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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 7:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 8:40 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 12:26 pm
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Posted: Thu Dec 03, 2009 6:52 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 1:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 07, 2009 12:21 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 6:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 6:29 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 7:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Dec 08, 2009 7:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Dec 26, 2009 3:44 pm
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-ProcrastinatingSpazz- Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jan 02, 2010 7:54 pm
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Well, that trip had been sort of a bust. It'd been neat and all, seeing a different race and learning how they functioned. She rather disliked their form of greeting though. She wouldn't be surprised if her butt was bruised from the tail lashing. Stupid lizards. She let out a sigh as she made her way into the courtyard, blue eyes glancing around before she settled herself down upon a bench. She'd dropped her things off in her room, but had quickly grown restless again. She'd just spent five hours riding back to Ria in a tin can. A fancy tin can, but a tin can nonetheless. It made her nervous and she hated it. So she couldn't very well coop herself up in a room again right after.
She was bundled up, sort of. She had a hoodie on again, with a light jacket over top, her legs snug inside a pair of fitted jeans. Her feet were set upon the ground, in a pair of converse, toes pointed in. She wore no gloves, but her hands were warm inside her pockets, and a pair of headphones settled over her ears to act as earmuffs, her hair left down to protect her neck. She disliked the feel of a scarf. It reminded her of a collar, and she had a certain tick about being treated anyway similar to an animal.
She huffed out another sigh, watching her breath form in a cloud against the chilly air, one foot lightly tapping to the tune playing through her ears. At the moment, she simply had her human ones, and her tail was nowhere to be seen. She preferred it that way, giving her the ability to feel normal, at least for a little while. Though, she also felt lonely, and sat with her head bowed and shoulders lightly slouched. She'd gotten a good meal out of that trip, something her body showed signs of needing, but she hadn't had any company. Well, unless you counted a lizard that followed her around asking questions and calling her "scaleless one". That wasn't the sort of company she'd wanted.
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Posted: Tue Aug 16, 2011 9:35 am
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Fully grown men would have run from the sight that laid before them, untamed and tangled and overgrown as it was, but a diminutive young woman stood herself before the gardens that were supposedly snug but in reality overflowing from their bed and over the walkways of the courtyard. The snaggled-toothed vines with their pricklies were a formidable foe, but the woman wore gardening gloves! In one hand, she wielded a steely spade, sure to help unroot whatever came her way! In the other she held one handle of a fierce-looking gardening clipper. Her stance was proud, head held high, and her confidence unshakable. Her green eyes shone brilliantly as she gazed a thousand-yard stare at... something, and continued to stand in front of this gardening catastrophe with the attitude of someone who had already won against it.
Alas.
Fortunately, after some unidentifiable amount of time had passed and the sun had risen that much higher in the sky, the young woman and all of her pent up energy sent to ripping the thorny overgrowth to shreds via one mean or another. She dug out roots just as much as she chopped away vines, continuing at her work with a ferocious tenacity. One would wager that her meditative 'Winning' stance had something to do with how she was able to quickly cut and dispose of only the bad that needed to be rid of and properly dispose of it in the soon-bulging trashbag that laid near her. Eventually, room was scarce, and the girl settled for throwing the green bits over one shoulder as she worked and shoving the messy dirt-covered bits deeper into the straining plastic that held the corpses of her enemies.
She continued on and on, progress appearing from her efforts and dirt smudges growing on either side of her face as she swatted away bugs, doubts, and sweatbeads that crowded over her. The young woman's passion for her work was unmistakable, as was her pride for it. She worked and worked and worked and worked, pouring all her blood, sweat and tears into turning around the state of this neglected garden. With the sudden exclamation of an "OW!" that set the birds in nearby trees aflight, the blood part of that truly became apparent.
Ah, a day in the life of the gardener.
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