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fandomhighdorms2008-05-15 11:44 pm
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Cygnus Campfire, Late Thursday Night
An open fire. Alice had started it herself, and was feeding it sticks and branches as it grew into a moderate size. She felt a small thrill of vindication at that; she would not let something as simple as a campfire defeat her. It was controlled. It was safe. She was even considering roasting marshmallows over it.
She was calm, or relatively so, and would welcome company.
(OOC: very open, as campfires go.)
She was calm, or relatively so, and would welcome company.
(OOC: very open, as campfires go.)

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It was entirely possible that he smoked more than he actually realized.
"This should be easy, yo. Piece of cake, or whatever."
See? Easy. He would quit, and that would be that. Maybe he should pull out a quick cigarette to celebrate this decision with.
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"This is gonna suck," he informed Jamie.
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The smacking duplicate was entirely batshit.
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"Figured as much, yo. I'll grab a pack of gum tomorrow or whatever. See how that goes. If I need to get smacked upside the head after that, I'll let you know, zoto."
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Reno smirked. It was actually pretty tempting.
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He was only half-joking. Maybe if people had to pay royalties, he could make them pay in smokes.
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Dammit!