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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 24, 2010 22:56:56 GMT -5
It had been along time since Michael has had a temper. Still he was plagued with the numerous scars on his body from past. Michael came out of the lake from a long swim. His scars for some reason still felt like they were burning, but he decided not to burden himself with the reason. He took out his fishing pole and cast the line out in the water.
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Post by James Moriarty on Jan 24, 2010 23:18:01 GMT -5
Motoko looks around the stones that are still standing. "I wonder what it was that they did here?" Motoko closes her eyes and touches one of the stones.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 24, 2010 23:23:06 GMT -5
"Whoo I caught a big one!" Michael reels in a very large bass. "You look kinda cool, Ima let ya go now. Bye Bye." Michael gently lets the fish back in the water and casts out his line again. "I love the place it is so peaceful." He said to no one in particular. Michael hooks an even bigger fish and this time he has trouble reeling it in.
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Post by James Moriarty on Jan 24, 2010 23:45:37 GMT -5
Motoko then opens her eyes and notices ripples on the lake. "I wonder who is here." She then looks at the source of the rippels and notices a man with a line in the water. She then decides to head that way.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 24, 2010 23:50:32 GMT -5
Michael stands and backs up. "Come on baby come on." Michael struggles to reel in the fish. "This must be somethin' big." Michael continues to walk backwards slowly. The waves in the water grow a lot bigger. "Almost there."
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Post by James Moriarty on Jan 25, 2010 23:35:50 GMT -5
"Interesting, the water is rising, almost like it is being lifter by a huge force." Motoko slows her pace, so that she can get a good look at the object that is comming out of the water.
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 25, 2010 23:45:21 GMT -5
Michael was successful in reeling the object in, but as it came out of the water, it generated a very high wake. "Yeah I caught... my boat. How did I? Dang this is either strong line or I had help. Either way, at least I found my boat." Michael struggled hard to get his boat onto shore but he did, and he started to fix it up and reinforce it. "Whoops, I forgot m' Trail Master." Michael stood up and turned around to get his tackle box and saw a young lady looking at him. "Hello Miss name's Michael. How are you doin?"
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Post by James Moriarty on Jan 26, 2010 0:08:52 GMT -5
"I am doing fine, thank you, and my name is Motoko." She walks up to the boat and puts her hand on it and closes her eyes. "For a wooden boat, it wan't taken good care of, at least, until now." She then opens her eyes and smiles. "So what caused it to go down?"
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 26, 2010 0:14:54 GMT -5
"You know, I really don't know. I lost it last month. I went my cabin to pick up my fishing lure because I forgot it and when I came back. I couldn't find my boat. I suspect thievery, but its no problem now. I'm goin to finish reinforcing it. Then I will add some security or somethin - haven't decided yet." Michael took a moment to breath in the clean and crisp air around him. "Love this place."
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Post by James Moriarty on Jan 27, 2010 23:46:18 GMT -5
"It is a bit to open for me, personality I like the City life, but I have to admit, it is nice to get out into the country once in awhile." She then walks a bit closer, "So, what do you do for a living? If you don't mind my asking?"
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 27, 2010 23:50:21 GMT -5
"Well, lets see. By trade I make special swords and shields, and at the same time I minister to my customers. And for fun, I fish, camp, and practice martial arts. What about you Motoko if you don't mind me asking?"
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Post by James Moriarty on Jan 28, 2010 0:00:24 GMT -5
"Well I do freelancing, it pays the bills and I get to travil alot, but at the same time, most the places are not friendly ones, and there is alot of death. But when I am not doing that, I just love coming to remote places and just relax. And when not doing that. I like to help out my friends when they need me." Motko the sits on the shore line. "But right now, they don't need me, if anything I would just be a fifth wheel."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 28, 2010 0:08:22 GMT -5
"Sounds difficult." Michael sits near Motoko. "My life used to be difficult. Still is sometimes, but I am happy." Michael pulls out an older knife and starts to polish it. "If you like sunsets, this is this best place to view 'em. Of course the sun won't be setting for a few hours, but just some info about the place. Oh almost forgot, would you like something to drink?"
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Post by James Moriarty on Jan 30, 2010 16:10:07 GMT -5
"It's not that difficult, of course anybody can do freelance work. But when you have done it as long as me, killing is as easy as breathing." Motoko sits down down next to Michael. "But I am trying to get out of this line of work. But when you are tring to get out and know to many secrets. People will try their hardest to make sure that their secrets stay safe." Motoko looks back to Michael. "Sorry about that, i always get to rambling. And sorry, I don't drink when I am on standy by. My new profession is that of strict when it come to drinking. One slip up and I get canned. Kinda feels nice knowing that my everyaction can determan if i keep the job or not."
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Post by Sirus Gilren on Jan 30, 2010 16:15:18 GMT -5
"No Its okay. I don't think you are rambling. I'd be more than intrigued to hear your story.Oh I don't drink either. I stopped a while back. I have no alcohol in my cabinets. I have soda, sparklin water, juice, tea, and coffee.." Michael continued to polish his knife.
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