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| Lost? Nah.; CI: Clint || ISO: Entegony | |
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| Ricochet | Mar 30 2009, 05:53 AM Post #1 |
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The Stalking Cat
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=500 bgcolor=#484034 style="border:1px solid #484034;"> <tr> <td background="http://i43.tinypic.com/11gm0p5.jpg" height=325> </td> </tr> <tr> <td> <font color="#F8F4B5"> Clint blanched, once her back was to him so that he didn't see, at where he had come from and just why he was here. Well, she hadn't exactly asked why, but perhaps it had given him that impression - and he couldn't help but think of the bad accident he'd had, and how he was never likely to set foot on nor ever to see the soil of his home state, Wyoming, ever again. Of course, she couldn't have known that, and he knew she meant it more to be as an ice breaker, and so, he would gratefully run with it. Not that he was actually running - he had set a rather slower than normal pace for himself, in hopes that his limp would not be too overly pronounced, because the last thing he wanted was for the woman to take pity on him, though he did try to keep pace with her the best he could within his own self-inflicted limits. <br><br> "I'm from America, born and raised in Wyoming, mostly." He answered simply, his voice even and normal, giving little to no hint of his earlier inner thinkings, though perhaps there may have been the slightest bit of a longing sound in with it, in his voice. He continued, a smile suddenly forming on his face, "I just arrived a day or two ago - a friend told me about this, so I signed up." He explained, ending in a small shrug. Then he turned the two questions on her saying, "And how about you, miss Abendroth?" <br><br> Truthfully, he had no idea where they were going, he had never been to the glade before, so he was simply following her lead. How could he know she also had no clue where they were supposed to be headed to? The appeared to be walking under some rather large shade trees at the moment, and he wondered if at any minute it would clear out into the glade... Only, what was that faint roaring sound? ... If he didn't know any better, he would say it almost sounded like a waterfall. But wait, that wasn't right. Looking ahead of him, he drew his brow down in confusion, apparently deep in thought. There wasn't a waterfall by the glade, was there? </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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