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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 6, 2009 23:33:48 GMT -5
Jeremy nodded back, a little confused. He figured if he knew it, everyone had to since he was usually the last to figure stuff out. Of course, he had been given inside information, but he thought maybe Emma was tired of him bringing up his cousin so much.
She agreed to going down to the kitchens, and what was more, she was willing to hang out with him a little more. Jeremy wasn't sure anyone had ever willingly spent time with him. He had given Emma an out to say she didn't want to get ice cream, and she hadn't taken it.
"Okay," he answered, hoping he didn't sound too surprised. If they were going to go, he needed to find the ball and he took a moment to look around for it. He had kind of lost track of it after that one in a million shot. Seeing it tucked under the bushes, he jogged over to fetch it and as he turned back to return to her, he was fully expecting her to be gone.
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Post by Emma Wickham on Mar 13, 2009 21:08:44 GMT -5
She was still there. Taking advantage of his distraction, Emma pushed her self up from the ground. Brushing off the gravel from her hands, she checked out the part of her arm that stung. Not too much of an injury, just a little scrape that was barely noticeable. There would be no need to dip it in the ice cream. Instead, she could enjoy it. Right on cue, her stomach let out a small grumble. she looked up to see where Jeremy was and found him on his way back towards her with the basketball in his hands.
"I'm fully ready for some ice cream." Emma stated happily, closing the couple feet that he had left on the way to her.
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Post by Jeremy Taylor on Mar 15, 2009 19:04:56 GMT -5
She was still there, but perhaps it was only because it had taken her a while to get up off the ground. A thought flashed through his mind that he probably should have helped her up like a gentleman, but there wasn't much he could do about it now. He took a few steps towards her, but she was the one who closed the gap. Looking at her while she was smiling at him made him nervous and he wasn't sure why. He still had a brief suspicion that she was setting him up for something, but most of him was pretty confident that she wasn't. He wasn't sure why. "It's... the kitchens... they're down in the dungeons," he told her, pointing the way. "Behind the big picture of fruit." {you want to start a new one, or me? }
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