ELentari sits alone, waiting for any offers of an escort. None come. She goes out and slays a few spiders, taking her rage out on them. She only found out on Tuesday evening as she was logging off. She now regrets not reading posts other than her own little PRG. Suddeny, she sees a camera filming her. She looks up, and smiles slightly, trying to find her best angle.
Cameraman: Um, could you stop doing that?
Elentari: What? Oh, sorry....
C: Thanks. Soooo.... what's with the glum look?
E: I was so wrapped up in my own glory of having an RPG and me as the main character that I didn't read any of the "You are co-ordinally invited" posts and therefore have no escort to the Barrow Downs Third Birhtday Party, and I'll not win any Downies cause I suck. *deep breath*
C: I see.... *backs away slowy* Look, a spider *points*
E: Where? *hunts down the 'spider'*
C: *runs* Man she's weird..... Porbably been living in a tree... air's too thin...
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