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ATF RPG
Mar 18, 2005 13:15:58 GMT -5
Post by LadyTass2001 on Mar 18, 2005 13:15:58 GMT -5
Marshall Tass woke up earlier than usual, getting out of bed she headed for the closet to find her outfit for the day. Finding the one she wanted she put it on then grabbing her star and shining it on her shirt as she sat down to put on her boots. Walking out into the street,she noticed JabberWocky wandering around outside-"JW what are you doing out here this time of the morning boy?" she asked as she passed by stopping to check and make sure he hadn't gotten himself into any trouble. Off in the distance She could see the sun starting to come up over the Mountains,Yep it was going to be a long hot dusty day in All Things fiction. The kind of day that makes you wish you could be a kid again and just go to the local pond to take a swim. Walking on through she saw the Town Crier getting himself set up in the town square, getting ready to tell the "world" the news of the day, while across the street Thena was getting into her shop starting to set up her painting supplies,shaking her head as she entered the Marshall's office she sat down at her desk put her feet up on the desk and waited for the first ruckus to start,sometimes it could get really wild but other times she wondered if she deserved to get paid.
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ATF RPG
Mar 18, 2005 23:41:55 GMT -5
Post by Thena on Mar 18, 2005 23:41:55 GMT -5
Unlocking the door to my shop i turned and wave to the sheriff and go about fighting the lock in the door. Thinking to my self well would not have to worrie about anyone breaking in this old place. as the door opens the room was dark. i turned to turn on the lights and get stated for the day.
setting up my paints and canvis i see that jabberwocky is out side my shop window looking in with wondering eyes. Come on in JW.
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ATF RPG
Mar 18, 2005 23:46:37 GMT -5
Post by SgtK on Mar 18, 2005 23:46:37 GMT -5
putting the fishing poles in the back of my old Jimmy and the tackle box up front with me ( so marshall Tass doesn't steal my secret bait ) I take a big pull out of my "coffee" cup and fire up the ol' 400 short block with the over sized cam and let her warm up, ignoring the nasty neighbor's complaint to the east. Hey what luck the Saloon is enroute to my fishing hole. As I traveled down the street I see markus cleaning his MP-5 on the porch and yelled out the window "Hey markus ya learned how to shoot straight yet" as I sped down the road laughing to myself over our secret joke.
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