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[Aug. 11th, 2010|01:28 pm] |
Who: Armstrong
Where: Twilight Town not to deep into the actual forest.
When: Afternoon
Warnings: Sparkles, manliness.
Open/Closed: open
Armstrong had grown quite tired of these mosquitoes. his incredible manliness and sparkles made him a huge walking mosquito target. A friendly stroll around Twilight Town turned into a frustrating bug punching festival. Flexing his muscles kind of helped. The sparkles and mosquitoes fought for the same space, but sadly it didn't really help matters much.
Growing tired of punching bugs, he finds a quiet spot in the forest of Twilight Town (I mean, as quiet as one can get with a million mosquitos buzzing around you), he began punching trees. Stress relief, and the wood sculptures that would follow he could probably sell for some money. Of course they would sell, it's a perfectly scultped statue of a perfectly sculpted man! Or at least, that's what Armstrong thought, anyhow. |
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[Jun. 8th, 2010|10:34 pm] |
Who: Conrad
When: Not too long after his encounter with Buzz
Where: The Inn
Warnings: Conrad currently disapproves of everything. Including breathing.
Open/Closed: Open
In a dark corner of the Inn, Conrad slouched, cross-legged in a giant, over-stuffed chair. He was trying not to sulk, and failing miserably. His hope for a cab to the airport had dissolved in a few choice words from the fuzzy death-machine behind the desk. Now, he was waiting for housekeeping to finish cleaning a room for him. He slouched lower. "F*ck." |
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