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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 7:52 am
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Josh grins as he's dubbed navigator. Sliding into the seat, he reaches for the seat belt. As they leave the parking lot, he directs her towards his house. Time to get cooking...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ wahmbulance EPIC TIME SKIP OF AWESOME wahmbulance ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
It's Seven Forty-Seven PM in Tim's Ford State Park. It's a decent warm temperature, the sky is clear, the sun is sinking low, and the moon is visible as it hangs, waxing in the sky. After the short drive through back roads of the more rural side of Franklin County, the sign for the park comes in full view. Turning there will take you down a decent road, lined with trees and fields, until you pass the turn off for the camping area, and reach a sign that says, "Picnic Area." Continuing down this road will take you to the cabins, the docks, and the pool, but that's not where we're meeting, so lets turn left here and go to the picnic area.
A winding road turns around an open field, complete with a worn out old baseball diamond, volleyball net, and tiny playground, surrounded by lush grass. This lush grass is where our friends will have their picnic. Just across the road from the field is a small parking area, lined on one side by trees. Twisting through those trees is a wonderful bike trail, but that's not what we're here for. Some are on they're way, some could already even be here setting up. Just make sure everyone shows up before sundown...wouldn't want to miss the meteor shower...
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 1:33 pm
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 1:41 pm
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Posted: Sun May 01, 2011 2:00 pm
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Elian sat in the shadows, watching Drake from afar. He had followed the young man to where the party was going to be, then stayed in the shadows, out of sight. He had set up his trap while Drake was away, then disappeared as quickly as he had arrived.
Not a single one of them would expect what was going to happen.
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Drake stood in the baseball diamond. He had played ball here once.. Long ago... Shaking his head, he walked across the field, heading towards the grassy area where the picnic was to be held. He could see the sun, shining lazily across the land. It was almost time for nightfall... He moved over to the old smoke pit, putting a few logs in that he had brought with him. The wind was perfect tonight.. It would blow the smoke away from the picnic, and they could roast marshmallows on it later. But he would have to put it out when the shower began. Drake sat down, finishing his work and lighting a match, throwing it on the fire. He dropped his jacket from his shoulders, sitting on it while he waited. Crystal was going home.. He could only hope she made it there okay.. "I hope everyone gets here soon..." he said, resigning himself to tending the fire til everyone arrived.
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 2:32 am
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 5:13 am
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 8:44 am
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 5:04 pm
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Posted: Mon May 02, 2011 6:12 pm
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Zareth was getting bored, so he decided to start up his motorcycle. He saw faces that he had known for five near-perfect years, hapyy that he had decided to return. As he stopped he went to pull off his helmet, and as he did so, his hair, as long and silver as ever, fell out. He was tired of breathing the stale air of his helmet. Hey, everyone. Like my new ride?, he smirked, pulling off his gloves and riding jacket. As he surveyed his friends he once again felt that feeling of being watched. He was too happy to put much stock in it though. So, what are you guys still staring at me for? It's not like I'm anyone new.
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 4:00 am
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The original idea was to make some bourbon chicken...unfortunately, that idea went up in flames; literally. He had hoped that the chicken bursting into flames was good, and that it was cooking out the alcohol. He was wrong. He had somehow managed to make an interesting, but entirely gross, version of chicken jerky. After some emergency baking (which he still managed to screw up), Flannery's Kia is packed and ready to go. "Yeah, I think we're good to go. Lets head ou-" Josh is interrupted by the resounding beeps of the com link from Starfox. Ah, he does love his ringtones. Digging in his pocket, he fights out his cell phone, and sees that Grace is calling. Fighting the urge to say something about Great Fox (for he's certain the joke would be lost on her), he opens his simple little phone and answers. "Aloha?"
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Posted: Tue May 03, 2011 4:43 am
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 3:18 am
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 6:55 pm
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Posted: Fri May 06, 2011 8:30 pm
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 9:41 pm
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