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Post by areada on Oct 10, 2005 19:57:27 GMT -5
its a flat space but it won't be for long
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Post by Spring on Oct 10, 2005 20:55:13 GMT -5
Spring dropped a brick on his foot, and started screaming in pain.
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Post by areada on Oct 11, 2005 10:12:50 GMT -5
"spring we'll build the hospital as soon as possible right after we build the resterauint"
areda goes to shovel rubble and comes back with a weelbarrow full of rubble from the ruin of the resteraunt she dumps it and goes back for more rubble she then comes abck dumps the weelbarrow ec. ec. ec *
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Post by Spring on Oct 11, 2005 19:14:12 GMT -5
Spring continued screaming in pain, and then fell on his wing, now positively howling.
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Post by areada on Oct 14, 2005 11:21:25 GMT -5
the hospital is being made
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Post by Rona on Oct 19, 2005 8:57:09 GMT -5
Rona took the brick off of Springs foot and tossed it into the pile. "You'd better go back to your tent and rest, Spring." she said, picked him up and and jogging back over to the tents.
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Post by areada on Oct 19, 2005 18:54:14 GMT -5
areada is unloading a truck she tackes out a
JACKHAMMER!!!
she then jumps onto it cause it looks like a pogo stick and she starts it up
" weeeehheeeheeeh thhhiiisssisss ffuun."
bumpa bumpa whirl
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Post by Spring on Oct 19, 2005 19:35:37 GMT -5
Spring obligingly sat on Rone's hand, still whining in pain.
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Post by areada on Oct 21, 2005 15:58:53 GMT -5
heeeeeelppppp
buuutt doonnnttt heeelllpp
I''''mmmm havvvvingngn fuuuuunnn
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Post by Rona on Oct 22, 2005 10:19:21 GMT -5
"Help, but don't help?" asks a amused Rona, who just came back from dropping Spring off at his tent.
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Post by Spring on Oct 22, 2005 11:32:47 GMT -5
about an hour later (flyers can heal relatively fast), Spring came back, limping, and unable to fly, but dragging a brick along the muddy path. slowly, agonizingly slowly, Spring inched toward the pile, his wings drooping from the sweat he was working up, and his long, shaggy hair dripping with water he had poured on it, halfway through the journey. Spring's small little feet shoved dirt and mud and sand out of his path, letting him move forward.
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Post by areada on Oct 22, 2005 12:29:39 GMT -5
IIIIIIiiiii''''mmmm ooookkkk buuuuuttttt
geeetttt oouuutttt offf mmmyyy waaayyyyy pplleasease
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Post by Spring on Oct 22, 2005 13:29:40 GMT -5
Spring kept dragging his brick across the ground, knocking over small plants with it.
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Post by Rona on Oct 26, 2005 16:29:37 GMT -5
Rona glanced down at Spring. "Gee, Spring, you really have it tough being that short, don't you?"
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Post by Spring on Oct 26, 2005 17:10:07 GMT -5
I know. 5 inches tall can be fun. Ever played hide and seek at this size? Sure is fun.
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