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Post by Cytherea on Sept 27, 2014 9:36:21 GMT -8
Shawlin
Shawlin quietly studied Mr. Jras and tried to sketch his character. He seemed like a strong family leader with bright thoughts, intelligent words, and-
Mandi asked, "How was your day, Father?"
"It was long and full of complex life problems and stupid irrelevant questions. How was your day, Bramanda?"
And a very nice dictionary, he decided. Mandi flushed at her father's words and told him in few words how her day was.
"Have you met our guest, dear?" Mrs. Jras inquired of her husband.
"Good evening, young man. My name is Michael Jras." his eyes seemed to pierce Shawlin. His words were polite, but whether or not they were given out of necessity or just the want to be friendly was unclear to him. It seemed to him that Mr. Jras would not appreciate small talk, so he endeavored to ignore his initial response.
"Shawlin Hynour." he nodded his head politely, showing the proper respect.
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Post by Zinna on Sept 27, 2014 15:16:13 GMT -8
Mandi
"Shawlin Hynour."
Mr. Jras nodded his head, "A sensible name, indeed, yours is. What is your profession, Mr. Hynour?"
Mandi opened her eyes wide. How could her father use an inverted sentence? He only did that if he knew the person extremely well and then only as a joke against English grammar. She glanced at her mother. Mrs. Jras stared just as shocked as Mandi at Mr. Jras. Mandi smiled slightly as she ate another dainty bite of potato and chicken. The potatoes melted in her mouth and the chicken was warm and moist. |
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Post by Anwen on Sept 28, 2014 14:37:48 GMT -8
Angie smiled impishly, looking Jon straight in the eye. Keeping eye contact as much as possible she flipped backward to bounce off of the fallen weight equipment then springing off the wall to land on her hands on Jon's shoulders for a split-second before she pretended to sit on his shoulder "I am your shoulder angel." She pronounced before landing behind him and kicking his feet out from under him.
"Though, maybe angel isn't the best word."
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Post by Brock on Oct 2, 2014 23:06:08 GMT -8
"Oof" Was all Jon could say as he got the air knocked out of him. Rolling up and out of the way of Angie to make sure to avoid any sudden attacks from her. 'She has me beat and she could knock me out at any second.' Jon thought as his mind raced to find a way to win. 'Unless I can do something extremely unpredictable and knock her out first, which I doubt I can do. But it's worth a try.' He looked her straight in the eye hoping to give her a different idea of what he would do next. Then he jumped and did a front flip attempting to grab her and bring her down but all that he grabbed was air. She had ducked, sidestepped, and swung a full on punch at his face getting him right in the nose which also threw off his front flip and sent him crashing to the floor with a bloody nose. "I give up! I give up!" He cried out to escape her next attack. "Ouch! You hit hard."
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Post by Anwen on Oct 12, 2014 17:27:22 GMT -8
"Of course! Growing up with just brothers does that." Angie replied as she offered him a hand up. "We're prepared for this kind of thing anyway. There's a freezer over there that has ice packs for all you guys's injuries." She looked Jon up and down. "And I don't think you want to drip blood all over the antique guitars."
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Post by Brock on Oct 12, 2014 22:21:59 GMT -8
Taking a look at himself Jon said, "No, I wouldn't want to do that. Wait, did you say antique guitars?" Rushing over to the sink he cleaned up his face and hands, brushed his hair, and ran right past the freezer as he was heading back to the group.
"No ice pack?" Benjamin asked, "With a blow like that I'm surprised you're not crying."
"Who, Me? I don't cry. And that blow wasn't too bad. I just didn't want to loose my control and go all brezerk on Angie. I could have hurt her bad."
"Sure you could have." Benjamin replied not convinced. "So, I believe, Angie, you said what sounded to me like an invitation to see some antique guitars, am I correct?"
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Post by Brock on Oct 18, 2014 19:26:01 GMT -8
The five of them walked through the house and entered a large room with a wood fire place, a grand piano, some brass instruments, and in a dedicated corner were the guitars. As soon as Ben and Jon laid eyes on them they ran over to them pushing and shoving and pulling each other to somehow get to the guitars faster. When they finally got to the guitars they stood in awe, mesmerized by their color and beauty. There were all types both famous, well known ones and ones that weren't well known. There were Gibsons, Yamahas, fenders, BCs, and the newest Grinder guitars which had a very interesting design.
After an hour of talking, comparing, playing, and battling of who had the best finger styles Jon said, "Well, it's getting late. Ben and I should be heading home now. We've had a great time hanging out with you guys and hopefully we'll be able to hang out some more. " Chris, Matthias, and Angie walked them to the doors and saw them off.
"Well, this was an exiting day." Ben commented as they walked home. "I wonder what tomorrow brings."
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