Stone Dog [Open]
Apr 25, 2011 16:21:53 GMT -8
Post by Jae on Apr 25, 2011 16:21:53 GMT -8
the moving finger writes
[atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #bcbcbc; border-bottom: 5px solid #111111; padding: 5px;] and having writ moves on: nor all thy piety nor wit shall lure it back to cancel half a line nor all thy tears wash out a word of it |
histoire
[atrb=width,440px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background: #bcbcbc; border-bottom: 5px solid #111111; padding: 5px;] [div style="background: dedede; color: #000000; font-siz[br"]e: 10px; text-align: left; padding-left: 10px; font-family: arial; width: 350px; border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px; -moz-border-radius: 10px 10px 10px 10px;] It was strange, eerie almost, that such a trusted friend would call him to such a recluse location. In fact, if he weren't cautious enough, it'd be the perfect place to plan a robbery. Nevertheless, over the sound of his steps, overshadowed the voices of others. Cursory inspection revealed that there were two of them, one male and the other female, but who they were or why they were here remained a mystery. Edging closer to what appeared to be his designated rendezvous, he haphazardly found himself in the middle of a conversation. The male looking much other than the little girl, and much more menacing, but he would politely intrude with the vernacular of a school teacher; polite yet firm. "Ummm, excuse me," he interrupted. "I was told by a friend that I was needed here for something. Would either of you happen to know about this?" |
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