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Post by loverly on Oct 11, 2005 18:19:37 GMT -5
A soft pink haired girl looked up at the Maelstrom Manor, wide eyed. "Why haven't I seen this place before?" She wondered, looking at her school letter that she'd received earlier that summer. "This is the place alright." Ricka was talking to herself now, amazed at how large this place was. "I wonder how many students are here..."
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Post by Kale on Oct 11, 2005 18:34:37 GMT -5
"Not very many," Thistle commented from her sitting place up against the wall, almost completley hidden by over grown grass in a serious need of trimming. "If your one of them, you make number..." The girl paused momentarily to count on her fingers. "Number...4 or 5..I think."
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Post by loverly on Oct 11, 2005 19:03:02 GMT -5
"Oh?" Ricka looked at her blinking. "That's odd..."
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Post by Kale on Oct 12, 2005 17:05:38 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm still going with my theory people have heard some pretty bad struff about this house."
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Post by loverly on Oct 12, 2005 17:57:44 GMT -5
"I haven't even HEARD of thsi place, nonetheless heard gossip." Ricka chuckled. "I'd be the one to hear gossip. Hi. My name is Ricka, reporter in training." Ricka held out her hand.
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Post by Kale on Oct 12, 2005 18:08:35 GMT -5
Thistle pushed herself onto her feet, dusting off her pants. "Thistle, Thistle Twit," She said, taking Ricka's hand and shaking it. "So, your into journalism too?"
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Post by loverly on Oct 12, 2005 18:13:27 GMT -5
"Oh yes! I write for the great Counilors. I have my articles posted on the market." Ricka smiled, hugging her notebook.
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Post by Kale on Oct 12, 2005 18:14:13 GMT -5
Thistle blinked a few times. "Well, that beats out what I do."
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Post by loverly on Oct 12, 2005 18:20:46 GMT -5
"Maybe I'll help you out." Ricka smiled.
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Post by Kale on Oct 12, 2005 18:22:52 GMT -5
"Really? That'd be awesome." Thistle grinned. "Usually, I only help my brother Oliver when he works on his cases. He's got so much on his hands, I took over writing the reports out. You should have seen him," Thistle pressed her palms against her face, pulling down on the skin around her eyes and cheeks. "It was like Return of the Living Dead..."
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Post by loverly on Oct 12, 2005 18:32:47 GMT -5
"Oh, that's gotta be hard." Ricka said.
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Post by Kale on Oct 12, 2005 18:35:44 GMT -5
Thistle scratched hte back of her head. "Not really. I just need to know how to write like I'm some official coroner, officer, or big law person. Frankly, now that I look back on Oliver's work...I don't trust him when it comes to the papers. He may know the law lingo better than me...but boy, he needs some serious paper writting help."
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Post by loverly on Oct 13, 2005 7:47:30 GMT -5
"Well, really your want to write what the crowd wants." Ricka pulled out a Wanted poster and the article she had posted earlier that day. "Here, you'll find a copy of these on the wall. It's about Janner. EVERYONE loves her but hates her. Get what I mean?"
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Post by Kale on Oct 13, 2005 17:05:41 GMT -5
Thistle blinked, gently taking the poster. "I get what you mean." After examining it for a minute, she handed it back. "But I wouldn't want to do stuff like that on real criminals with my name posted on it."
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Post by loverly on Oct 16, 2005 10:47:23 GMT -5
"Then you mean something like a regular article? Like..." Ricka went ruffling through her bag again. Then pulled out what seemed to be a magazine article. "This one's on fashion but still... it's an article."
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Post by Kale on Oct 16, 2005 17:49:19 GMT -5
Thistle nodded. "Yeah, something where I'm not afraid that who ever's featured in the article's going to hunt me down and kill me."
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