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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 23, 2008 22:22:25 GMT -4
"What do we sing about now, then?" Hunter asked, pouting a little.
Glancing toward the window, Tatum shook her head. "You know, we could sing about nothing. Silence is golden, as they say!"
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 23, 2008 22:31:13 GMT -4
Ophelia smirked, strumming her ukelele happily as she began to sing again. "I can hear so much in your sighs, and I can see so much in your eyes. There are words we both could say, but don't talk, put your head on my shoulder."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 23, 2008 22:42:25 GMT -4
Tatum listened to the next bit of song that Ophelia sang, and she glanced in her direction, as if sizing her up, waiting for the next line to be a joke that would throw off the entire thing. When nothing came, her expression softened, and she scooted closer.
Clearly bored by the idea of a song without a punchline, Hunter slumped into her own chair, and brought her legs up, flask resting on them as she listened. Her head tilted back against the window, and her eyes closed.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 23, 2008 23:54:24 GMT -4
Ophelia frowned slightly, still strumming the tune but lacking the words. "Alright so I forget the rest of the words, Jude listens to the Beach Boys, not me. But it was the first song about silence I could think of."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 24, 2008 0:05:28 GMT -4
"Jude reminds me of a Beach Boy. Damn hippie," Hunter replied idly, giving a less than enthusiastic brandish of her free fist.
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 24, 2008 0:42:57 GMT -4
Ophelia snickered. "I don' t think he's a hippie, Hunt."
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Post by Hunter Sommer on Oct 24, 2008 0:55:40 GMT -4
"Dirty hippie," Hunter assured her, quite firmly, head still tilted back and eyes still closed. "Your brother is a commie and a hippie."
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Post by Jude Wainwright on Oct 24, 2008 9:54:05 GMT -4
Ophelia laughed. "He's not a commie or a hippie! If anyone is a hippie in our family, dude, it's papa, oright."
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Post by Rath Donnelly on Oct 24, 2008 10:54:07 GMT -4
"Apple doesn't fall far from the tree, y'know," Hunter suggested idly, with a shrug. "If this was the sixties, he'd be protesting."
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Post by Samson Brighton on Oct 25, 2008 9:49:15 GMT -4
Ophelia snorted. "I don't think Jude-bear has it in him to protest...not to a hippie degree, anyways."
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Post by Rath Donnelly on Oct 25, 2008 10:20:39 GMT -4
"Man, you need to stop proving me wrong. I don't have the attention span to argue anymore. I want some cookies.."
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Post by Samson Brighton on Oct 25, 2008 23:33:17 GMT -4
"I have some here." Ophelia pulled a bag of cookies from her bag.
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Post by Rath Donnelly on Oct 26, 2008 0:39:09 GMT -4
Quickly opening her eyes, and sitting up, Hunter snatched the bag of cookies and settled them into her lap, tearing open the corner and shoving her hand inside. "Fucking great, man, I love your bag of tricks, it's so awesome."
"Do you even know how old those are?" Tatum asked, turning her head toward the other two. "Seriously? Do you care?"
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Post by Samson Brighton on Oct 26, 2008 8:55:44 GMT -4
Ophelia gave Tatum a hurt little pout. "Do you think I'd give unter stale cookies? I put them in there this morning before we left!"
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Post by Brody Rogers on Oct 26, 2008 16:18:22 GMT -4
"Well, I'd give Hunter stale cookies?" Tatum replied, smiling lightly.
Mouth full of cookies, Hunter turned to shoot a glare at the redhead, flipping her off with cookie still in hand.
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