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Post by duckflesh on Aug 31, 2003 20:19:13 GMT -5
**The guard, not a very bright specimin, goes rigid, his eyes darting around as he attempts to think of a responce. Pushing him aside, another guard smiles at her**
No worries, ma'am, just a a little trip to a friend of their uncle's. He has a cabin down in the south woods. Sorry we didn't let you know, but we weren't sure where you were.
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Post by kamylienne on Sept 1, 2003 22:16:51 GMT -5
::she eyes the first guard a little suspiciously, but forces a smile nonetheless; in a relieved tone, she says: :: "Oh, thank god, I was just worried . . . eh, listen to me, I sound like a worried 'ol mousewife . . . . thanks . . . " ::her voice trails off and she starts looking for Hack . . . if anyone, he'll be more upfront with her. Something is just not right here . . . ::
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Post by duckflesh on Sept 1, 2003 22:30:38 GMT -5
**The second guard watches her leave, then smacks his companion upside the head and goes back on duty. Hack, on the other side of camp, carries a pile of dirty dishes towards the river**
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Post by kamylienne on Sept 6, 2003 18:29:27 GMT -5
::Though it takes her damn near half the day to find him (that's my excuse for not being here for a while, hahaha), she finds Hack by the river, washing dishes. She starts to help him out, brushing food off a dish:: "Hack . . . do you know where the girls are?"
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Post by duckflesh on Sept 6, 2003 23:03:16 GMT -5
**Hack doesn't pause at all, having prepared his explaination long before hand**
They're off on a fishing trip with a few of the horde members, should be gone for a few days. Duckflesh usually goes, but he was too busy this time.
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