Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 5:12:20 PM)
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Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 5:13:08 PM)
Pulling two beers out of their holder, the toilet, she moves back towards him and offering him what isn't chilled but at least maybe a little cooler what with winter and water in a toilet. "There you go..."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 5:13:53 PM)
Interesting spot to keep your booze *He chuckled* And where do I put it away once I drank it? *He laughed and opened it*
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 5:13:59 PM)
Oh and thanks
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 5:17:05 PM)
"I'll take it. It'll be disposed of." How she intends to dispose of it she leaves thoroughly to his imagination. "So yeah, you can maybe see how I've kept myself busy and off the radar."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 5:22:08 PM)
I didn't mean putting the can away.. I meant the beer after I drank it *He chuckled* Nevermind.. yeah I can see that... so.. what was taht shit about beeing old enough to be my mum?
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 5:24:02 PM)
She shrugs and moves over towards the mattresses, taking a seat and looking over towards Melvin, three mattresses almost the right level to even do so. "Just that... the man who found me after my dream dance is now a really old grump bastard. Me on the other hand, not so much."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 5:31:53 PM)
*He chuckled* I see.. hmm.. I guess you're lucky then.. and well thatm eans you've been arround to see concorida rise and fall to shit? *He sat down next to her and raised his beer to her* Well.. got any cool stories to share?
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 5:33:15 PM)
"Concordia rise and fall?" She looks towards him and just smirks before popping her beer and taking a few long gulps. "I did tell you I didn't give a rats ass about politics. So you're the one more likely to be able to clue me in than the other way around..."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 5:34:02 PM)
But sure you must have noticed the civil war, people killing each other or so? I mean if not fuck.. damn that rock you were hiding under was big
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 5:35:24 PM)
"I kept my nose clean, they never even knew I was here. Why would they bother me with civil war shit? You're talking about a war that the population didn't and doesn't know about, why would someone who had no part in the community here know any more?"
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 5:42:07 PM)
Well.. I've been just wondering why you came out of hiding now, or was is just lucky with finding you now? *He shrugged slightly and took a big sip of his beer*
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 5:43:39 PM)
A pause before looking about. "Well, I finished my work here. He came to see me and said if I didn't make myself known all there would be about me would be tales of the horror in the asylum, I could become a monster." She pauses, taking a few gulps. "That honestly didn't sound so bad. But I'm more than that."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 5:46:41 PM)
*He smiled* Well to bad you are not interested in politics.. but I do undertand tha Oi! mentality.. so yeah *He shrugged* I mean I am sure people could use your help with the crap that's been going on.. especially since.. some pointy eared fucks... are trying to take over the city.. well I shouldn't say that we haven't interrogated our captives yet
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 5:48:00 PM)
"Now that ... thats perhaps something you might want to see..." Grinning, amusement in her eyes, a rather dark glint infact. "I have an interrogation room..."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 5:54:05 PM)
So do I *He grinend* But I guess you can figure otu what two nocker and a cap can come up with
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 5:55:00 PM)
"Probably more than I can... but mine has a certain ... style to it. Not that I've really had to use it much, but theres a certain reassurance to being ready..."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:00:07 PM)
Oh you've been a girl scout? *He chuckled and shook his head* Yeah better ahve shit and not use it than the other way round.. hm.. *He looked arround* Mind if I smoke some weed?
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:01:59 PM)
A shrug. "Go right ahead, can't say I'll join you but you can enjoy whatever you'd like." Watching him curiously before finally asking something thats been due... "So, why'd you even accept coming here? To the home of someone you don't know ... nor have any reason to trust?"
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:07:51 PM)
Well yeah.. because I am curious guy... but it also doesn't hurt have a certain ammount of protection with you at all times *He grinned and started to roll a joint* Besides.. if you wanted me dead .. I'd eitehr be dead by now.. or you would have drugged me with that beer.. seeing as I ahven't passed out yet.. well.. go me *He laughed and lit it*
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:09:30 PM)
"Well ... or I'm letting you fall into my trap. Do you really let weed effect you? Why?" Seeming confused as to why anyone would make their thoughts and mind get unnecessarily clouded.
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:11:25 PM)
Because it enhanced the way your senses work *He chuckled* Everything tastes better, feels better.. and becomes clearer *he chuckled* Sideeffects the next morning suck though
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:13:21 PM)
"Sideeffects? What sideeffects? I lose myself, I wake up having been a monster... some semblance of control is good. That or the illusion of it. Just like at the Rooks parliament before I saw you."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:16:41 PM)
*He shook his head* Sideeffects mean a slight hangover.. the craving for sugar.. and the fact that you want to masturbate constantly *He shrugged* But it's not like booze where you actually poison yourself, into acting like stuff you can either just be ashamed of or hope everyone else was just fucking wasted as you were
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:19:41 PM)
"Then you obviously haven't had enough weed, to the point where everything slows, you second guess each and everything you think. Your mind feels like its in hyperspeed when all you're doing is being slow. Its an interesting experience but it brings out parts of me that people don't want to see."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:20:55 PM)
*He shrugged some* Dunno.. I take everything in moderation.. otherwise it's no fun, besides one joint isn't gonna turn me into the paranoid fuck I've seen it can turn otehrs into
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:22:32 PM)
"No, no, not the one joint. That'd never hurt anyone. Don't let me be a buzz kill." Finish up her beer and crumpling it in her hand, leaning back against her bed and watching him curiously.
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:25:10 PM)
Don't worry.. I would have told you if you were *He grinned some more and nodded* I try to be honest with my shit
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:28:22 PM)
"Yeah, so I've noticed..." A bemused smirk as she thinks about all his efforts in saying how pretty she is. "I don't even know why I bought you here to be honest."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:30:16 PM)
Cool that makes two of us then *He smiled* Maybe you just like my pretty ass.. or maybe you just wanted to talk to someone.. we may or may never find out
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:33:03 PM)
"Your ass ain't that pretty. You really do think of yourself as a bit of a ladies man don't you? Pity I'm no lady."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:34:01 PM)
No I don't think I am one.. i am one.. *He laughed* And damn well it's pretty.. but yeah you don't look all lady like to me either
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:35:53 PM)
"I think calling me a lady would be more likely to gain you a black eye than anything else..."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:43:09 PM)
I'll keep it in mind.. besides I didn't plan on doing so.. ladies are women with silver hair.. blocking up aisles in a supermarket.. and nothing else.. if you ask me
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:44:52 PM)
"I'm sure the sidhe would like you to think otherwise. Snotnosed brats..." Smirking and then laughing. "Why do you spend time in supermarkets anyway?"
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:54:39 PM)
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Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:55:17 PM)
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Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:55:24 PM)
(you got mine?)
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 6:55:47 PM)
Because I ened to buy coffee and other thigns..you know like food and stuff.. besides I would pass out at the ramblings of my customers at times if I wouldn't have enough coffee
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 6:56:39 PM)
"You need to find other natural highs... hell you're a nocker ... make something. How can can it be?"
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:00:53 PM)
Well.. no forge means I can't make shit.. *He sounded a bit frustrated as he said that* Fucking crap.. I have been digging for two months straight to find all the crap to build one.. so yeah... still need to make money.. to buy mundane things..
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:01:45 PM)
"You should scrounge it up. People leave stuff lying around all the time, even in the junk. Its surprising how much you can do with very little money. Heck I made all this..."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:02:58 PM)
*He chuckled* Yeah I know.. well it's more complicated than that.. once you start to make yoru tools.. you need alot of them, and alot of machinery to run a good forge
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:04:21 PM)
"You should just pillage parts from something... you said a lot of people got killed? Some of them had to have been nockers."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:05:14 PM)
Yeah and their stuff has been taken by the fuckers that killed them, or was used to build the boat that has left town.. *He frowned* They literally left us with nothing.. and with nothing I mean fucking nothing
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:06:15 PM)
"Theres a guy here with a boat ... how'd he manage to get all of that? Sure he has no crew ... but still. A boat. Even says it'll fly."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:07:26 PM)
Not him.. there was a ship.. a fucking freehold on a ship *He nodded* Nocker science.. nto some random Dougals crafting
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:09:27 PM)
"Dougals? Politics ... remember? But alright ... whatever you say. You're the one who knows about all these contraptions."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:10:05 PM)
Just out of curiousity.. when was the last tiem you been in a freehold?
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:10:28 PM)
"Today when I went to Rooks? That is a freehold right?"
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:10:42 PM)
Nope it's not *he frowned*
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:11:22 PM)
"Then ... well, not really sure I've ever been to one. Whats the big deal?" Gazing at him and really showing how much of a hermit she has been.
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:12:31 PM)
Just trying to figure out how you have been able to avoid Banality and shit.. that's all.. you are a rather interesting person.. you know that?
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:13:55 PM)
"Interesting? I was thinking you'd be viewing me more as horribly boring..."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:15:55 PM)
*He shrugged some* Nah... not really
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:19:36 PM)
"I have no idea why you think I'm interesting. I don't have a flying ship, I don't make interesting gismos, i'm just a weird gal who lives in a mental asylum." A pause before laughing, teeth flashing. "Alright, so at least that part isn't boring..."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:20:23 PM)
You are one of us.. that alone makes you interesting if you ask me.. plus you got boobs
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:20:35 PM)
*He grinned.. obviously joking*
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:21:09 PM)
"They're not that special ... more than anything boobs just cause more issues than they help you out. Trust me on that one."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:24:45 PM)
*He just kept grinning* Yeah well .. I know..
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:25:44 PM)
"You know eh? And how is that? You mysteriously turn into a girl whenever the moon comes up?" Teasing but yet curious too.
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:26:14 PM)
Nah... they just tend to distract me alot *He shrugged*
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:28:03 PM)
"Yes, so I notice. At least you tend to look me in the eyes rather than trying to stare down my top..."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:28:38 PM)
Cause you could bite my head off if you wanted to
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:29:50 PM)
"Probably, but the taste isn't as good as you might expect."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:30:22 PM)
I know.. I hear Albel rant about it alot
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:32:57 PM)
"Albel?" A quirk of an eyebrow. "Oh right you mentioned him earlier. The redcap - like me." Pausing as she thinks about that idea for a moment.
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:35:36 PM)
*He shrugged some*
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:36:02 PM)
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Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 7:36:06 PM)
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Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:36:33 PM)
Albel with Faith tagging along was walking toward Melvin, he'd find the grumpy nocker sooner or later that way.
Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 7:36:57 PM)
*And Faith was quiet for once,as she tagged along*
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:38:25 PM)
Shaking her head, she gazes at Melvin. "Theres something you're not telling me. Something perhaps I should know...." Eyeing him as the two outside are walking down a street that has never been renovated since Katrina, nature starting to reclaim the land.
Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 7:39:54 PM)
*Faith was a tad distracted by the nature that was reclaiming the land but she managed to stay focused enough to stay with Albel*
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:40:19 PM)
Albel, without missing a beat, was walking toward the pair, shaking his head. "You hang out at some weird ass places Snowflake." Glancing Hunter up and down before shrugging and looking back to the Nocker.
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:40:41 PM)
(you're not there yet :) i'm describing your path ... bah!)
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:40:55 PM)
(lol sorry)
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:41:26 PM)
Well that depends.. *He shrugged some* either way.. can I have another beer? *He grinned* I'll get you some the next time to make up for it
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:42:22 PM)
Then, along the path Albel went, eyeing the forestry but instead muttering to himself about Snowflake.
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:42:59 PM)
Towards the end of the road, an abandoned aslyum, its grounds overgrown and all thats seen in the grass what appear to be rabbit or other animals paths to break the grass down. When they'll arrive to the asylum itself, it'll appear every bit as rundown if not moreso inside - if that were even possible. Though further inside ... light. "Help yourself, but you better be a man of your word, I don't work too often, you're right, its fucken horrible and banal B. S."
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:44:10 PM)
Albel shook his head, claws tinkering, but he still had some juice left on his Oakenshield from yesterday. He'd glance to Faith. "Stay behind me." Then in he went, more quietly now as he trailed toward Melvin.
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:45:11 PM)
*He got up and got himself another bear and shrugged to her* Well work is okay just depends on what crap you do.. I mean if you are writing phonebooks or just putting numbers into a computer... you'll prolly be gone before you realize you were fucking there to begin with
Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 7:45:14 PM)
*She kept up with Albel even though she was distracted she so wanted to just wander around but knew better..Hearing Albel's words she did just that and stayed behind him,a bit more vigilant than before simply because the way Al was acting then again it was Al so who knew*
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:45:22 PM)
(going to be lazy and post my description from the history i have)
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:45:43 PM)
Her bedroom. Running water for a shower which also holds the toilet within the area, not wanting to waste space on something which is as achievable by jumping in one of the local waterways. Three mattresses resting one on top of the other, none really in a good state of repair as well as blankets to throw over herself. When one mattresses is feeling poorly, it goes to the bottom... by the time it gets back to the top she figures she'll have scrounged for another one to replace it. Her wardrobe consists of poles pushed into the walls and along the length of the end of the room. Clothing hanging from it, clotheshangers always getting thrown out, she has no difficulties finding new ones when her manual labor (got to keep in good knick) allows her enough money for something else that takes her fancy in the local op shops. What most surprises people or not when they think more about it is that the one pride and joy is what appears to be a complete and well made kitchen with old fashioned wood fire oven. Its all be
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:46:04 PM)
all been scrounged from the building but restored and is arguably the centerpiece of her room. Well, that is until people look to the walls.
The walls: Sure, if people look through her wardrobe pole, they'll find a baseball cap that is dangling with its adjuster tied over the bar - stained red. But she took the "old mans" words to heart - her walls are lined with scribbles, with words, with vague pictures or just "blotches". All of blood - and all not hers. When it cakes, dries out and slowly fades away, she will always have something else to replace it with. The room has a slightly iron smell to it due to the blood and may disconcert any who come to visit. But again, thats just how she wants it.
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:47:27 PM)
Lying back upon the mattresses, Melvin is watched as he goes to get another beer from the cooling water of well, Hunters toilet bowl. "Mostly physical labor, you know, helping dig shit, whatever it takes really ... keeps me fit, healthy."
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:48:14 PM)
He frowned a little, peering into the room and eyes seeking out his target naturally, sighing when he saw Melvin drinking a beer and standing more upright again, leaning on the doorframe. "Dammit Snowflake, here I thought you mighta been kidnapped. What the fuck you doing here? Who the fuck are you?" Scowling - though that could just be his most natural look- at Hunter.
Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 7:49:43 PM)
*Faith peered around Albel,giving a smile to everyone and a slight wave to Melvin that is once she realized things were just fine*Well thats a real nice thing to say to someone you first meet*said to Al*
Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 7:49:45 PM)
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Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:50:12 PM)
Yeah I can relate to the digging shit.. *He turned to Albel* Ehh... just hanging out with someone I found .. or found me? I don't remember.. Hunter this is Albel.. Albel.. this.. is.. *He was thinking* Yeah.. why bother.. you are gonna coem up with a name for as it is *He grinned and opened the beer* And pfft.. someone kidnapping me?
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:51:06 PM)
"You would be easy to sneak up on Snowflake..." He shook his head at the nocker and nodded to the other cap. "Sup?"
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:51:18 PM)
A pause as the woman looks up at the guests and she gets up, moving to lean forward and a hand coming to the floor. Teeth start to bare and she looks more akin to a wild animal. Unexpected guests ... are a bad thing. She barely even hears Melvin's words in her reflexive manner.
Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 7:51:29 PM)
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Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:52:07 PM)
And here.. we go.. again *He chuckled and sat down again*
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:52:07 PM)
Albel pulls up his claws at her bared fangs, relaxed pose easily enough dropped as well. Recaps plus needless aggression...
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 7:52:37 PM)
Kids.. just calm the fuck down.. we had enough fighting and killing for today.. I guess
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:53:41 PM)
"There's never enough fighting and killing Snowflake." Though his eyes didn't leave hunter, he was in go mode. "I wanted to know if you could augment a set of the armor for Raid here."
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:53:50 PM)
Lips close but she stays standing there, green hair flicking down across her forehead. "I knew I couldn't trust you . You bought people here ... lead them right to me ... even fucken helped yourself to my beer while you did it."
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:54:24 PM)
"Boy you know how to pick the special ones..."
Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 7:54:56 PM)
*she sighes and shakes her head*Well gee isnt this nice..Oh,wait..Oh*glancing between Hunter and Al,then gives Al a curious look shaking her head a bit letting the curious look fade away*
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:55:39 PM)
"Look...toothfairy..." He seemed to be talking to Hunter. "I don't want your fixer upper here, I just wanted to talk to Snowflake."
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 7:57:33 PM)
Hunters eyes narrow at Albels words, fighting to keep her cool. Theres three of them and one of her, at least that pretty one looks like she'd go down easy, maybe ... two and a half...
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 7:58:51 PM)
Albel was consciously keeping himself between Faith and the other cap, he had a fair idea of redcap tendancies. "Anyway, I'm gonna head over to Rooks, didn't mean to cockblock or anything." He'd nod Faith out ahead of him. "Come on."
Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 8:00:25 PM)
*she opened her mouth to say something but was quickly cut off*Uh,okay?*she gave a wave to Melvin as she turned to leave*See you later,and maybe you too*casting a glance at Hunter as she turned and did as Al said,for once she didnt question him*
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 8:00:51 PM)
Eh.. *He eyed the the three of them and scratched the back of his head* I am gonna replace the beer.. and hey.. it's not like we wanna do anything to fuck you up.. besides I would probably have told him about you and your place anyways.. after were a motley *He shrugged*
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 8:01:23 PM)
He eyed Hunter a moment longer, looking her up and down again before smirking and heading after Faith.
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 8:01:59 PM)
"This is ... well I suppose it would have to be." Moving to lower herself to the floor and rubbing at her face. "Sorry ... go and apologise but in the future ... warnings would help me not want to rip their faces off ..."
Delan ‘Albel’ Marshall (Feb 9, 2011 8:02:41 PM)
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Faith King (Feb 9, 2011 8:02:51 PM)
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Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 8:03:48 PM)
I didn't know they would show up here.. *He shrugged* Hmm.. toothfairy? Not the best but not the worst nickname he had given anyone *He smirked* And yeah.. dont take it personal.. he's allways like that
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 8:07:11 PM)
"Yeah, always like that. Great... well I just got off to the greatest of starts, didn't I?" Smirking and then moving towards the toilet, picking up a beer and the top is literally torn off with her teeth before being spat at the wall. "Really fucken great."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 8:09:11 PM)
Don't worry about it *he smiled to ehr* He's had a rough week..
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 8:11:20 PM)
"Yeah well, you want to go chase him up? He is your motley member." Moving to pull out the last of the beer. "Here, a token...of well, not really goodwill, but y'know."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 8:14:10 PM)
Allright.. but we definetly need to finish this talk *He smiled to her and then handed her a card in exchange for the beer* Number email, skype and whatnot
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 8:18:39 PM)
Accepting the card, she looks down at all the different details. "What are these other things under the numbers? This is a phone number ... the rest?"
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 8:19:13 PM)
Email.. you know.. comptuer.. internet?
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 8:20:04 PM)
"Heard about it, never used it. But ... err, thanks for all the details. Go be with your friends Melving." Giving an upnod to the door. "Maybe ... you'll see me around."
Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 8:23:25 PM)
Make that a definetly *He smiled to her* Was fun hanging out with ya.. *And with that he left*
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 8:24:19 PM)
(alright, cya later ... sorry about having to go)
Hunter Smyth (Feb 9, 2011 8:24:21 PM)
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Melvin Thatcher (Feb 9, 2011 8:25:58 PM)
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