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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 6:41 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 18, 2014 8:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 8:10 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 11:32 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 22, 2014 11:57 am
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Greedy Fat Cat generated a random number between
0 and 8 ...
1!
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Posted: Mon Jun 23, 2014 10:01 pm
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▹ ▸ ▹ Eureka smiled and slipped off the stool, going to the room to put on an appropriate top. She was already wearing a pair of short boy short-like swimming bottoms. The door was slightly ajar, but nothing could be seen from the angle of the kitchen. She then exited, ruffling her hair. She knew Renardo had examined her with a mid-second glance.
Her attention diverted to Maurice. "Yes. I have only read one though, since they are a bit uncommon on the island. But I think any form of art is interesting! Do you draw? Or are you just going to open up one? We don't really have a book store here. But I know just the spot you could look at," she offered. "We can look at the lot when we get dropped off in the plaza." She was obviously very exuberant about the prospect. She then moved to the closet to grab a board. The closet was full of them.
She decided on a malibu with a bright yellow color, turning to Maurice.
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▹ ▸ ▹ Renardo took it from her hands. He didn't answer Maurice's question, since Eureka had answered it with enough anticipation for the two of them. "I'll be outside when you two are ready," he murmured, taking the board out through the front screen door. Eureka loved things that weren't Tamacun-like. Being on the island for so long, Renardo knew she would only dream of the outside world eventually. She tended to keep anything she could about it, like magazines or post cards. It was why Eureka was so interested in tourists.
Once outside, he rolled his eyes. There wasn't exactly 'empty' buildings on the island for Maurice to house his comic book store. Either it would be a low key house project or Maurice would have to build it himself. Renardo put the surfboard into the bed of his old blue truck. There were certainly not many new cars on the island, hence the age of the thing. The blue paint was pale and slightly faded. But it was reliable and easy to drive. He was reminded of a certain mail man in a jeep on this island, though negated the thought of him, shaking his head. Thinking of him gave him the jives.
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▹ ▸ ▹ Amory shook his head. "Ah, don't say that. I'm just clumsy," he admitted, patting himself down with the napkins she had brought. "And sure. Hopefully this time I won't spill," he said, chuckling.
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▹ ▸ ▹ Lenore found the ever-fussing Cedric. Just her luck. She took in a short inhale before coming out from behind the wall. She made sure to look proper enough, especially because it was Cedric's nature to be sort of obsessive compulsive about those things. Even if Lenore wasn't exactly an employee at this inn, she knew she was excepted to be looking prim. She had met Cedric about a dozen times, he had even come over for dinner a few times, and her mother complained about him about a thousand times.
"Hey, Cedric. I've brought my grandmother's sweets for the kitchen. I'm dropping them off right now. Do you know where my mom is?" She asked. Lenore knew he was stressed, especially with tourist season here. Some local members were around this time, she knew. The inn was no exception, especially because most if not all tourists stayed at the inn.
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 7:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 24, 2014 10:51 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 28, 2014 6:22 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 12:49 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 12:50 am
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Posted: Sun Jun 29, 2014 12:58 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 30, 2014 8:28 pm
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▹ ▸ ▹ Lenore tilted her head. "Of course not, Cedric. That's like, a death sentence," she said, gazing up at him with a coy look. She knew if she wasn't prim and proper, he would absolutely murder her. Her grandmother always made sure that Lenore was in check when visiting Cedric. "And yes, I even categorized all the sweets by type, size, and filling in the boxes. She then moved, motioning towards the kitchens. "I'll get going now. I know how you like me being prompt," she mentioned before waving goodbye to him and headed towards the kitchen.
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[ Yeah, I live in LA though. My brothers live in Chula, so we went to SeaWorld. I'm sunburnt… ]
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