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• OOC: Ignore the tense change. That's what I get for RPing at... 2:15 am. Bite me. (NT) -- Tyru OOC, 01:32:51 10/30/03 Thu
  • OOC: *bite* IC: Jon bursts in the door without warning, slams it shut behind him, and dives under the shelter of the table. "I'm not here!" he whispers frantically to the inhabitant of this room, and then holds perfectly still. (NT) -- Jon Rysalak, 23:37:37 10/31/03 Fri
    • OOC: *meeps* IC: Tyru jumps back and trips on his bed, off-balancing and landing on his back in his bed. He has no time to recover before the door bursts open again... (NT) -- Tyru Marineris, 00:07:02 11/01/03 Sat
      • OOC: *laughs* BIC: A furious-looking Elf stands in the doorway, unwilling to enter uninvited but intruding just the same. "You seen a little dark-haired kid lately? Is he in here? Do you know which way he went?" he snaps. Jon shrinks into himself slightly, out of sight under the table, and holds his breath for fear that the stranger whose room he barged into will give him away... (NT) -- Jon and a Random, Non-important Char picked off the wall..., 00:32:47 11/01/03 Sat
        • OOC: *rolls eyes* IC: Tyru doesn't really know what to do, so he decided to take the path of kindness. "No," he says quietly, sadly. "I'm all alone here." (NT) -- Tyru Marineris, 00:36:28 11/01/03 Sat
  • OOC: *teehees more* IC: "Tyru Marineris," he says dully and listlessly, staring morosely at the depressingly bare grey stone wall. Then he musters some energy and asks, "Yours?" (NT) -- Tyru Marineris, 11:02:13 12/29/03 Mon
• OOC: *throws pie* BIC: The Elf sighs in frustration, slams the door shut, and leaves (as far as this RP is concerned). Jon waits a moment, then exhales and slowly crawls out from under the table. "Thank you /so/ much..." he says humbly to his savior. "He'da killed me if he'd caught me..." (NT) -- Jon, 00:42:46 11/01/03 Sat
  • OOC: *eats pie* IC: "Why?" Tyru asks, not stern yet not cheerful, or jovial, or anything else like that either. Just... deadpannedly depressed. And... maybe a little stern, too, now that you mention it. "What did you do?" He's not sure he made the right choice... (NT) -- Tyru Marineris, 00:44:57 11/01/03 Sat
    • OOC: *scowls* BIC: Jon shrugs. "I dunno. It wasn't like I really did anything. I mean, it was only a loaf of bread and an apple. He still had the other apple and the water. And sure, I might have made a bit of a mess when I accidently knocked over the box of nails, but then he started coming after me, and is it /my/ fault he then stepped on the nails? He managed to chase me all the way here; I don't think he can possibly be hurt /too/ badly..." As he's talking, he pulls a somewhat smashed and wadded up (and small) loaf of bread out of one pocket. "I ended up throwing the apple at him to try and get him to stop chasing me," Jon says in explanation when he fails to produce the aforementioned apple. (NT) -- Jon, 17:03:10 11/04/03 Tue
      • OOC: *tees* IC: Tyru knows he should do something about this situation, but he really doesn't feel up to expending that much effort. With a sigh, he collapses back-down on the bed and mutters. (NT) -- Tyru Marineris, 12:05:38 11/16/03 Sun
• OOC: *considers chucking PreCalc book next* BIC: "You all right?" Jon asks with a small frown of concern. Then his eyes catch sight of the food on the table. "You aren't going to eat any of this, are you?" he asks, biting his lip and giving the food significant sideways glances. It looks a lot more appealing than his handful of mashed-together crumbs, but maybe that's just him... (NT) -- Jon, 20:44:04 11/19/03 Wed
  • OOC: *teehees* BIC: Tyru might be a little hungry, but he doesn't care about food right now. He's got a little criminal in his room. This should cause some guilt, but he is a little grateful for the company. Tonight, for some odd reason, he feels like it. Usually he hates company. "Go ahead," he says dully, closing his eyes. (NT) -- Tyru Marineris, 00:26:04 12/02/03 Tue
    • OOC: *chucks PreCalc book with great force* BIC: "Gee, thanks!" Jon says happily, letting his crumbs fall to the floor and setting to. Through a mouthful of food, he asks, "So whas yo nae?" (NT) -- Jon, 21:18:52 12/08/03 Mon
      • *follows through with several other large, heavy objects to reprimand Tyru's Creator for laziness in responding* (NT) -- Jon's Creator, 11:55:08 12/26/03 Fri
        • OOC: Bloody board ate my response... BIC: His voice carries an air of great tiredness and listlessness. "Tyru Marineris," he says dully, staring at the depressingly dull grey stone wall. (NT) -- Tyru Marineris., 23:29:41 01/01/04 Thu
• OOC: *chortles and hurls a snowball* Well, that's Voy for you... :P BIC: Chew, chew, chew, swallow. "I'm Jon," he says simply, giving himself a bit of a lift so he can sit on the edge of the table with his legs dangling. Picking out a couple carrot sticks from the assorted food on the table, he asks, "So what's wrong,Tyru? You sound sad." He looks over at his new-found friend and shakes his head, scooping up a biscuit. "Here, try a biscuit; they're good," he says, tossing said item to Tyru and then crunching into one of the carrot-sticks. (NT) -- Jon, 15:59:42 01/02/04 Fri
  • OOC: stupid voy BIC: Tyru catches the biscuit and munches mechanically. With a sigh, he answers Jon's question, "What's there to be happy about? I don't have nuthin'." (NT) -- Tyru Marineris, 23:43:40 01/06/04 Tue
    • OOC: Stupid you, you mean. Wait, this conversation is starting to sound very familiar...teehee! BIC: Jon's expression goes thoughtful as he thinks about this. "You have food," he says finally, pointing at Tyru with his uneaten carrot stick solemnly. "'Smore than I have some days. /An'/ you've got a decent place to stay...bet you ain't spent a single night sleepin' wherever you could find a sheltered corner or summat where you can spend the night and hopefully not get found and kicked out. I don't see why you /aren't/ happy...least to some extent." (NT) -- Jon, 21:15:35 01/07/04 Wed
      • OOC: 'scause you suck. gnar. IC: He shrugs a meloncholy shrug. "My room is gray. And dark." He sets down his half-eaten food with a depressed look. "Food's good, I guess. If it was interesting food. Whatever." (NT) -- Tyru Marineris, 13:52:06 01/26/04 Mon
        • OOC: Gnar yourself, dweeb. Tcha! BIC: Jon shakes his head. "What, do you just lock yourself in here all day or somethin? Get out, go do new stuff, have fun...do somethin new. Cummon, we can go somewhere else and get out of here if it makes you so sad. Where d'you wanna go?" (NT) -- Jon (I am sick and tired of scrolling so far down, btw), 15:41:31 01/27/04 Tue
          • Tyru is about to say something to the effect of, "I don't care. Go away." but he pauses. Something sparks in his mind, in his heart. He decides that he'll humor this kid. Just to humor him. Of course. (NT) -- Tyru Marineris, 20:43:07 02/04/04 Wed
            • OOC: You are going to die, bro. This is only half a bloody post! Grr! *smacks* BIC: "So where d'you wanna go?" Jon presses. "There's the forges, that's always fun - then again, mebbe not there. We could go to the ocean, or the recreational area, or the cavern, or...where d'you wanna go?" (NT) -- Jon (Can we /please/ go somewhere else and not have to scroll down for half a century???), 18:57:51 02/05/04 Thu