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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 20, 2004 11:58:15 GMT -5
*giggles nervously and ducks from flaming objects* Okay, okay, I'm sorry, but I forgot the 3 Broomsticks. All's well, please don't hit me, I'm Italian. Me, not Zack. I dont know what he is... mutt, maybe? Russian? Dunno, don't care, very much afraid. Drink butterbeer, take sips, listen to the jukebox (One Toke Over the Line), and hangout. Meet our bartender, Madam Rosmerta. BOB campaign officially done for today.
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 14:18:35 GMT -5
(Treat this thread as if nothing had happened in the last one, all right? People are still drinking, laughing, talking, eating, etc. as per usual. No psychoticness, I swear it.)
So, Tonks, how's life treating you? Should I watch my back because you're planning to tar and feather me? Tell me, I'm dying here. Rosmerta? Can I please have another firewhisky? I'd be eternally grateful...
*flashes a charming smile to Madam Rosmerta before turning in the swivel stool back to Tonks who's engrossed in her butterbeer*
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Post by Nymphadora Tonks on Mar 21, 2004 14:34:53 GMT -5
nothin but are u ok every where else i see u u steem to be talkin to ur self and to me i here like six diffrent answers
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Post by Jeffrey on Mar 21, 2004 14:46:44 GMT -5
(That's officially not happening in the open section of the board. It hasn't happened.)
Well... um... 6? Must be a bad headache draught or something
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Post by Jeffrey on Apr 25, 2004 11:55:13 GMT -5
*looks around the room with a confused look on his face* Is there any particular reason this place is so bloody DEAD? Am I the only schmuck still here and my eyes are sending my brain warped signals of a comfortably filled room? What is wrong with you people?
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 26, 2004 21:28:51 GMT -5
"So sorry deary, this place has been dead for quite sometime what with the war still going on and everything." She finished scrubbing a table and sat across from him. "How have you been?"
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 28, 2004 10:47:26 GMT -5
"Which is where I should be," Zack muttered and sighed. "Well, good on those proud, young soldiers. They're out doing something with their lives. Unlike me."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 16:58:58 GMT -5
"Oh don't say that I'm sure you're doing your best."
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 17:05:59 GMT -5
"But you know that sad old comment... I wish I could do more. And the more you wish, it doesn't come true. Until one day, you've got too much shit to deal with and fall apart at the seams."
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Post by Vivian Astley on Nov 29, 2004 17:20:39 GMT -5
*As sneakily as she could she pulled out her wand and cast a cheering charm on him.*
"Well, life apparently has been dealing you a shity hand lately."
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Post by Jeffrey on Nov 29, 2004 17:37:43 GMT -5
Zack let out a bark of laughter. And another. And another. Soon he had fallen off the barstool and was rolling around on the tiled floor of The Three Broomsticks.
"Shitty... SHITTY HAND? OH MY... FUCKING... GAWD!!! Do you REALIZE how fucking FUNNY that sounds right now!?"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 1, 2004 14:18:24 GMT -5
*She sighed. At least he wasn't depressed anymore.*
"i'm sure it is"
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 1, 2004 18:39:51 GMT -5
"It IS and I don't know WHY! Jesus Tap Dancing Christ! You'd think I was going INSANE, wouldn't you? Well you're fucking WRONG! I'm NOT insane, I'm not, I'm NOT!!!"
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Post by Vivian Astley on Dec 2, 2004 16:11:51 GMT -5
"Never said you were."
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Post by Jeffrey on Dec 2, 2004 16:20:30 GMT -5
"I'M GOING IN-FUCKING-SANE!!!"
He laughs and laughs and laughs...
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