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Old 06-05-2012, 10:04 PM
Epenyne Epenyne is offline
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Old Logs!

Have old logs? Post 'em! Here are some Jen, Phineas's player, sent me! This is from the POV of PHINEAS LEE!
> You lightly wiggle your fingers at Jerry Harris and Demitri Esquire.
Demitri Esquire glimpses bleakly at you.
Demitri Esquire twitches his full upper lip subtly.
> You appraisingly skim Demitri Esquire.
Demitri Esquire leerily scans you with his gaze.
Tendrils of barely-visible clouds mist through the evening sky.
> You speak to Jerry Harris meanwhile, "Evenin', honey."
You nonchalantly saunter toward the door of the Garden Cafe.
Demitri Esquire glimpses between Jerry Harris and you.
Demitri Esquire grumblingly blurts to you, "What, ya fuck him too?"
> You indignantly arch your thin eyebrows at Demitri Esquire, "Excuse me?"
Demitri Esquire repeats himself to you stonily, "Did ya fuck him too?"
> Demitri Esquire allows you to step him.
You move from the door of the Garden Cafe to Demitri Esquire.
You step into Demitri Esquire offendedly, "No, Demitri. And I sure as 'ell didn't -marry- 'im, either."
Jerry Harris smirks helplessly.
> You glare into Demitri Esquire's bright green eyes hurtly, "Please move. I'm..hungry."
A very light rain gently moistens the streets of Arkham.
> You irritably close your large black umbrella.
Your large black umbrella closes, its canopy folding smoothly into a narrow cone.
Demitri Esquire steps aside, "I'm sure Jerry wouldn't wed th' town bicycle, any'ow."
> You flash your almond-shaped pale-blue eyes at Demitri Esquire warningly, "What did you say?"
> You grip a wooden handle tighter, "I don't know -where- you get off callin' me names, ducky. I didn't do anythin' ta -you-."
Demitri Esquire sneers icily at you, "I'm sorry, guess th' only thin' your parents couldn't afford ya was a brain. I said I'm sure a classy man li' Jerry wouldn't wed th' goddamn town bicycle."
Demitri Esquire glowers at you, "Ya fucked Jimmy, Phineas. And I'm sure it didn't stop there."
> You indignantly prod Demitri Esquire's right leg with your large black umbrella, "I ain't even -seen- Jimmy, much less fooled 'round with 'im, in ages!"
> You hiss through your teeth, "And I sure as 'ell ain't seen anybody but -you- since y'were locked up. I stood by you fer -years- and this is what I get?"
> You increasingly narrow your almond-shaped pale-blue eyes at Demitri Esquire, "You meet some broad and marry 'er in a few -weeks-? And -I'm- the one with no brain?"
Demitri Esquire grumbles dismissively at you, "You've gotten fat, any'ow."
Jerry Harris tugs his large black umbrella somehow from his satchel.
> You unwillingly water your almond-shaped pale-blue eyes, "I have not and you know it."
Jerry Harris takes a large black umbrella from his satchel.
Demitri Esquire averts his bright green eyes sourly.
> You murmur to Demitri Esquire quietly, "Just tell me why, ducky. Do you love 'er?"
> You lift your gaze to Demitri Esquire's bright green eyes searchingly.
Demitri Esquire snorts exhaustedly, "Nawh, I don't love 'er, goddammit."
Demitri Esquire mutters hoarsely at you, "She needs me righ' now, tha's all ya gotta know."
> You frustratedly tighten your sensual lips.
> You avert your gaze from Demitri Esquire painedly, "If ya say so."
> You move from Demitri Esquire to the door of the Garden Cafe.
You enter the Garden Cafe
---composing herself, I assume. -----
You leave the Garden Cafe ...
> You composedly smile at a section of West College Street.
Jerry Harris musingly props a wooden handle on his right shoulder, "I reckon it's time for a drink."
Arthur Pendulam Smith arrives from the wide stone steps north of here.
Arthur Pendulam Smith greets you, Jerry Harris and Demitri Esquire, "evening."
You wiggle your fingers at Arthur Pendulam Smith easily, "Hiya, honey."
Arthur Pendulam Smith smiles at a brownish skeleton, " Evening Bob."
> You glimpse at Demitri Esquire askance.
> You move from the door of the Garden Cafe to a worn table.
You casually wander toward a worn table.
> You momentarily lean your derriere against a worn table, "You get anywhere with yer lil problem, Artie?"
Demitri Esquire crinkles his fine nose faintly at Arthur Pendulam Smith, "Friend o' yers?"
You occasionally feel little drops of rain landing on your cheek or palm.
> You answer Demitri Esquire lazily, "He's one'a the first new kids I met when I was able ta shake Andrews."
Arthur Pendulam Smith smiles at you, " how are you this evening."
> You smile at Arthur Pendulam Smith unconvincingly, "Just dindy. You?"
Arthur Pendulam Smith raises his thin eyebrow at you, " not bad."
> You toast Arthur Pendulam Smith with your martini glass approvingly.
> You lengthily sip your martini. The cool, refreshing taste of gin and vermouth.
A beautiful but distant thread of light drifts across the night sky.
> You surreptitiously examine Demitri Esquire's eerie cane.
> You naturally wrinkle your thin nose at Demitri Esquire's eerie cane.
Arthur Pendulam Smith takes a turkish cigarette pack from his satchel.
> You further hate Demitri Esquire's simple gold wedding ring.
> You idly observe Arthur Pendulam Smith.
> You comment randomly, "I need a radio 'fer m'room."
> You question Arthur Pendulam Smith mildly, "You sing, mister?"
Arthur Pendulam Smith jokes at you, " no sorry, i think your better off with a radio than me."
> You quirk your sensual lips at Arthur Pendulam Smith amusedly, "Well, that's the problem, honey. I ain't got a radio, and yer right here."
Arthur Pendulam Smith chuckles at your words.
> You flickeringly glance toward Demitri Esquire, "I don't think this fish is bitin', so -somebody- has ta entertain me."
> You flash your teeth at Arthur Pendulam Smith perfectly, "Looks ta be you, hmm?"
Arthur Pendulam Smith chuckles at you again.
Arthur Pendulam Smith sucks briefly upon his lit turkish cigarette and exhales a thin wisp of smoke.
Arthur Pendulam Smith asks you, " so whats new with yourself?"

> You wince at Arthur Pendulam Smith's words imperceptibly.
> You carefully keep your gaze from Demitri Esquire, "...nothin', really."
> You smile at Arthur Pendulam Smith regardless, "Been pretty borin' on my end."
> You realizingly complain, "'Cept movin'. Y'know those lugs just -dropped- my stuff everywhere? It took me -ferever- ta unpack."
> You gesture with your martini glass annoyedly, "I -know- it was alotta stuff ta carry, but that's no reason ta just -throw- m'jazz around."
> You self-importantly pat your glossy platinum-blonde hair, "That's why they didn't get a tip. Lazy fellas 'round 'ere."
A distant shimmering in the night sky fades in and out of view.
Even the dim stars of the sky make you feel tiny.
> You tease Arthur Pendulam Smith amiably, "Some won't even sing a -lil- ditty."
Demitri Esquire helplessly watches you.
The pitter-patter of light rain can be heard as it washes over Arkham.
Arthur Pendulam Smith smiles at you, " im afraid I will have to pass for the saftey of your ears."
Thomas King arrives from the street east of here.
Demitri Esquire huffs faintly.
> You laugh at Arthur Pendulam Smith lowly, "Mhmm. I'm sure m'ears can handle it."
Tendrils of barely-visible clouds mist through the evening sky.
Thomas King nods to Arthur Pendulam Smith, you and Demitri Esquire.
Thomas King nods to a brownish skeleton, "Bob."
Thomas King moves from College Street east of here to a balustrade.
Thomas King walks to a balustrade.
Arthur Pendulam Smith nods to Thomas King, " Hello again."
Thomas King sits down on a balustrade.
You grin at Thomas King broadly, "Hiya, Slim!"
Arthur Pendulam Smith smiles at Thomas King's words.
> You comment about a brownish skeleton, "And I'm glad somebody moved that thing. Somebody had it in a hat earlier, at the other bench."
> You chatter predictably, "Ollie said 'e was prob'ly watchin' 'is relatives over at the graveyard, and -I- said 'e needed a jacket ta go visit.."
Arthur Pendulam Smith says to Thomas King, " Bob is looking a bit worse for wear, I dont remember him missing teeth."
> You grin to yourself amusedly, "Ollie wouldn't let 'im borrow one. What a stiff."
Arthur Pendulam Smith chuckles at your words.
> You brattily turn your gaze to Demitri Esquire, "You ought'a let 'im borrow yers. He -needs- it."
Thomas King admits, "Well. He shouldn't be passed around town. He should be in a classroom."
> You fully agree with Thomas King, "He's disgustin'."
> You sigh inwardly.
Thomas King smirks aside at you, "Yeah... if an old skeleton grosses you out, you may not want to come to my classes."
> You glance from Demitri Esquire to Thomas King entertainedly, "But ya owe me a lecture, Slim."
> You grin at Thomas King easily, "I'm sure y'can make it not -so- gross, hmm?"
You occasionally feel little drops of rain landing on your cheek or palm.
> You lithely push from a worn table.
> You first sip your martini. The cool, refreshing taste of gin and vermouth.
> You savouringly slide your tongue over your sensual lower lip, "Mm. Welp, I'm 'bout due fer a refill."
Demitri Esquire observes you over his fine nose angularly.
> You peer into your martini glass dubiously, "This one just ain't big enough."
You catch a glimpse of a green star in the sky, but when you look more closely, it's gone.
Thomas King rests his scrimshawed cane beside himself.
> You readily raise your large black umbrella, "Y'all be good, hmm? I'm sure I'll see y'all later, if yer lucky."
> You grinningly open your large black umbrella.
Your large black umbrella opens smoothly, spreading its fabric canopy.
Thomas King smiles subtly at you.
Arthur Pendulam Smith smiles at you.
Thomas King scratches his right palm needfully.
Arthur Pendulam Smith sucks briefly upon his lit turkish cigarette and exhales a thin wisp of smoke.
Demitri Esquire long-sufferingly runs his gnarled right hand over his face.
> You move from a worn table to College Street east of here.
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Old 06-06-2012, 11:02 AM
Phinny Lee Phinny Lee is offline
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Hahahaha!

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Alright, I'm diggin'.



Edit: I was gonna say, that one above was from 2008. Gotta date them!
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Old 06-06-2012, 12:10 PM
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Squee! I literally just found one from - get this - 2005!! The dawn of Arkham as we know it. I'm going to post pieces because I love seeing these names...

Demitri helpfully supplied alcoholic punch, and King and Phin happily get hammered:

Kathryn Caldwell glances between you and Thomas King knowingly.
Kathryn Caldwell murmurs to herself, "...oh, lord..."
You chuckle lightly at Kathryn Caldwell, "And it really wasn't worth doin'?"
Thomas King grins suddenly, "It would have been a party if I had gone...."
Kathryn Caldwell rolls her wide pale-blue eyes, "Mm. The King is dead, long live the Queen."
You regard Thomas King amusedly, "Y'know...I think yer a party -wherever- ya go, mister."
Thomas King smiles crookedly to you.
Thomas King asks Kathryn Caldwell then, "You don't have anything to drink do you?"
You wink at Thomas King, "Yer awful cute, y'know."
Thomas King glances back at you.
You smile easily at Thomas King.
Thomas King ruffles his straight blonde hair.
Thomas King turns back to Kathryn Caldwell.
You nudge Kathryn Caldwell lightly, "Don'tcha think, hon? Definitely beddable."
Kathryn Caldwell blinks at you.
Kathryn Caldwell soundlessly opens her heart-shaped mouth.
Kathryn Caldwell helplessly glances between Thomas King and you.
Dawn Williams arrives from the wide stone steps north of here.
You chuckle lightly at Kathryn Caldwell.
Thomas King blinks at you.
Thomas King glances at Kathryn Caldwell, "Did she just say that?"
You cheerily shift your purple fedora.
You just wink at Thomas King.
Dawn Williams waves to Thomas King, you, Kathryn Caldwell and Demitri Esquire.
You notice Dawn Williams belatedly, "Hiya, hon."
Kathryn Caldwell glances hopefully at Dawn Williams.
Thomas King nods distractedly to Dawn Williams.
You grin at Dawn Williams, "Where ya been?"
Kathryn Caldwell divertingly tells Dawn Williams, "Oh, hiya Dawn."
Thomas King glances again at you.
Thomas King blushes suddenly.
Thomas King sits down unsteadily near the retaining wall.

A few mins later:

You shift your purple fedora backwardly, "I thought we were on our way ta doin' somethin' fun."
Dawn Williams arrives from the wide stone steps north of here.
Kathryn Caldwell blinks at Thomas King.
Kathryn Caldwell bewilderedly watches a section of West College Street.
Thomas King nods to you, "We were. But the you stopped."
Thomas King drinks his soda pop.
You peer at Thomas King, "Oh yeah...'cause Kate came over."
You grin now, "But we still could."
Dawn Williams pouts at Pyra Wildflower.
You barely wiggle Demitri Esquire's black leather coat, "Right, ducky?"
Thomas King lays on the steps leading north.
Pyra Wildflower flicks her owlish blue-grey eyes to Dawn Williams, "Hm?"
Thomas King balances his soda pop bottle on his chest.
Dawn Williams cries at Pyra Wildflower, "Your letter isn't true!"
You mention to Thomas King, "If ya lay down it's all over, hon..ya gotta keep on yer feet."
Dawn Williams cries at her white envelope, "And my grades can't be true either!"
Thomas King grasps his soda pop bottle.
Thomas King sits up on the steps leading north.
You wink at Thomas King.
You turn your gaze to Dawn Williams then.
Thomas King points to you with his soda pop bottle, "Yeah...."
Dawn Williams opens her purse.
Pyra Wildflower hops off from the retaining wall.
Dawn Williams puts her two white envelopes in her purse.
Dawn Williams closes her purse.
Pyra Wildflower asks Dawn Williams, "Should we go and talk?"
Kathryn Caldwell stares helplessly at Dawn Williams and Pyra Wildflower.
Dawn Williams nods surely.
Pyra Wildflower nods to Dawn Williams.
Pyra Wildflower tells Kathryn Caldwell, "Uh.. have fun with the unsober.. I'll be back."
Pyra Wildflower moves from the retaining wall to College Street east of here.
Pyra Wildflower moves east along College Street. Dawn Williams moves from the steps leading north to College Street east of here.
Dawn Williams moves east along College Street.
You glance wonderingly to Kathryn Caldwell.
Kathryn Caldwell smiles wanly at College Street east of here.
Thomas King drinks his soda pop.
Thomas King stands up slowly near the steps leading north.
Christine Johnston arrives from the street east of here.
Christine Johnston waves at Thomas King, Kathryn Caldwell, you and Demitri Esquire.
Thomas King grins wildly to Christine Johnston.
You laugh lightly at Christine Johnston, "Hiya!"
Christine Johnston glances at Thomas King, "You look like the Cheshire cat."
Thomas King asks Christine Johnston unsurely, "Do you have anything to drink?"
Christine Johnston glances at herself, "Did I come out in my underwear or something?"
Kathryn Caldwell moves from the retaining wall to Christine Johnston.
Kathryn Caldwell wanders to Christine Johnston.
Thomas King adds, "I need more and there is no rum in this...."
Thomas King shakes the soda pop bottle and fizz erupts to spray all in close proximity.
Christine Johnston chuckles at Kathryn Caldwell.
You glance to Thomas King from Christine Johnston.
Christine Johnston jumps from Thomas King.
Thomas King blinks at his cream-coloured silk long-sleeved shirt.
You point at Thomas King entertainedly, "Way ta go, mister."
You snigger helplessly at Thomas King.
Thomas King drops his empty bottle on his right foot.
Thomas King widens his large dark-brown eyes.
Thomas King hops painfully.
Thomas King moves from the steps leading north to the retaining wall.
Thomas King stumbles to the retaining wall.
Thomas King sits down on the retaining wall.
Kathryn Caldwell murmurs discreetly to Christine Johnston, "...god help us both."
Frank Gibbons arrives from the wide stone steps north of here.
Christine Johnston glances at Thomas King, "Oh my word."

And later by the Halsey statue, leading up to the fight Demitri and King have in a few mins, -this- little gem made me laugh:

Thomas King moves from the grass to Demitri Esquire.
Thomas King wanders slowly to Demitri Esquire.
Demitri Esquire shifts his feet firmly.
Demitri Esquire takes a bite of his chocolate-chip cookie.
Kathryn Caldwell warningly says, "...Thomas..."
Demitri Esquire menacingly chews his chocolate-chip cookie.
You silently observe Demitri Esquire and Thomas King.
Thomas King glances to Kathryn Caldwell over his right shoulder, "No it's fine, we're just talking between friends here."
Thomas King turns back to Demitri Esquire.
Demitri Esquire answers Thomas King icily, "I've found out already, King. And Phinny and Caldwell are not -everyone-."
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Old 06-06-2012, 07:27 PM
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Ahem. I've had too much time on my hands today. Also, I heart gmail for saving -everything-, including stuff I didn't know I had:

Edwin Cain mentions to Tarquin Lanceaux, "I'm a whiz in the kitchen Quinne, if ya need my help just gimme a holler yeah?"
> You hear Edwin Cain curiously, "Ya cook?"
Tarquin Lanceaux tells Edwin Cain, "I'll make sure Zoe comes to talk to ya."
Tarquin Lanceaux smiles at Edwin Cain charmingly, "I'll personally train you."
Edwin Cain nods surely, "When yer the oldest of eight and yer parents are always workin....ya gotta learn ta cook."
> You thoughtfully regard Edwin Cain.
Tarquin Lanceaux envies you discreetly.
Edwin Cain nods slightly, "Sounds good, maybe if we find time...I can try your pie and you can try my clam sauce."
Tarquin Lanceaux licks his thin lips lightly, " Your sauce you say? Sounds like a plan."
Edwin Cain nods lightly, "It's damn good on some lobster raviolis."
Edwin Cain turns his round violet eyes to you, "Now for that....rousing waltz, since my feet are far too slow...."
Tarquin Lanceaux grins at Edwin Cain suggestively, "I'm sure it tastes splendid with any type of meat..."
Tarquin Lanceaux smiles cheerily, "Ok, off to do paper work all, see you in class tomorrow."

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Old 07-19-2012, 05:29 PM
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So this little ditty came up in conversation IG last night which prompted me to dig it up. Here's what happens when two spoiled brats get into a catfight:

(2007)

Florence Adaire steps to Thomas King now.
Florence Adaire winks at Thomas King similarly, "Good."
Thomas King twitches his ordinary lips slightly.
Florence Adaire smooches Thomas King's chiseled right cheek audibly.
Evan Davis asks Florence Adaire nonchalantly, "Got any other... messages.. you need delivered?"
> You barely narrow your almond-shaped pale-blue eyes at Florence Adaire.
> You slowly push from a traditional street bench.
Florence Adaire nudges Thomas King's right shoulder with her fingertips, "Before ya ask as well.."
Florence Adaire turns to Evan Davis now, "Not that I can think of."
Florence Adaire assures Evan Davis easily, "But I'll be certain to let ya know should I think of anythin'."
Florence Adaire strolls toward a traditional street bench again.
> You silently observe Florence Adaire.
Thomas King hooks his thumbs into his black leather belt with a nightstick.
Florence Adaire smiles at you sweetly.
Florence Adaire sits down on a traditional street bench again.
Thomas King peeks at Evan Davis, "Miss Adaire is acting strange."
Soft, gentle snow begins to fall from the starlit sky.
> You fleetingly glimpse at your burnt turkish cigarette.
Evan Davis wanders to Florence Adaire lazily, "Always happy to help."
> You deftly flick your burnt turkish cigarette and your fingers.
Evan Davis sits down near Florence Adaire.
> You blatantly toss a burnt turkish cigarette at black leather ankle-strap heels.
Florence Adaire assures Thomas King easily, "Just light-hearted at the performance."
Florence Adaire flicks her gaze at a burnt turkish cigarette.
Thomas King wanders to you.
Florence Adaire narrows her bright green eyes at you responsively.
Thomas King sits down next to you.
Oliver White momentarily glances at a traditional street bench.
> You rudely smile into Florence Adaire's bright green eyes.
Florence Adaire dismissively flicks her silky champagne-blonde hair toward you.
Florence Adaire asks Evan Davis and Thomas King smilingly, "So what brought that on?"
Thomas King rests his black cane beside himself, "Hrmm?"
Evan Davis peeks at Florence Adaire sidewardly, "What do you mean?"
Florence Adaire gestures the pavement with her slender right hand, "The little.. song an' dance show."
> You close your shoulderbag.
Florence Adaire admits openly, "Which I should add was quite enjoyed by all."
Thomas King frowns subtly, "We miss a show? I do love a good show."
> You slowly shift your shoulderbag to your back.
Florence Adaire glimpses at Thomas King amusedly.
Oliver White carefully scratches his left arm.
Florence Adaire assures Thomas King indulgently, "Ya sure did, such a shame too - it was a great one."
Thomas King ruffles his straight blonde hair frowningly.
Evan Davis compliments Florence Adaire randomly, "Hey, that's a nice dress."
Thomas King asks Oliver White aside, "How are ya, Ollie?"
Florence Adaire smiles at Evan Davis automatically, "Thanks, I felt like wearin' red today."
Florence Adaire eyes Evan Davis briefly.
Oliver White disinterestedly shrugs, "Good as can be."
Evan Davis hums at Florence Adaire thoughtfully, "Too bad you don't have a hat to wear with it."
Thomas King raises his bushy eyebrows at you.
Florence Adaire slides her fingertips into her silky champagne-blonde hair smilingly, "I thought about wearin' a hat, but I felt more in the mood to sport this instead."
Florence Adaire adjusts her white gold and sunstone haircomb minutely.
> You watch Florence Adaire still.
> You flick your fingernails dismissively at Florence Adaire's white gold and sunstone haircomb, "Looks like yer duds are dullin', toots."
Oliver White hopefully peers at the section of College Street west of here.
Thomas King glances at Florence Adaire's white gold and sunstone haircomb followingly.
Florence Adaire rolls her bright green eyes at you annoyedly, "Can a lid on it Phinny."
Thomas King whispers to you, "Phin, come on. What's going on here?"
Florence Adaire fluffs her silky champagne-blonde hair with her fingertips winningly, "Besides, I'm sure ya can eventually persuade someone to indulge ya."
> You assure Florence Adaire simply, "I don't need ta persuade, honey.. it happens -without- m'promptin. It's an art form."
Evan Davis drapes his right arm over Florence Adaire's shoulders lightly.
Small flurries of snow drift effortlessly through the sky.
> You whisper to Thomas King aside, "I'm 'bout ta pound that dingy frump, I think."
Florence Adaire flashes her teeth at you smirkingly, "Perhaps ya art just needs a little.. perfectin' then, hm?"
Thomas King whispers to you surely, "There is no need for that."
> You chuckle at Florence Adaire condescendingly, "Easy 'nough ta talk 'bout perfectin' when -leftovers- are so easily acquired. Thing is, dame, it takes so much more..finesse ta dine in the best seat'a the house. But maybe y'all jaspers don't have fine dinin' up in those podunk mountains?"
Florence Adaire aloofly informs you, "Backwoods? Doll, I'm Fifth Avenue material.."
> You whisper to Thomas King dryly, "She's got it comin'."
Florence Adaire jabs at you meanly, "..an' at least I wasn't raised to be a Gold-digger."
Thomas King glances between Florence Adaire and you.
Oliver White distractedly tugs at his clean white-streaked walnut-brown hair.
Thomas King peeks at Evan Davis briefly.
> You widen your almond-shaped pale-blue eyes bloodthirstily.
You snap your slender right hand at Florence Adaire's head suddenly, "Gold-digger?!"
Evan Davis glances back at Thomas King.
You roughly entwine your fingers in Florence Adaire's silky champagne-blonde hair and Florence Adaire's white gold and sunstone haircomb, "Even this tawdry thing is too good.."
Ree Watts arrives from the street east of here.
Ree Watts smiles to you, Thomas King, Evan Davis, Florence Adaire and Oliver White.
Evan Davis raises his voice, "Hey hey! That's enough!"
Thomas King wraps his arms around you backwardly, "Woah, woah!"
> You tear Florence Adaire's white gold and sunstone haircomb and Florence Adaire's silky champagne-blonde hair from Florence Adaire's head viciously, "..fer the likes'a you, ya grifter!"
Florence Adaire forcedly turns her head.
Florence Adaire gasps surprisedly.
Evan Davis grasps Florence Adaire's shoulders pre-emptively.
Ree Watts blinks at you.
> You throw a white gold and sunstone haircomb on the pavement harshly.
Thomas King widens his large dark-brown eyes at you, "Phin! Calm the hell down!"
Florence Adaire belatedly raises her slender right hand to her silky champagne-blonde hair.
> You struggle with Thomas King obstreperously, "I'll -kill- her! Gold-digger?!"
Evan Davis leans forward.
Thomas King tightens his arms.
Florence Adaire narrows her bright green eyes at you and a white gold and sunstone haircomb seethingly.
You grind a white gold and sunstone haircomb into the pavement brittlely.
Thomas King pulls you backwardly.
Florence Adaire noticeably grits her teeth.
Florence Adaire clenches her fists additionally.
Evan Davis feels black snake-skin spike heels, "Ouch."
Evan Davis drops a white gold and sunstone haircomb.
Florence Adaire lowly demands of you, "Ya gonna pay for that."
> You helplessly stumble into Thomas King.
Evan Davis grasps a white gold and sunstone haircomb finally.
Evan Davis takes a white gold and sunstone haircomb.
Florence Adaire stands up.
Evan Davis eyes Florence Adaire aside.
Florence Adaire steps to you directly.
Evan Davis stands up too.
Little white diamonds of snow fall peacefully to the ground.
> You wiggle your arms angrily, "What does -that- two-bit floozy know 'bout anythin'?"
Evan Davis hurries to Florence Adaire, "Oh no you don't."
Florence Adaire cattily spits at you, "Bitch."
Florence Adaire reaches for you similarly.
Thomas King murmurs at your small right ear frustratedly, "Calm the hell down!"
Evan Davis steps in front of Florence Adaire.
Evan Davis hopefully blocks Florence Adaire from you.
Florence Adaire hopefully reaches over Evan Davis' right shoulder.
Thomas King reaches to his pocket quickly.
Thomas King takes a silver-inlaid badge from his pocket.
> You flail at Florence Adaire futilely, "Quiff!"
Evan Davis wraps his arms around Florence Adaire's waist.
Ree Watts stares at Florence Adaire and you confusedly.
Patrolman Thomas King wears a silver-inlaid badge.
Florence Adaire leans into Evan Davis completely.
Patrolman Thomas King restrains you.
Florence Adaire swings her slender right hand at you then.
Florence Adaire hisses at you icily, "Chippy! -Chippy-!!"
Evan Davis lifts Florence Adaire somewhat.
Patrolman Thomas King tugs you backwardly, "This is insane!"
> You yell at Patrolman Thomas King irately, "Figures! Take -her- side!"
Patrolman Thomas King pulls you.
Patrolman Thomas King stumbles to the section of College Street west of here mostly.
Patrolman Thomas King drags you through the section of College Street west of here.
You begin to enter the section of College Street west of here.
You move west along College Street ...

Ah, how I miss Flancy!
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Old 07-19-2012, 07:34 PM
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I'm still impressed at the casual use of obstreperously.

I just found some logs. Not the best ones in the world, but still interesting. I'll clean them up soon.
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