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Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 9, 2010 18:02:58 GMT -5
I sighed. Okay, Summer. Calm down. I forced a smile. "Sure.''
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Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 9, 2010 18:04:08 GMT -5
Tillie rolls her eyes yet again, then tugs a rope from her pocket, her fingers already working knots into it.
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Post by Alec Matthews on Nov 9, 2010 18:05:00 GMT -5
He grabbed one of his other cups as it filled itself with liquid too "Here," he handed it towards her "try relaxing while drinking, it helps with stress,"
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Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 9, 2010 18:05:32 GMT -5
I let out a strangled laugh. "Ya don't say."
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Post by Alec Matthews on Nov 9, 2010 18:07:53 GMT -5
"yeah I should know, I traded grape juice with wine once, my old teacher was an alchoholic, who knew? So it didn't work out well... but im sure this is probably the first fresh wine you ever tasted," he held up his cup as if it was something gloryious
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Post by Dawn Summers on Nov 9, 2010 18:11:41 GMT -5
Dawn slips out of the Apollo cabin, just in time to hear the word 'wine'. "Teenage alcoholic, huh?" she says softly.
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Post by Alec Matthews on Nov 9, 2010 18:13:00 GMT -5
"no," he sounded offended but looked amused. His eyes shone like it was the happiest day of his life, like they always did after some very good grapes and a calm day
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Post by Dawn Summers on Nov 9, 2010 18:14:01 GMT -5
"Then what's with the love of wine?" Dawn says, dropping to the ground as her dog bounds up.
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Post by Summer Anderson on Nov 9, 2010 18:15:45 GMT -5
I sighed and gave the cup to Dawn. "I'm out of here." I walked to my cabin, slamming the door shut after me.
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Post by Alec Matthews on Nov 9, 2010 18:16:51 GMT -5
He looked up "This my friend is fine art," he gestured towards the cup "DaVinci couldn't even possibly make this, and Britteny Spears cant even sing a song that makes people as happy as this fine art," his voice was calm, he couldn't get high off of anything.
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Post by Dawn Summers on Nov 9, 2010 18:18:53 GMT -5
"Spears?" she groans, setting the cup on the ground beside her. "You've got to be kidding me. U2 all the way."
Tillie groans and walks off toward the Hephaestus cabin.
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Post by Alec Matthews on Nov 9, 2010 18:19:55 GMT -5
"What were did you get spears?"
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Post by Dawn Summers on Nov 9, 2010 18:26:54 GMT -5
"As in Brittney?" she replies.
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Post by Alec Matthews on Nov 9, 2010 18:30:37 GMT -5
"Ohhh, ok so what about BritSpear"
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Post by Dawn Summers on Nov 9, 2010 18:31:44 GMT -5
She rolls her eyes. "You can't honestly say you think she has good music."
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Post by Alec Matthews on Nov 9, 2010 18:33:02 GMT -5
"No she sucks, but she was the first person I thought of when it comes to bald music,"
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Post by Dawn Summers on Nov 9, 2010 18:34:08 GMT -5
"Good. There's so much better music in the world."
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Post by Alec Matthews on Nov 9, 2010 18:40:52 GMT -5
"No not really, I can't think of a song right now, unless its a good party song..." he looked at the sky
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Post by Tillie Antaie on Nov 9, 2010 19:53:49 GMT -5
"Owl City-- On the wing." Dawn sings a quick line from the song.
"I am floating away lost in a silent ballet
I'm dreaming you're out in the blue and I am right beside you."
Her eyebrows raise, shocked to hear her voice sounding anything like normal. Even with her throat raspy and raw, her speaking voice horribly scratchy, when she sings it's like she was never sick. That's what being a Daughter of Apollo get's ya. she thinks.
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Post by Alec Matthews on Nov 10, 2010 6:00:27 GMT -5
"You don't sound sick," he says putting down his cup
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