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Post by Lady Hammer on Sept 15, 2007 14:42:13 GMT -5
Leo, the owner of a fabulous resort, scratched his scruffy beard as he surveyed the land. Unfortunately, his eyes were landing on one too many problem people. Fights had been breaking out every day, and needless to say, he was quite sick of calling the police.
"Christ, what am I gonna do?"
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Post by keisha556 on Sept 18, 2007 18:59:30 GMT -5
Illia handed her bags to her weeble and looked over the resort.
"I still don't understand why mother sent me here," she said. "Alonora"
A water bottle appeared in her hand. She took a sip from it and contined on.
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Post by Lady Hammer on Sept 18, 2007 21:22:04 GMT -5
"Excuse me," Leo said upon spotting the youth who had arrived at his resort. "Would you mind doing something for me? My name is Leo. I'm in need of assistance, you see..."
He gestured to a group of people not too far from his sight who were beginning to bicker, rather hotly.
"I don't know what to do about it. It's going to get out of control soon, and then I'll have to relocate my resort! I don't want to do that! I get good business here...!"
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Post by keisha556 on Sept 22, 2007 8:05:08 GMT -5
"Hello, sir," Illia says. "Yes, I think I will be able to help."
Her weeble nodded.
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creamwolfgurl
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Post by creamwolfgurl on Oct 3, 2007 2:46:53 GMT -5
Micky wandered over to Leo, customary grin in place. "Whats....Oh." he said, looking over at the rapidly riing tempers that he figured were ego-based.
Cripes, who could be bothered to fight when there wasn't a war going on?
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