I want to get out of Bree. I want to get Iorhael out of Bree, and Primula. I'm scared of what Smeagol will do. I know he's looking for us. Primula was so mad when she found me. Apparently Smeagol beat Iorhael up pretty bad...she saw it. Well, at least she saw him slap him. Now, Iorhael is somewhere out there, on the streets. Alone with a broken arm ( Read more... )

*blinks groggily, looking up at an unfamiliar ceiling ( Read more... )

*skitters to a halt beside Kevin, a fish wrapped in butcher paper clamped in his jaws*

Presssent for Kevin! *hands it up to him* And..and...*tugs a flower from behind his ear* Flower!

*humming and walking down the hall, wonders at the breeze*

*looks down* ...

HOLY SHIT! *sprints back to the bedroom, slams the door, locks it, and hides under the bed*

I'm spending some time in the Party Field if anyone needs me. I'll be picking flowers to put in the vase I made so that I can give it to someone finding some rocks to practice my shot with the sling-shot. And other manly things. Yeah.

*wanders out into the kitchen*

*cringes at the light*

Like Melba said... isn't drinking until you're sloshed fuuun? *rubs temples* This blows.

*groggily makes a breakfast for himself*

*falls asleep on a table, mug in hand*

since I've caused some sort of trouble.

.....Then again, its been a long time since I've been yelled at and had the threat of being kicked out hanging over my head. Maybe the two are connected.

......Nah, couldn't be. ;)

So. Mild trouble. For me.

Where's the ale? *looks*

Well, this is one strange smial. I don't need to dress that statement up at all. Glowing walls, shrieking things, I-dont-know-what-the-fuck-to-say-about-Iorhael, the Enemy for tea and all sorts of other stuff ( Read more... )

Some weird shit's beeing going on...

Hey Melba?