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Post by peem on Oct 18, 2006 18:14:14 GMT -5
Mrs. Hendry laughed. "And ach...me and my bairns are just poor scots!" She smiled good naturedly and sat down with the food, nodding. "...tomorra is Blaize's birthday, actually."
Peem smirked. "Indeed, it is!"
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Oct 18, 2006 18:15:45 GMT -5
Blaize flushed a bit and shook his head, "You mean you haven't forgotten about that yet?" Grumbling a bit, he got himself some food. But he was grinning. He couldn't help it. He was looking forward to tomorrow.
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Post by Dodger Samuels on Oct 18, 2006 18:37:09 GMT -5
Dodger started to laugh, "Dont ya know, mate. Brithday's are the best excuse for cakes." Grinning from ear to ear Dodger could do nothing more then chuckle.
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Post by peem on Oct 18, 2006 18:39:42 GMT -5
Peem smiled. "I'm so glad you're one of use, Sam." He laughed. "The crew is...expanding...but a fun one!" He pat Dodger on the back, smirking.
"And birthdays are the best way to celebrate that!"
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Post by smokes on Oct 25, 2006 21:37:00 GMT -5
((new day))
Smokes knocked lightly on the door to the apartment, not really feeling right about just walking in. When there was no answer she just decided to push the door open. She looked around the small apartment. No one seemed to be home. She sighed a sigh of relief. She didn't have much time to stay and someone might've wanted to talk if they had seen her.
Smokes reached into her pocket and carefully pulled out snow globe. Inside was the scene around Big Ben and the clock itself, along with the word 'London' at the base. She didn't know where he was from, but she knew he was British and just assumed her was from London. She had used some of the money she had taken earlier and used it to buy the small gift.
She put a piece of paper under it with her name signed and placed it where Blaize would be able to find it, before leaving.
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Post by Blaize Ackman on Oct 30, 2006 4:18:02 GMT -5
Find it he did. Gently pulling the paper out from under it, Blaize grinned to himself, silently thanking the thoughtful girl before sitton the edge of the couch, holding the snow globe between his hands, thumbs softly rubbing agains the glass. It was a very insightful gift, even though she had no idea out of all the places he had lived, he had probably enjoyed London the best.
"Thanks, Smokes." He murmurred softly, giving it a little shake and watching the snow fall. It didn't quite make him as homesick as he thought if would, and why should it? He was sitting in his home, right now.
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