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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 29, 2016 21:57:10 GMT
"AGHH!!" Booker yowled as a fork dug a good two inches into his left arm.
He winced in pain, "Who the hell throws forks at peop-"
Booker noticed Sharlot staring up at him, "I mean...its not polite to throw cutlery. Someone could lose an eye."
"Last thing I need is for Sharlot to tell Vester she learned curse words from me," he thought to himself.
Grabbing a cloth napkin off the table next to him he applied pressure to the wound which had started bleeding while still trying his best to look...cool.
"Umm...how about an E," he added trying to avoid staining his shirt crimson red.
"...who the hell throws a fork?"
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Post by Walltur on Jan 29, 2016 21:58:11 GMT
Ginger didn't notice Walltur sit across from her either, apparently. He frowned as her dismissal of the cake, he thought it had tasted pretty good.
He gave Booker a small smile, some attention from an old friend was always welcome.
Listening to Sharlot's words, he became further confused and a little disturbed by her language. That's kind of sad.
He stood up from his seat, seeing everyone was pretty occupied looking after Sharlot. He grabbed his plate, stacked it on the two trays and returned it to the dish wash return. As he moved towards the exit, he turns back to the gathered group and waves.
"Later."
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Post by Quinn Starling on Jan 29, 2016 22:01:14 GMT
Quinn smiled. "Looks like you've played before! Awesome. And no worries hun, we won't tell your dad. Secret's safe." Quinn pretended to zip her lip.
She whispered to Sharlot, "Tell ya what, since you're such a cool kid, if we ever get back to that silly birthday party idea... I'll get a pinata and you can use my bat to swing at it." She winked at the adorable little girl.
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 29, 2016 22:07:29 GMT
Ginger made an exagerrated frown.
"Oh no, we don't have any C's! That's okay, though."
"You've only lost your head."
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Post by Morgan "Mo" Weber on Jan 29, 2016 22:09:10 GMT
"Oh shi....shoot," he looked over at the small impressionable human sitting at the table and steeled himself to shut the fuck up, "well, this looks...huh. I'm gonna go with an 'O'. Every word's gotta have a vowel, man."
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 29, 2016 22:15:33 GMT
"Frick. Sorry, Booker. You alright? I tossed it man, I didn't think I threw it that hard... I guess being a Beater I don't know my own strengths." She looked at him with a small smile. "Forgive me?"
She was surprised when Walltur stood up. "That guy is huge..." "Sorry, there's a lot of people here. I hope we can catch up later...?"
Turning back to the game, she wrote down the next letter.
"We do have some O's!"
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 29, 2016 23:39:35 GMT
"I think I heard you guess an E, Booker? We've got one of those!"
"Sharlot, got any more guesses?"
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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Jan 30, 2016 19:39:09 GMT
Booker beamed with pride, "That's right! You always start with E. I'm no amateur."
He remembered Sharlot standing next to him, "C would have been my second guess of course..."
"How about an R," he added taking a bite of his hard won slice of cake, "there's always an R."
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 31, 2016 2:52:42 GMT
Ginger grinned. "Cute and smart. Not bad, Booker." She scribbled the next letter down and looked back at Booker.
She used a finger to wipe up a mix of the larger remains of pie filling on the plate. Licking it clean she said, "Or maybe you're just lucky. Got any other ideas?"
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Post by Quinn Starling on Jan 31, 2016 4:51:23 GMT
Quinn had been quiet for a while, wanting to give others a chance at this little game. However, it seemed everyone else was quiet as well, or deep in thought over this word with no clues. She was pretty sure Ginger was trying to flirt with Booker, but what business was it of hers? Booker was probably eating it up, anyway. He always loved attention...
"Hmmm. I'm gonna go with a 'B' and hope the first part is 'broom' something. That should help y'all out a bit, if I'm right about the B."
She stood to dump her tray and patted Sharlot on the head as she left. "See ya around, kiddo. Have fun with your game! I might be back later...we'll see about that pinata." She winked at Sharlot, then turned to the rest of the group. "I'm gonna go see where Walltur's headed off to. See ya around." Quinn headed out, towards the vending machines in the hallway to look for Walltur.
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Post by Morris Botha on Jan 31, 2016 19:40:14 GMT
Walking through the hallway, Morris could hear the chatter of a handful of people. As he passed the open doorway of the cafeteria, he saw a couple of his team members with another team. For some reason they had cake.
Morris walked over and cut a small slice out of the middle of the cake and and retrieved it using a plastic knife and his middle and index finger. As he proceeded to lick the frosting and crumbs off his fingers he noticed that there was a child sitting at the table next to Ginger.
"What's with the kid?"
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Jan 31, 2016 20:32:37 GMT
"This is Sharlot, she's Vester's kid. He's a bit busy so she joined us for a game of Hangman." Ginger nodded a farewell to Quinn.
"We do have a B. Care to join us, man?"
She looked back at Booker who had been quiet for some time. She was glad to see Quinn go. "Talk about a lack of social skills, she's alright with kids but I'm surprised anyone lets her near them." she thought to herself.
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Post by Morris Botha on Jan 31, 2016 20:44:45 GMT
"Aww that's cool kid. Yea I guess an 'M' at this point would make sense? What do you think Sharlot?"
Morris scooped another piece of cake into his mouth as he sat on the end of the table.
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Feb 1, 2016 19:05:06 GMT
"I guess it's pretty obvious that there's an M." Ginger chuckled to herself and hoped the kid would start guessing again. Either she was lost in thought or feeling a bit shy.
After filling in the new letter Ginger looked up at the newcomer. "Ginger. I think we're on the same team, yeah? Name?"
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Post by Morris Botha on Feb 1, 2016 21:09:08 GMT
"uhg, me?!" Morris replied with a mouth full of frosting. He gulped it down as he leisurely looked for a napkin. He licked his lips as he wipe off some frosting as he offered Ginger his out-stretched hand.
"Morris. Yea, I'm on the Red Team. I'll be your seeker. I'm not sure how I feel about being on the 'Red' team. Seems a bit aggressive, maybe not."
Morris returned to his cake. "So what brings you to this whole shindig, outside of some money I mean."
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