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Posted: Fri May 12, 2006 10:11 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 31, 2006 8:01 pm
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Posted: Wed Nov 01, 2006 12:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 19, 2007 3:35 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 20, 2007 2:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 22, 2007 9:17 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2007 3:28 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 27, 2007 9:33 pm
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 11:20 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 8:00 am
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Posted: Sat Nov 01, 2008 9:59 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 12:31 am
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"Wow... will you look at this, Lucifer..?" Fairlee murmured appreciatively as she looked around, her steps slow and lazy as she moved forward into the village. It was the first lively place she had seen since stepping off the train; the Inn didn't count in her mind. People were scurrying around uneasily, unnerved by something or other. As Fairlee moved forward whispers of a murder reached her ear... and were easily shrugged off. Not like it was any of her business.
Oddly quiet, the blonde first made her way to the center, where the giant lemon tree held court. She stopped under its branches and gazed up at it curiously, hands planted on her hips. The lemons looked back innocently, swaying gently on the subtle breeze that had managed to defeat the surrounding buildings. The cheerful fruit held her attention for several long moments before she turned away with a sigh. Lemons couldn't be easily eaten; such a shame.
Mind still more on her stomach then her mission, Fairlee made the executive decision to check out the restaurant first.
"It's the most suspicious place here by far. I can tell; I have a keen sense of knowing when people are suspicious." she informed Lucifer as she moved through the crowd, either not noticing or ignoring all of the mildly alarmed looks she was getting. "I'm sure we'll find many clues and suspicious things, as well as many tasty and delicious things. Everyone wins!"
Lucifer, who in a fit of irony was looking more and more like a saintly sword with each passing moment, endured her obvious drive to feed with a martyred silence. Apparently he knew when to hold his nonexistent tongue.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 2:07 am
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Everything was as quaint as the pompous gatehouse entrance, cobblestone paths and gas lamps that loomed high before each turning point. The Lemon Tree was surely a must see- with its big trunks and broad branches, the produce was plump, cheerful, and... huge.
A Lemon surely couldn't get that big. . . . Unless the tree is mutated by growing agents or was preserved from the Jurassic era.
Artemis's second guess was ludicrous, though: everybody knew that there weren't any Lemon Trees on the Jurassic era. But one couldn't be too sure- has anybody lived that early and passed on his or her knowledge for generations? The Ice Age must have cryogenically preserved them.
Artemis could smell roast beef, the scent lingering around her was enough to make her empty stomach churn. Pit. Pat. Pit. Pat. Artemis scampered up to the tree, reaching a slim hand up for a lemon.
She couldn't. The tree was just gigantic! Admittedly, Artemis had spent the last of her money on that blasted bottle of Vodka, the rest of her wad of cash was on a train to somewhere...
Artemis crouched down low, inhaling the tart scent and jumping up high with all her might. Her tender hand reaches a textured Lemon, and pulls the object down along with her.
Thank gravity...
Artemis landed flat on her behind, the lemon rolling off a few inches away from her.
...I take that back.
She crawled up to her belly for the lemon, grasping her bright and sour reward on two hands. It's surely heavy... Artemis took a gaping bite, giving off a yelp and a sour face, as she tossed the fruit away.
"Blegh!" She wiped her tongue with her clean hand, recomposing herself and patting off the dirt on her bottom.
"I'd have to get myself a free meal," Artemis said, arms crossed along her chest, striding with poise onto the busy Restaurant. Her determination didn't falter, and with her tattered and more than exposing shirt, she'd surely get one good roast beef platter.
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 2:43 am
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Posted: Sun Nov 02, 2008 2:55 am
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