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09 December 2008 @ 11:13 am
025 - Old timez  
[I'm sure everyone had at least one big fall in their lifetime. The kind where you step on your shoelace and just fall flat on your face pretty hard, or because you still can't balance on your growing, but still tiny legs. Now, witness how it looks like because when this little guy, around his 8th year, appears on the Plane running, after a few steps he stumbles in his own legs... and falls just as big and hard. It even gives a loud sound as his tiny palms reach the 'floor'.]

Augh...

[He winces, and sits up to examine his bruised hands. Then looks down his dirty and bruised knees, and his fine, but dirty clothes. It shows it wasn't his first fall in this run... and that, that this clothing is not used to just run around in it like a madman. The kid has mud on his face too.]

... U-uuuhhh--- Uwahaaaa!

[And here it comes, the crying. Clear and loud.]


((ooc: yyyyep, experiment time. Juliet gone back being 8 years old...))

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09 December 2008 @ 05:35 pm
Straight as an  
[And welcome Reinette again to the Plane.

She is notably more presentable on this occasion, having regained her own clothing and seemingly styled her hair. She is wearing a riding habit, a warm caramel with skirts less full than most would be accustomed to seeing her in.

She holds a bow in her hand, and this time she is wearing her own leather gloves at protection. These are chocolate, they cannot be mistaken for anyone else's.

In the distance sits two targets, while a basket at her feet holds well over a dozen arrows with a fair mixture of red and blue fetching.

Her attempt to discover just how she is altered continuing, Reinette draws back one of the red arrows, and strikes]
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09 December 2008 @ 11:18 pm
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[There is a demon at the bar—not an altogether unnatural sight. What makes this instance different is that Crowley is wearing a posh-looking bathrobe over pajamas (and the sunglasses, of course), he's got a slight case of bedhead going, and he's sitting at the bar eating a bowl of cereal. To go along with his nutritious breakfast is a half-empty glass of wine and a half-empty bottle on the bar nearby.]

[And if that isn't enough, there's a small, sort of blobby looking thing next to him on the bar that looks to be somehow devouring bits of lettuce. Every once in a while the blob makes a strange chiming sound. Crowley just stares at it for a moment and then continues to eat his cereal.]
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