eyes widened, as a bird of sorts - falcon, by the looks of it - dipped downward and grabbed some food from a table, much to the chagrin of the boy who had purchased it. He turned to the others. His human morph was young, 12 at oldest. "Are the birds always like that in this area?" he wondered curiously.
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Post by Nichole Matthews on May 27, 2009 22:09:46 GMT -5
Nichole smiled. "I'm fine. Why do you ask?" She sat and more-or-less tugged Allorna into her seat. She let out a laugh as Jamie dive-bombed the hot-dog. "Did you lot see that?" She scooted to let Forlin sit and smiled. "What's your name, love?" she asked, her accent a little thicker than normal.
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Post by Forlin-Langor-Chulain on May 28, 2009 0:28:53 GMT -5
Forlin stared at her, confused and a bit disturbed by what she'd just called him. "My name is Frederick Gaines, and I am not your lover," he replied. Are the people around here as crazy as the birds? he thought.
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Post by Nichole Matthews on May 31, 2009 20:55:43 GMT -5
Nichole laughed. "It's just an expression. Like 'mate'. It doesn't mean I want to be your lover or anything." She leaned in. "And, trust me, you're not my type." She winked.
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Post by Shadefawks on Jun 7, 2009 21:43:17 GMT -5
Stephen sighs, bored to tears as he worked behind the counter of the Cinnabon. Wishing he had some lackey to do the tedious work for him like he did back home. But in order to keep costs down, and make sure they had eyes and ears everywhere the "teachers" would have to work in some of the storefronts from time to time. He grins a little at the bird snatching a hot dog, wishing he had his camera to catch that and post it on the internet. Although, that's not the first time he's been noticing the local birds act odd...
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Post by Forlin-Langor-Chulain on Jun 11, 2009 9:42:57 GMT -5
"If I am not your type, why are you calling me your mate?" asked Forlin, frowning slightly, but with his eyes. He had trouble using his mouth for expressions. "Ate. Tuh."
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Post by Nichole Matthews on Jun 14, 2009 19:12:37 GMT -5
"It's an expression, lo...Man." She patted him on the shoulder. Then she leaned in and whispered in his ear, "And watch the mouth sounds. You never know who could be around."
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