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| Mr. Darcy | Nov 7 2009, 04:23 PM Post #1 |
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| Ricochet | Nov 10 2009, 02:46 AM Post #2 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=80% bgcolor=#000000 style="border:3px dotted #2F4F4F;"> <tr> <td> <center><img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l154/Dairi/clintwyatt.jpg"></center><br> <font color="#7E3517"> Kayla's Apparel - Wyatt's<br> Clint's Apparel - Irene's. <br><br> It finally came to be the day that at least two members of this small group had been dreading since, oh, about the 19th of the current season. If it didn't involve formals, then they might not be quite so sour about it, but as it was... Well, Kayla was appointed to make sure that the two men actually showed up here today, and Irene was self-nominated as her sidekick. Not that Irene was over joyed by the dress she wore, she could have done without the bow, but as it was indeed the woman beside her that had paid for the dress, she wisely kept her mouth shut. <br><br> The other reason that Kayla had come today, is for the rare flower seeds that she knew to be available today, and today only. Her mother had made no particular request, but both the Tanner siblings knew she wouldn't be too pleased if they came back empty-handed. As Wyatt messed with the right cuff sleeve of his coat for what must have been the twentieth time at least, Kayla finally came up to his side and took him by the arm, smiling up sweetly at him as his scowl remained firmly in place. <Br><br> "You look fine, brother dear - so why don't you quit messing with coat before you actually do mess it up?" Kayla spoke up, starting out sweet and sincere at first, and ending in an admonishment. Narrowing her eyes, she raised an eyebrow at him. He scoffed and turned away, but did stop. He was just so dang uncomfortable in a suit like this. It just wasn't...natural. <br><br> Clint was feeling much the same, but, after the females had made the proper adjustments to the collar of his shirt and suit coat back at the house, he had pretty much left the whole thing alone. Was probably too afraid that if he did try to pull on it at all, that it would mess up again and start the whole thing over again. Right now, he had his head down, hands in his pockets, his expression hidden underneath his black cowboy hat. Try as she might, Ida Mae, Wyatt's mother, was unable to get either man out of his hat. So Wyatt was also sporting his white Stetson at this formal affair. After it had been cleaned, of course. <br><br> "Ah, there are the flower seeds for sale! Come, let's go see them." Tugging on her brother's arm, Kayla led the way over to the stall that the out of town woman had set up in order to sell her stock. Irene curiously headed that way too, and so Clint just sort of mindlessly followed. Seeing the Honeysuckles, Kayla knew that their mother would love that, so she bought two. Plus one of the Amaryllis, just because it was a Summer flower, and considering that was the next season, well it seemed not too bad of an idea. <br><br> "Oh, Clint, can we get a package of Columbine? Look, it's so pretty." Irene chimed in her two cents, her voice finally prodding Clint out of whatever reverie he had been in. After hearing her beg a second time, and then looking at the price, he decided to nod and pay for it. Which made Irene quite happy, of course. After the dealing was done, the four gravitated over to the snack tables. Not many were here yet, in fact it looked rather like they were among the first to arrive. Both Wyatt and Clint were pleased over that, neither one caring much for crowds. 'Course, they chose a corner table to sit at, no doubt thinking that, in all likely hood, it would be filling up pretty quickly. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| Gale | Nov 10 2009, 07:19 AM Post #3 |
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[align=right]Spring 27th, 07 ~10 AM Tag: Open Attire - Formal [/align] To be truthful, Enfys wasn't sure he had walked towards the right direction until he saw the decorations. While it had been a little over a week since he had arrived on this island, Enfys was quite confident in his ability to recognise where each road leads to. Now, though, he wasn't so sure any more. True, he had made it as planned, but the fact that he got lost amongst the houses made him felt slightly depressed. Shaking those gloomy thoughts off his mind, Enfys turned towards a more positive routine of thinking. It's Spring! The weather's nice and the air filled with flowery aroma! All is fine in the world! Yes, that would do nicely, now he felt much better. Stopping next to the flower stand, Enfys wondered what sort of flower he should bought. After a few moments of mental debate, he asked and paid for a single Columbine. He liked the scent of the flower, and the pure white pedals gave him a sense of peacefulness and quietness. Thanking the flower lady and carefully placing the flower into his pouch, the young man made his way towards the tables and refreshments. On his way he noted several groups of formally dressed villagers, and wondered if his attire was acceptable. He had been travelling light when he came to this island, and so he was left lacking in the suits department. The only option left for him was his old uniform from his time working as a librarian in Wales. While he had once been confused by the need for uniforms in a library, he had grown accustomed to it and the question never came up again. Taking a quick glance down his clothes, he made sure it was clean and presentable. It made him looked like some sort of religious figurehead, though, which was his source of discomfort. He feared it would offend someone if they believed he worshipped a different faith, while he didn't believe in any sects of religion. Still, it was useless to worry about such things now. The uniform was the best he could do, so he could only hope people would not make judgements base on first views. Arriving at the refreshment bar, he picked some snacks onto a small dish, and sat at an empty table, nibbling away as he enjoyed the flowers and the atmosphere of Spring. |
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| TigerToes | Nov 11 2009, 06:04 AM Post #4 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=400 bgcolor=white style="border:1px solid #000000;"> <tr> <td>[align=center] [/align]<div style="width:400px;text-align:justify">· · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · · <br><br>tag: Ricochet <br><br>Usually it wasn’t like Aspen to take her time getting to an event, but the matter of finding something nice to wear to the Flower Festival was something that couldn’t be ignored. She was told that the festival would be a formal event, so she had to dress the part if she was going to look like she belonged there. Shuffling through the piles of clothes in the storage box underneath her bed, she went through every piece of clothing until she finally came upon a teal party dress. Holding it up to the light, she looked at it and realized that she’d never worn the thing before. How did it get into her belongings? It puzzled her until she saw a note attached to the tag. <br><br>“Hey, little sis! I know you thought that I didn’t get you a going-away gift, but this is my surprise to you. Every girl should at least have one fancy dress, so I hope you’ll enjoy yourself while wearing this! XOXO” <br><br>She had to hand it to her sister for always being one step ahead. Silently sending out a big thank-you, Aspen tried on the dress and found that it fit her well. She liked the silver embellishment across the waist, it was neutral enough to balance out the colors from the dress and her red hair. Next, was the task of trying to tame her hair. Her bangs were getting long, and would probably get in the way. She clipped them to the side, then put her hair in a half-up style. Thinking that her look still lacked a little something, she rummaged around for her pearl earrings and put them on. Finally she dabbed on some lip gloss, slipped into her strappy gold heels, and hoped for the best. She couldn’t tell how she looked, since there was no mirror in her tiny shack. Anyway, there would be tons of flowers at the festival that would hopefully lend their beauty to her if she stood close to them. She locked up her home and made her way to Chrysocolla Estate. <br><br>The lush, pink cherry blossoms greeted her eyes as she walked into the courtyard. Everything was in bloom! She was dazzled by the flowers that came in every color, and as she walked by some of them, a light scent wafted into the air. But with the aromas and sights also came a curious tingling, particularly in her nose. Aspen stopped in her tracks, anticipating.. waiting.. and then it came, a sudden and violent sneeze. <br><br>“AHH..!!” followed by the pinched sound of a sneeze averted into a squeak. Crisis averted. She let out a sigh of relief, then walked away from the flowers in search of some place that wouldn’t aggravate her poor nose. Who would have known that she’d be allergic? She didn’t recall ever sneezing at the yellow roses that Ulysses brought her at the Valentine’s Day event. But then again, that was only one dozen flowers. Here were rows and rows of blossoms, everywhere. <br><br>Sniffing slightly, she wandered around and saw a small crowd gathering in front of a stall. Curious, she approached it and found a vendor selling rare seeds. Their names were exotic, and she tried to pronounce them. “A..ma..ry..llis,” she said softly. Maybe she should buy a packet, and try growing some flowers in a pot. She opened the clasp of her slim purse to check if she had enough money, and a few coins spilled out to the floor. Aspen reached down and collected most of them, but one escaped her fingertips. “Oh..” She watched as the coin rolled up to someone’s shoes. </td> </tr> </table></div> [/dohtml] |
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| Indigo | Nov 11 2009, 11:37 PM Post #5 |
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[align=right]spring 27th ;; year 07 || 10:23 AM [ attire ] tag :: OPEN ![/align] Xaria supposed it would be sort of bad if the local priestess didn't show up to a festival which, if her records were right, was mostly to honour the Goddess. Stretching her arms, the pink-haired woman yawned a little. She had woken up extra early today in order to cram in all her daily chores and duties in the time she had before she had to come to this event. So, she was a little tired. But her sleepiness was not enough to stop her from feeling stupidly anxious about coming here. For one, Xaria hadn't come to one of these festivals at the island - especially not this one - in a long, long time. It felt strange breaking the dry spell after so long... and in general, going to a large, open social gathering without any kind of intent or motive felt was even stranger. It was like she was missing something, almost. In a way she was, but lacking it was a good thing. Ah, I'll just have to suck it up and cope then, she told herself as she drew closer towards the huge garden that the Estate's courtyard had become. Another reason for the woman's anxiety was her clothing. This was supposed to be a formal affair, but all of the dresses she owned fitting that criteria were... well, maybe not appropriate for such a setting, and a person in a position such as hers. Frowning at the thought of wearing those dresses again, she stopped walking for a moment to look at what she had resorted to putting on. Having nothing else, Xaria found herself with no other choice than to don the robes her uncle had left for her. Although they were very nice as clothing - the silk and other materials were very high quality; it was also comfortable and light - she felt self-conscious. It was more the design of her attire she wasn't quite used to. She honestly felt like a character out of a fantasy novel, or some such thing. Her robes were mostly a soft, light pink hue but the parts that weren't were a rich, vibrant red covered in intricate, ornate designs in a silver colour. Xaria's usual headband was replaced by a thicker one, an example of one of those red parts. The neck of the dress was rather wide, starting roughly around the spot where her collarbone ended. There was the red trim around the collar, which was somewhat square-shaped. Then, branching off from that collar, there was a thin, translucent sort of a shawl or a cape (she wasn't sure) apparently 'built into' and attached to the robe. The body of the dress was simple at least: it was long-sleeved, and it hugged her body a little bit, but was still comfortable. A long, thick red sash was tied (and also attatched to the robe) and streamed down at her side, gradually getting thinner. The skirt part of her dress was long and flowing, dancing around her legs with every step she took. It consisted of two layers: a pink one and a red one, matching the colours on the rest of her outfit. Xaria suddenly realized that she was just standing there, staring down at herself like some sort of lunatic. Embarrassed, she quickly looked up and continued walking. As she entered the courtyard, she noticed some other people in attire that wasn't exactly the word-by-word definition of 'formal'. While the woman felt a little better, she still felt odd - after all, their clothing wasn't extensively odd and elaborate. But, worrying about her clothes was foolish. The bigger question was, what on earth was she going to do here? She didn't really know anyone besides Kaden, and she hadn't spoken to him so she wasn't sure if he was coming. Er... and what if someone asked her about the Goddess? She'd be able to regurgitate one of the folklore she knew off by heart, but... Sighing, the woman found herself standing in front of the fountain. She stared up at the shining statue of the Goddess, watching the sparkling water flow about. After a moment, she clasped her hands together in front of her. The woman closed her eyes then and bowed her head. A little tiredly, she told herself: Well... I suppose I'll start by saying thank you to you, as I should... |
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| Ricochet | Nov 12 2009, 03:18 AM Post #6 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center cellpadding=20 cellspacing=0 width=80% bgcolor=#000000 style="border:3px dotted #2F4F4F;"> <tr> <td> <center><img src="http://i95.photobucket.com/albums/l154/Dairi/clintwyatt.jpg"></center><br> <font color="#7E3517"> Tag: Apsen<br><br> The table they were sitting at was, just about, as silent as the grave. So, in looking around, Kayla decided to stand and leave the table behind in order to hopefully be more sociable, starting by going back over to check out the flowers for sale again, also just in case she had missed something. Intent on the merchandise as she was, she didn't notice the woman next to her until she felt a slight tap against her shoe. Looking down, she saw it was a coin, and, following her gaze up, she realized it had no doubt come from the redhead next to her whom happened to be holding a wallet in her hands. <br><br> "Excuse me," She said lightly, kneeling down to pick up the coin, then straightened and extended her open hand toward the woman, balancing the coin at the end of her fingertips. Smiling, she continued, "I believe this belongs to you." <br><br> Back at the table, things...were still pretty quiet. Clint was intently focused on the table, not bothering to look around at anyone nor anything else. Wyatt was simply glad that they weren't in a building, otherwise his fear of enclosed spaces would have no doubt chased him out by now. He didn't like crowds either, but was a little easier with an edge table like this. <br><br> Irene seemed to be quite busy as she was with looking around the area. Who was she looking for? Well, only she knew at present. She sat with one elbow leaning on the table, her head held up by that hand, her other arm sprawled out across her lap. She had her gaze constantly scanning the crowd, though. Wyatt had both his hands on the table as he glanced down at them; so, now what exactly was he supposed to do? Hm. Wait for his sister to return while keeping some silent company, he reckoned. Socializing...wasn't really his thing. </font> </td> </tr> </table> [/dohtml] |
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| TigerToes | Nov 13 2009, 05:21 AM Post #7 |
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| Fins | Nov 13 2009, 06:36 AM Post #8 |
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| Mr. Darcy | Nov 13 2009, 04:55 PM Post #9 |
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="400" cellpadding=15 bgcolor="CBFCFF" style="border:1px solid #0075FF;"> <tr> <td> <font color=1C75D8> <font face="Copperplate Gothic Bold" size=4> Spring 27th, 07</font><br> friday | tag: Lunatia!<br> <font size=3> ------------------------------------------------------------<br></font> <br> <br> Even though she had never really showed it, Chou was actually a pretty big flower person. But, she believed in admiring them naturally in nature, or in gardens, but never had the green thumb to grow any herself. Aside from that, the only show of interest she’d ever given was when she’d sometimes bring some flowers home for the vase on the kitchen table. Which, granted, wasn’t too often. <br><br> Chou smiled to herself as she entered the front gates to the flower-themed estate, and glanced down at the dress she had just recently purchase (and just for this festival, too!). She didn’t have very many clothes, and since her and Yasumi’s farm was doing rather well now, she had first asked Yasumi if he didn’t mind --- to which he arched an eyebrow --- and then ran off to go purchase her blue tie-dye and hooked knitted dress. <br><br> As soon as she noticed the small crowd already present at the Flower Festival, she felt that immediate nervousness begin to swell up within her, and she bit her lip. Even though she loved being around other people, and getting to know them, she could never stop being nervous! Her smile widening into one of excitement and giddiness, Chou quickly made her way over to the drink table, pouring herself a nice cup of punch. <br><br> It didn’t take her long to notice the young brunette sitting nearby at one of the tables, by herself. For a moment, she watched the woman silently drink her punch and watch the rest of the crowd. Then, she decided to try and do the one thing that was always the most nerve-wracking --- meet someone new. Taking in a deep breath to try and calm herself, she turned her full attention onto the young woman and smiled. <br><br> “Hello,” she said, but quickly faltered, and flushed, when she realized she hadn’t bothered to think of what to say afterward. Eyes widening with embarrassment, she quickly began to fumble and stutter as she went on to say; “N-Nice w-weather today.” <br><br> Oh, what a stupid, stupid, stupid thing to say! </font> </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i303.photobucket.com/albums/nn144/underliningsilence/chou_table_thing.jpg" height="258"> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Fins | Nov 13 2009, 08:14 PM Post #10 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=50 cellspacing=10 width=500 background="http://img230.imageshack.us/img230/8304/flowerblue.gif" style="border:8px dotted #003399;"> <tr> <td> <br> [align=center] ![]() <br> Lunatia Herbs <br> Flower Festival <br> Spring 27th, Year 07[/align] <br> <br> <br> Lunatia smiled lightly when a bird started chasing another bird. Then the two sat on a tree covered in flowers and they chirped at each other. Spring was the mating season for animals, so it was perfectly normal. Luna had always liked birds, her mother kept a few finches and sometimes a parrot. She became fond with all types of birds in her youth, but it was a long time since then. As her smiled died down, a young woman walked up to Luna and said hi, then asked about the weather. An odd question, simply because spring usually always had good weather. She then saw how nervous the person was and chuckled, "The weather is fine, as I see it." <br> <br> Lunatia scooted over to the end of the bench giving more room for the woman, if she wanted to sit down instead of standing. She had finished her cup of juice and put it on a patch of grass, so she could later get up and refill it if the line did not get too long. There were many people at the festival, most of them she had never seen before. Luna thought she even saw Kayla and Wyatt walking with two others. Lunatia then looked at the woman again. Happily she spoke. "My name is Lunatia Herbs, nice to meet you." She took a minute before speaking, "Oh- ah, would you like to sit down?" <br> <br> The sun started to shine even brighter, and a few finches landed on the ground near the bench Luna and the woman were at. It looked like the birds were playing with each other. Spring was so beautiful; everything came to life after a snowy winter that blanketed the region. Luna was just glad she got to witness it on such an island. <br> <br> <br> Tag: Chou! </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Venom | Nov 13 2009, 11:45 PM Post #11 |
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| Fins | Nov 14 2009, 01:07 AM Post #12 |
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=50 cellspacing=10 width=500 background="http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/4813/heartbackgrounda2.gif" style="border:6px solid #FFFFFF;"> <tr> <td> <br> [align=center] ![]() <br> Paige Richards <br> Flower Festival <br> Spring 27th, Year 07[/align] <br> APPAREL <br> <br> <br> Paige walked from the Inn to the estate for the Flower Festival, which was supposed to be fun. At least that is what she was told. It did not take long for Paige to find the estate. She had gotten there earlier than most, but there were still a large ammount of people there. Paige, shortly after entering, found herself near a few tables where food and beverages were placed. She drank some homemade punch, then ate a peach. After eating, Paige figured she would walk around and hopefully start a conversation. <br> <br> Birds flew, the flowers smiled, and the sun shined brightly. More and more people came, and less left. Watching the people themselves was fun, but then she saw a scene the would a a lovely painting. Taking a minute, Paige sketched it on a tiny pad she always carried with her. The sketch itself contained a lot of detail and could be considered a good piece of art. However, Paige was never satisfied with her art, and was determined to repaint it once she got home. <br> <br> Once her pad was put away, Paige decided it was time to leave. She started walking toward the gate, when a dog barked loudly. At first, she didn't notice it, but it got louder with every step Paige took. The dog ran and practically jumped at the girl's legs. She fell backwards bumping into a man, with his back to Paige. The owner of the dog came up and apologised, and scolded the dog. They left, but Paige still remained on the ground, starring at the sky. Bewildered, she got up and picked up her small purse, but couldn't find her pad. It had flown passed the man she had bumped into. Looking up at him she hesitated, <br> <br> "H-hello.." <br> <br> <br> <br> Tag: Hataye! </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Venom | Nov 14 2009, 01:19 AM Post #13 |
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Being a bullying jerkass is my sole legacy
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[dohtml] <table align=center width="399" cellpadding=15 bgcolor="330358" style="border:0px solid #330358;"> <tr> <td> [align=center]TARGET: PAIGE[/align] <br> It was not often that Hayate was caught off guard, but alas it occurred every now and again. He had not been prepared for an assault, which caused him to feel much shame toward himself when he realized that he had let his guard down. One should never do that, especially while taking on a mission. However, he did not have much time to chastise himself, because he was too busy turning around and readying himself for the next blow. <br><br> Again, it seemed, he was sorely mistaken. He had not been attacked, but rather bombarded by a young, clumsy girl. She glanced up at him, and gave a meek hello as way of greeting. Hayate flexed his claws slightly as he lowered his left arm, which he had raised as way of protection as defense. There was no point in being on the defensive any longer, as he had calculated that this young child would do him no harm. She appeared to be more confused than anything else. <Br><br> Would there be much point in engaging in conversation with this small, feeble child? As he stared down at her, blankly, Hayate considered it. His Master had specified that he enjoy himself, had she not? And, from what he had observed, others appeared to be enjoying themselves by talking with others. If that is what it took to feel enjoyment, then Hayate concluded that if he conversed with this girl, then he could finish his mission and be done here. <Br><Br> "Hello." </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm72/insane-in-shadows/HayateTable.png" height="341"> </td> </tr> </table> [/doHTML] |
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| Venom | Nov 14 2009, 01:37 AM Post #14 |
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Being a bullying jerkass is my sole legacy
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[dohtml] <br> <table align=center cellpadding=10 cellspacing=0 width=349 bgcolor="272622" style="border:0px dotted #1f2e49;"> <tr> <td> [align=right]Attire - Tuxedo<br> Tag: Enfys[/align] <Br><br> Since the town was holding a festival, school was cut short so the children could go and enjoy the festivities. While Jim had wanted to go home and finish his school work, he'd finally decided to just go and see what was all going on at the festival. Besides, he should be able to finish his work later on; there wasn't that much given to them since school would be getting out for Summer Break soon anyway. <Br><br> Clearing his throat, Jim adjusted the cuff of the blue tuxedo he had chosen to wear to this festival. From what he could recall of reading about it, this festival was pretty important, and he had wanted to look nice. Though, now that he took the time to look around, he noticed that not many others were wearing formal things, so he kind of felt out of place. Scratching at his cheek nervously, Jim made his way over to the refreshments table. <br><br> His mind wandering, he wondered how Fred was doing right now. He was probably still at work, either that or else they had let him off early in order to enjoy the festival as well. Jim wasn't sure, but he couldn't hide the urge to want to see Fred here. Maybe he'd be able to dance with him too? He felt himself smile, and as he casually glanced up from grabbing some food, he caught sight of someone familiar. <Br><br> Jim's smile only seemed to grow and, snatching some more food, he left the refreshments behind and walked over to the table Enfys was seated at. He flashed her a friendly smile and gave a small nod, "Hey there. Mind if I sit with you?" </td> </tr> <tr> <td background="http://i293.photobucket.com/albums/mm72/insane-in-shadows/JimsPostTable.jpg" height="269"> </td> </tr> </table> <br> [/dohtml] |
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| Gale | Nov 14 2009, 02:02 AM Post #15 |
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[align=right]Tag: James[/align] Quietly nibbling on a piece of cookie, Enfys had been enjoying the various plant lives decorating the whole festive area. People were moving about, chatting and generally having a fun time. Some of those around he knew, though most of the participants were strangers. He sighed a little, but then looked up happily, there were still so many people to meet! Like those people sitting around a corner, looking kind of lonely but nonetheless content. There and then, Enfys would have stood up and walked over to the table with the two with the cowboy hats. That is, if he was not stopped by finding a familiar and friendly face. He didn't really expect James to come to such an occasion, it didn't seem like what his friend would do, but he was nonetheless happy to see him. Returning the nod and smile, Enfys pulled the chair next to him out and gave it a soft pat. "Sure, that'd be nice. It's good to see you today, James." He said, smiling brilliantly. |
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