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Warm Sunday

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"Just a little bit higher, Hyle."

"Here?"  Hyle asked, the strain telling in her voice.

"Up a bit more. Yes !" Sharky strained, twisting himself around.

"I don't know why you are giving instructions," Veronica said, "You cant even see Hyles bush from down there."

Hyle chuckled. 

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Talents Uncovered

'Why does she decide to paint when it is so cold?' Sharky complained sitting in a room in the house of Hyle.

'Keep still!' Hyle called out with a paintbrush in her hand. 'Or you will be a blur in the painting.'

'Keep still when shivering?' Sharky grumbled. He moved his gaze to Veronica sitting beside him. 'Why are you not cold?'

'It is not so cold,' Veronica replied. 'Imagine being warm, sunshine, sauna, campfire, hot soup-'

'Okay, okay' Sharky said. He closed his eyes a moment before opening them again. 'No, still cold,' he said.

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doodling again

(( Little picture I made of Sharky and Hyle . Feel free to makea caption  ;)


Shark and Hyle


Later back is Hyles house, in the Sauna...

(( I did promise Sharky I'd make one there. Again, feel free to make a caption

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Prickly temper

 

Luka stepped out of the lab door and breathed deep the fresher air outside. The lab was not smelling so good. He was beginning to suspect the moisture making mud, perfect for shampoos, or so the Traveller guy had told to him, the mud which smelled of creeper dung, was creeper dung.

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C.O.D. - Chair on Delivery

'I am Luka Fosburgh,' Luka said to the man behind the counter in the New Flagstaff Franklin Rider Officer. 'I was told you have a letter for me but it needs the payment.'

The man behind the counter looked at Luka noticing his slightly wet hair, freshly washed, he thought, looks soft, nice shine. 'Luka... yes...Luka. Something back there. I will fetch it.' He wandered to the storage area for what seemed to Luka like ten minutes but was really two, and returned with something in his hand. 'We need five blue please. The sender forgot to pay.'

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Foot Fools in the Shadows

Veronica and Sharky stood outside the cave looking at the enterance.

'This is it,' Sharky said. 'The home of a huge Sasquatch.'

'The cave looks like a throat,' Veronica said.

'With a huge hand on top of it,' Sharky added. 'See, it even has a thumb.'

'Yes, You are right!' Veronica responded seeing it also.

'A big hand for a big foot,' Sharky chuckled.

'And a big throat,' Veronica added.

'But is it deep?' Sharky said quietly.

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Incident at Picus Ridge - A Special Oddity

T PLUS SIX MINUTES

Sharkdog glanced out from the garage towards the gate of Picus Ridge. Where was she? Surely she must be here soon. He would have joined her, but the Techs there always seem to be suspicious of him. He walked about impatiently and then looked outside again. Something purple was approaching, fast. 'Sharky! Sharky where are you?' he could hear her calling. He walked outside.

Veronica ran up to him, breathing rapidly and covered in something. 'We must go!' she screamed. 'We must go now! Run!'

 

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A Taste of Ancient Greece

'The veranda of the Black Beer Bar,' Sharky told her on the radio, 'is a good place to watch the storm.'

It was. Veronica found Sharky already sitting on the bench on the veranda. They watched the storm, the charge of electricity in the air, the sound of the thunder, the flashes of the lightning.

After the storm, they went into the Black Beer Bar to have some food.

'The Jerky for me please,' Sharky said to Tex behind the counter before turning his head to Veronica and asking "And you? What would you like?'

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The Bowl That Walked

'He called you Missy?' Sharky asked.

'No, messy' Veronica replied. 'He said messy. Me! My corner is tidy unlike the rest of his storeroom.'

'I am sure he likes you paying rent, so he cannot complain too much,' Sharky pointed out.

Veronica was not listening. 'Messy! He is always losing things, not me. Except the hat day...'

'The hat day?' Sharky asked puzzled.

'The day my hat was missing.'

'Which one?'

'The purple one.'

Sharky sighed and decided not to make the obvious comment. 'Did you find it?' he asked.

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Butterfly in my belly

win her over with chloroform

 

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You Maniacs !

Ohhh Noooo !...  

While exploring. Hyle Sharky and Veronica make a terrible discovery...

 

Noo Hans

 

(( Little fun picture for Sharky and V V  ))

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Between A Rock and a Crazy Place

"Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world."

Albert Einstein, Smithsonian, February 1979


Veronica knocked on the door. From inside she could hear loud music but no response to her knock. She knocked again. Nothing. She pushed the door open a little and peered inside. The room was thick with smoke. 'Is anyone there?' she called. Someone was in there. 'Hallo?' she called again louder, 'Anyone there?'

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Kultursammenstødet

Hyle smiled

 

In the distance she could hear the mixed sound of Sharky's motorcycle. The unmistakable symphony of growl, burp and fart.

Hyles day was almost over His day just starting. But over the weeks it had become a little habit that they would join for a supper/breakfast.

 

The conversation was always fun. Surreal, interesting.

Discussions on culture differences. He Being Chota, she being Tech. The fact thier body clocks were so out of synch, they only had time together short.

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Eis, Eis. Maybe...

Costume Contest

 

 

 

'What?' Veronica asked clutching to the shovel. 'It is what?'

Veronica began to feel as if she would melt and her face was going a cherry red. Something was wrong. Very wrong.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Earlier at the Crafter Market...

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Monsters under the bed

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Far from any road

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Beau tavern, New Flagstaff

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A Night off Work (Zombies ate my Neighbours)

Silja hummed happily to herself, she applied some makeup to her face and did 'something' to her hair. What you can do to titivate dreadlocks is a perverse science and best left to... well, people like Silja.

But, it was saturday and the first saturday in a long time that Joe and Kirsten had  allowed Silja time of from nannying thier daughter Anneka. 

"So, off down to Hope then ! " Silja clambered into her car and roared off down the street. First stop, The vaults, pick up a little spending money. It was there she noticed her 'besterestest friend' Tuki.

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Coming face to face with the devil - part 5

DeStefano overheard Hyle’s comment and slowly turned his head in her direction.
“The dude in black?” The man with the tomahawk asked.
“Uh huh.”
DeStefano nodded his head to Hyle, but all that gained was her eyes to turn even colder.
Strelok noticed the change in Hyle, and glanced over his shoulder, looking in DeStefano’s direction. He then leaned close to Reavy, whispering.

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Coming face to face with the devil - part 4

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The music inside the bar was too loud too reveal the sound of squeaking leather, but when a man with a blue tomahawk hairstyle, called out “Hey Reavy.” DeStefano stiffened with fear.

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Turning Kiako Kuh-Razy

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Veronica turned in her seat in the bar in New Flagstaff and looked at the strange Chota man sitting against the wall. 'Circus?' she asked. 'I have heard of the circus? Ag-er-roo-bats... clowns! Is there one in the town?'

'It gone Om,' replied the strange man. Veronica looked disappointed 'Oh.'

'Om further up the road Miss,' the strange man added.

'I wonder how Betsy the Bungie Jumping Cow is doing,' wondered Kiako from where he sat opposite Veronica sipping tea on another chair.

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Ponderances of Alicia (Entry 30)

((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  Feel free to comment, I welcome them.)) 

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Ponderances of Alicia (Entry 29)

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((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  Feel free to comment, I welcome them.)) 

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Ponderances of Alicia (Entry 28)

((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.  If you have any questions or comments about it, please send me a private missive, I welcome them.))

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Ponderances of Alicia (entry 27)

((Greetings and salutations! My toon is Alicia Trabeal and this is her handwritten IC journal.  That said, you are reading it OOC; unless it is found IC and I have expressly directed you here.)) 

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Paper crane

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*writing is not so pretty curves*

Dear Diary,

Head hurts a bit. Woke up on the roof in something that passes for a city these days. Body still intoxicated on Agr's juniper brandy.

An old convo surfaces in my mind:

Cross: thousands of years with alcohol and humans still didn't make up anything  to prevent the headache after drinking.

Dr. Dorado: thousands of years and people still can't learn when is the right time to stop drinking.

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Broken Leg, Broken Kid

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((this is my first post for Jax soo...be kind would ya.))

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Aerinn's Journal - Entry Six - Unmasked

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We all wear masks.  From the moment we wake to the moment we sleep, we present an altered version of ourselves to the world around us, hiding what we feel and think as naturally as fish swim.  It’s not something we’re consciously aware of, at least not usually, and we often don’t get a say in what the mask is before the subconscious mind presents it for public viewing.  I’ve worn more masks than most, of course.  Layer upon layer, many of which I use on purpose… you could strip away my masks for weeks and not see me for who I am.  Unless you happen to be Deuce Sinclair.  Possibly one other.

Fever Dreams

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 ((This is all OOC unless you were at Hope Springs the night this happened, or if you heard IC'ly on clan radio))


Shemei walks back into the Black Beer Bar, trailing after Anahata.  Big and she have just patched up the leg wound Ana  got from Luvana.  Earlier Luv had been totally out of control lashing out at everyone and anyone, now she sits at the bar with Sharkdog, drinking, cutting up and playing with that skull.

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