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Post by Jane Porter on Mar 7, 2009 20:40:07 GMT -5
((I think it's nice to start rping hmmm))
Oh pish posh yes she knew it was a lodge to stay in,but Jane wasn't here for a room she was after something more then that.It was a place where she could sit among the animals and actually believe she was in Africa,the zebras and the other animals.Sitting down near one of the trees she began to sketch away in her book,drawing one of the zebras that had begun to graze near her.Leaving the page for just a momment to glance up she saw the animal starting to wander off,quickly standing she walked after it still sketching away but also watching where she was going.
"Oh come now,just stay still I really do not like chasing my models".
Again she looked down to her sketch book,but didn't look up in time to see a rock and went sprawling foreward spooking the poor thing as it ran off.Her book fell a few feet away and so did her pencil,looking behind her she saw her dress had ripped.Well that was just great,you try to draw something and then your mind goes elsewhere and look what happens you fall.
"Oh lovely,yes just lovely.........UGH".
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Mar 7, 2009 22:19:58 GMT -5
This certainly wouldn't do. How on earth did he end up here? Surely, he wasn't lost?
As the Hatter worked his was across the savanna, he made sure to lift his feet higher that necessary, trying to avoid stepping in any of the animals' leavings. He should have stayed on the road instead of taking this silly shotcut. Now he would be late for tea!
Ah, tea. He needed his sweet caffeine. Without much thought, the Hatter took off his large trademark hat, finding a fresh pot of tea. Quite convenient. Now where did he put those cups? He could not find one in his inner pocket, nor under his shoes, but when he peeked up his left sleeve, he saw one of his well-hidden teacups. He shook his arm, and the cup tumbled out and landed safely in his right hand.
”Happy unbirthday, Mister Mad.” he snickered at himself while pouring steaming hot tea into the tiny cup.
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Post by Jane Porter on Mar 7, 2009 22:35:09 GMT -5
Picking herself up off the ground she dusted herself off,and fixed her hair.At least she had landed on the ground and not in anything disgusting,mumbling something to herself she went and picked up her sketchbook making sure none of the pictures we're ruined or ripped.Now honestly who would even think of putting a rock there,when she made sure everything was in tip top shape she continued on her way off to find that zebra or another one.Her drawing had almost been complete,and one little slip up made the animal dash off as if a lion we're attacking or something how absurd.
As she continued her little hike through the savanna of the hotel grounds,her ears caught someone talking or rather a voice.There was not suppose to be anyone else down here,perhaps it was someone who had gotten lost and needed to find they're way back to the entrance.She followed in a direction where she had heard the voice and saw it was indeed someone,having tea......a little odd and quite a unusal place to have a cup of tea but to each they're own.
"Um excuse me,er pardon me but are you lost".
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Mar 7, 2009 22:57:28 GMT -5
Hatter had nearly dropped his tea in pure surprise, but managed to safe his precious liquid. His mouth fell open, showing off his bucked teeth. Then, as he realized this, he pulled his expression together and smiled and the stranger.
"I couldn't possibly be lost, miss. You see, nobody has had be, so nobody can loose me. I, however, seem to have lost my sense of direction." he said, then stopped to take a sip of his tea. He then stretched his arm, reaching the teapot towards the lady. ”Tea?” What was she thinking, running around in... In... Wherever they were, without a single cup of tea? That certainly wasn't the way of a lady.
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Post by Jane Porter on Mar 11, 2009 13:58:28 GMT -5
Jane shook her head a little confused,this man was either talking in riddles or gibberish she just couldn't understand.And how could one easily get lost in here,this was just a replica of the african savanna even though it felt quite real.Not that she was going to say it wasn't real,it certainly gave off that aura of Africa.It was why she loved to draw the animals,call her a hopeless lover of drawing and being so excited by these kind of things but it was just such a passion for her.When he offered her some tea,she was certain this man had lost his mind but it was best not to disappoint him or refuse his offer.
"Sure why not,a cup of tea in the jungle would be quite lovely".
((ugh that was short,writer's block))
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Post by The Mad Hatter on Mar 15, 2009 18:29:21 GMT -5
"Lovely! Now let me just... Uh..." The Hatter looked around, clearly lacking somewhere to put his cup. Unable to find anything better, he simply lifted his leg as if he were to take a giant step, and placed his steaming hot cup of tea there. Now where did he put that spare cup? "One moment, miss." he said, lifting his free finger at her, trying to balance on one leg only. He hoised yet another teacup from inside his vest, poured some tea in it and handed it to the strange lady. "Sugar?" He smiled at her.
”Now, what is a lady like yourself doing at a place like this?” he then asked and shoved the teapot back under his hat with an awkard movement, leaving his left hand free to take a sip of his own tea.
(You're still writing more then me XD)
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