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Unhindered by the rain - when you were born and raised in the 'burbs of Seattle, you got to the point where you hardly noticed a little shower any more - she trudged up the path towards the lodge. Hands tucked into the front pockets of her faded jeans, her shoulders were slightly hunched and head bowed - a rosey pink sweater fitted to her slim torso and her navy jacket zipped up, though it was anything but waterproof and did little to protect her from the miserable drizzle. Once up the stairs and on the porch, she glanced over her shoulder and pushed a hand through her damp, dark curls, turning slowly with a soft sigh. Her gaze searching the expansive lawns until she found what she was looking for, she leaned over the railing and whistled for the mammoth-sized Rhodesian Ridgeback that had gotten distracted along the way and was hunting some imaginary being hiding in the bushes. With a small smile, she murmured a quiet word of praise to the dog for his obediant come and dropped a hand to ruffle his ears before pulling open the door to the lodge and heading into the dry and warmth...

• lips tucked idly between lips as he was settled on the front steps - guitar resting across his lap - attempting to restring it for the moment...though his effort futile in the light drizzle, causing the string to simply slip from his fingers. He himself though was not nearly as used to the rain, being from arizona...rain was a blessing at very most...never a daily occerance...but it seemed to bring the mellow side of the kid out...making his usually tense mind light for the while, brushing away thoughts of problems and whatnot (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 5:01pm PDT

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• It wasn't until the door swung shut behind her that she realized she had lost her dog once again, and so growled something under her breath about keeping the distractable dog leashed and turned to duck her head back outside. "Hey! Dog..." She called before her gaze lit on the young man that the socialable Gambit was visiting with. With an apologetic smile, she stepped back out there and snapped her fingers to get the dog's attention. "Sorry..." (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 5:09pm PDT

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• he jumped slightly at the sudden nose in his lap - a brow raised as he set his guitar aside...a hand raising to the dogs head for a moment before looking to the voice, a brow raised idly, finally releasing peirced lip from teeth...giving a soft smile He's alright... (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 5:33pm PDT

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• Rolling her eyes at the pup's pleading look at her, she nodded a touch and moved fully back outside then pulled the door shut again, crossing her arms under her chest. "He has a bit of a mind of his own... A lot of a mind of his own, actually." (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 5:45pm PDT

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• he smirked lightly at that - raising a hand to dark hair away from eyes - moving to stand...brushing now wet jeans off as if to dry them faster, a smile creasing features I used to have a ferret like that...he stopped himself for a moment, tilting his head Only todd was a little smaller... (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 5:51pm PDT

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• She laughed softly and nodded a little, crouching down to loop an arm around the large pup's neck but turning her face away to avoid his 'kisses'. "Yeah, I'll bet a little smaller... I'm Isabelle, by the way, and this is Gambit." Yes, that was Gambit for the X-Men character. (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 5:55pm PDT

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• he recognized the name, X-men was still his favorite cartoon...with that he laughed, ducking hands into back pockets and leaning onto the heels of old converse Sutter and....I don't have a pet to introduce so...the guitar is the next best thing...with the introduction he crouched as well, tucking the one of many acoustic guitars into his soft case...watching her (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 5:58pm PDT

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• "Almost as nice.." She teased gently with a small grin and a goodnatured wink, patting the dog's shoulder once more before standing slowly and gesturing inside. "We were just on our way inside - it's warmer and drier in there. Care to join?" (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 6:01pm PDT

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• Lead the way...a brow raised at the dog as he refused to move momentarily, glaring warily at him before following her...guitar case tucked under arm as they entered - breathing a sigh of releif against the warmth...removing the light patch covered coat. It'd be the first entrance into the lodge since he'd arrived only a few days ago...but a welcomed one as the chill outdoors was starting to get to him...sniffling lightly (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 6:06pm PDT

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• She smiled back at him and dropped herself onto a couch, patting the spot beside her in invitation to Gambit. "So Sutter, you been around here long?" She figured he hadn't been - he looked about as unfamiliar with everything as she felt. (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 6:41pm PDT

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• he seated himself in the chair oppisite her position, propping feet on the corner of the coffee table...playing lightly with his lip ring for a moment before shifting...shaking head - dark hair moving easily with the movements Three days...and I've been unpacking all of them. he'd always hated the whole moving aspect of getting out of the house....twice he'd done it and both times he'd always lost a guitar to the dingy hands of the movers...one being crushed...the other behind smashed in the front door -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 6:49pm PDT

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• "Yeah, about the same... Except I have yet to start unpacking." She admitted with a soft, somewhat sheepish laugh but then a small shrug - she had forever to unpack and didn't see much of a hurry. Atleast she knew where everything was - it just happened to be kept in boxes. (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 6:52pm PDT

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• he scowled lightly at that - watching her was an easy gaze...though it drifted to the dog So here I am...thinking it un-polite to visitors to see me living out of a box...and you've been here as long as I have and have yet to start unpacking...? Unfair! a soft laugh escaped parted lips...fingers trailing across his chin for a moment (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 6:57pm PDT

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• Lips pursing for a moment, she listened and then nodded slowly, winking and grinning lightly. "Yeah, pretty much. I just don't have visitors. I'll unpack eventually, I guess - what's the rush?" (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 7:01pm PDT

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• True...but still...boxs make clutter and clutter drives me crazy...again he grinned - crossing arms over broad chest...a brow somewhat raised at his own argument - making him sound like a neat freak..which he was far from (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 7:05pm PDT

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• "Fair enough. See, I can handle a little clutter, as long as I know where everything is - which I do. So I'm alright." She smiled absently and dropped her gaze as her fingers quietly smoothed Gambit's ears.. (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 7:07pm PDT

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• I wouldn't know where anything is...even if I had a map he was horrible at remembering things...weither it be where they are or when...or occasionally even why he was doing something...his mind strayed far too easily. Feet quietly dropped from the table - leaning over the side of the chair a moment to get his guitar from his bag...fingers now dry...making the restringing of it easier...his actions quick, as if he were an expert at the certian skill of repairing a broken string (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 7:24pm PDT

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• She laughed gently but nodded a touch - that was understandable, the opposite of her, but understandable. Her mind often wandered as well, but she was skilled at manning multiple thoughts and tasks at the same time. "Fair enough - so it's a good thing that you're getting unpacked and set up." (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 8:38pm PDT

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• he nodded easily at that - strumming at his guitar as he tuned it as close as possible by ear...raising his gaze to her for a moment...Guess it is huh? with that he fell silent once more - dropping cobalt gaze to the guitar...picking at the strings. He'd been playing the guitar as long as he could remember...his father had played with him since he was at least 5 and it had become a way of life...a way to escape...to pick up one of his many guitars and play away his problems...he'd only recently gotten into writing his own music though (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 8:50pm PDT

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• "Yep - keep at it and you'll be okay." She winked with a small smile, slouching back into the couch - fingers still toying lovingly with Gambit's soft ears, his head resting on her leg. Her gaze dropped to watch his hands as he tuned - she was a skilled pianist, but was still very much a beginner when it came to the guitar, though picked things up easily and was sure to improve quickly. (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 9:27pm PDT

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• his features creased lightly in concentration as he got the tuning as close as possible...finally strumming the opening cords of "count the stars"...though stopping mid-song with a sheepish grin...feeling as if he'd bothered her now - not everyone appriciated music Sorry...pierced lip again tucked between teeth - cobalt gaze trained on her and the dog for a moment (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 9:32pm PDT

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• "No reason to be..." She assured him kindly with an easy smile - she appreciated all things musical, but wouldn't have been bothered even if she didn't. That just wasn't in her nature - she got along with people, wasn't confrontational. (NT) -- Isabelle, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 9:34pm PDT

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• he swallowed lightly at that before continueing...his gaze again trailing down to the floor - concentrating as he played...finally a rough but somewhat fitting voice interupted - almost whispering out the lyrics as he played...dark bangs escaping from behind ear to fall easily over eyes - shading them for the moment as his gaze was still trained down... (NT) -- Sutter, Tue, Sep 14 2004, 9:37pm PDT