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Post by Ginger Leigh on Feb 1, 2016 22:02:51 GMT
Ginger couldn't help but smile at Morris' clumsiness. "Red isn't so bad. Sure, it's aggressive. But then it is a game," she said as she picked up her bat and let it fall heavily into her other palm, "And someone has to come out on top. Competition is aggressive by nature, and we're here to test it out, right? We may as well give it our best shot. At least our team has a good color for it."
She grinned again and settled back in her chair waiting for anyone else to guess a letter even though she thought it could have been guessed by now. "Speaking of the team, I wonder why the other boys have gone so quiet..?" Her voice trailed off as she looked around the room.
"Oh! I guess to answer your question, I didn't really have anything better to do. And money is nice. You?"
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Post by Morris Botha on Feb 2, 2016 4:31:01 GMT
"True, true, there are worse colors. I just think we need something a little more subtle. Like Coral or Mauve." Morris stared at his empty plate contemplating something.
After a moment he recollected himself, "Sorry, I'm probably just talkin' out my ass. Money is nice, and testing out games is something to do. Also I'm pretty good at this game in particular so I figured why not. Not much else going on around here."
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Post by Cameron "Booker" on Feb 4, 2016 3:36:56 GMT
"So did anyone solve the puzzle," Booker asked sliding himself on the cafeteria table bench.
Booker grinned, "or do I still have time to grab that glory for myself?"
"Is there an A?" he inquired grabbing a piece of pie crust from Ginger's plate.
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Feb 4, 2016 16:24:13 GMT
"Is there an 'A'? C'mon, Booker. I'm sure you can guess it by now." Ginger said, smiling a bit as he stole more off the plate. "But then, maybe you just want a reason to keep the game going."
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Post by Quinn Starling on Feb 4, 2016 18:40:11 GMT
(Taking place after Charlie had awoken and went to get ready for the match...timey wimey.)
Quinn wandered into the cafeteria with a yawn. Making sure your friends aren't concussed and/or dead was a tiring job. She needed something to give her a boost before the big match. She poured herself a cup of lukewarm instant coffee, frowned at the fact that there was no alcoholic Irish cream to go with it, and wandered over to Ginger and Booker.
She leaned over top of them, looking at the hangman puzzle from the day before. "Aw, still haven't solved it yet, ya Booger?" She gave Booker a light punch on the shoulder and sipped on her coffee. This is shit.
She looked at Ginger. "Oh. Um. Hope I wasn't interrupting anything...but...Broomhandle?" She shrugged and smiled at the two of them. Could be wrong, but worth a shot.
"Booker, I'll see ya in the locker rooms. Make sure you talk to Wally about those shirt designs and all that shit." She began to walk away, but turned to Ginger. "See ya out there, Punk. Good luck or whatever." Quinn returned to her room, then made her way to the locker rooms to get ready.
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Post by Ginger Leigh on Feb 4, 2016 20:25:39 GMT
Her back stiffened as Quinn walked into the room. "Maybe she'll just leave us alone." she thought just before Quinn turned and approached.
"Great."
Ginger forced a smile and attempted to stop her eyes from rolling only partially succeeding, "You got it. I suppose anyone could by now, may as well be you."
She leaned back in her chair clasping her hands behind her head and stretching on the uncomfortable cafeteria chairs. "Well, looks like the game is over, and Sharlot won't lose her head after all." As Quinn left she added, "Yeah... good luck."
She gave Booker a gentle poke with her foot.
"So, what brought you here, Books?"
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