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Post by Pan on Feb 17, 2009 15:04:13 GMT -5
On a hill made of mud and ice, in the middle of an irradiated lake, sit a ramshackle shack. The building leans slightly to the left. The only way to get to this parodies of technology is to cross the old rope bridge. There are peaces of wood missing from the bridge because of how old it is. There is no snow near the lake or the house strangely enough.
Scruffy sits out side the shack tinkering with some small object, a large top hat a pone her head. Her one eye staring intently at the object while her thin hands skillfully move around it. Scruffy like to sit out side her home when she is working, the lake gives off a good amount of light.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 20, 2009 18:12:39 GMT -5
A few hours after the dim sun sets, the shaky rope bridge begins to sway in a telltale manner. The tiny black and white figure makes her way casually across the rotting wooden panels. Her usual monotonous outfit has been added to for the time being, a bright purple fedora sits jauntily on her head. "What'ss for tradess today, Sscruffss?"
Mireta's low voice hisses the greeting as she reaches the end of the bridge.
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Post by Pan on Feb 22, 2009 14:24:26 GMT -5
Scruffy's one eyes looks up to Mireta as she closes the top of the item she is working on. She stand up and stretches as every bone in the body cracks. She opens her mouth and speaks in her rough voice. "Before I tell you what I am working on I need my payment." She say as she eye, seeing as she only has one, the hat.
The item in question that she is holding is a rectangle like object, made of what looks like a plastic. There are two metal prongs sticking out of the top and a muddy black button at the top.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 22, 2009 22:55:58 GMT -5
Mireta tips her head down, and the violet cloth confection slides off into her hands. "But of coursse," she replies smoothly, holding the hat out.
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Post by Pan on Feb 23, 2009 0:52:45 GMT -5
Scruffy takes the jesters hat off of her head and places the new hat on. "this will do quite nicely." she say walking to the door. "Come on in girlly, I think i have something of interest for you." She opens the roten old door of her hose as she step into the filthy place.
The room is cover in dirt paper and random objects that Scruffy makes. She walk over to her lopsided table and picks up an object similar to the one in her hand. "You remember spark plug right?" She ask turning her pink eye on Mireta.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 23, 2009 0:54:22 GMT -5
Mireta nods jerkily. "Of coursse I do. It sshockss people. Viccioussly." She smirks at the thought.
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Post by Pan on Feb 23, 2009 1:06:12 GMT -5
Scruffy holds out her green hand to her with a spark plug look a like in it. "I made another one. Thought you might like it. Seeing as you too don't get along with smooth skins."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 23, 2009 1:08:54 GMT -5
Her eyes widen appreciatively. "Sso many thankss, Sscruffss." She takes it gently. "Thiss iss much apprecciated." She bow her head in thanks.
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Post by Pan on Feb 23, 2009 12:50:59 GMT -5
Scruffy nondes her head and terns away from her. Then she terns back to her. "Well there is one more thing I have to ask of you." She walks over to her old wardrobe and opens it. She takes out an old dusty trench coaght. "I need to go to town and pic up a few things. Can you come with me?"
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 23, 2009 12:54:41 GMT -5
Mireta nods. "Why not? It'ss not ass though I have much better to do..."
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Post by Pan on Feb 23, 2009 16:00:16 GMT -5
Scruffy nodes her head in thanks. "Just let me get dressed for the trip." She puts on the dirty old coat and pull out a long brimed hat and places it on her head. "all right Mireta lets go."
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 23, 2009 21:10:54 GMT -5
Mireta moves in her usual slithering walk across the rickety rope bridge calmly, and when she reaches the other end, she begins to lead into town.
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Post by Pan on Feb 24, 2009 15:14:31 GMT -5
Scruffy fiddles with something in her coat as she fallows Mireta. "I can't remember the last time i went into town." She say looking to the cloudy sky.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Mar 4, 2009 12:24:56 GMT -5
The corners of Mireta's lips upturn in their slightly sardonic manner. "Lucky..."
((Continuing in town?))
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