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Old 05-04-2003, 03:16 PM   #854
Morai
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The Ork security guards looked up to see two black-hooded figures making their way up the red carpet. A suspicious sight, acompinaied by a loud clomping steps. These unknown guests were much later than the rest.

"Get the guest list, this might be trouble." One of the Orks whispered to those nearby. Moments later a hobbit ran to them, gasping:

"Here it is, oi! I'm about to have a heart attack, and when I do, expect my family to join that violent mob over there." With that, the hobbit dragged himself back inside.

The mysterious ones neared, drawing more uncertainty from the Downers. Whispers and gossip spread throughout the party. As they came to the entrance, they were stopped by the guards.

"Reveal yourselves, and your purpose for being here." The Head Guard hissed.

Suddenly one of the cloaks flew off right into a guards face. The figure revealed himself to be none other than Harlon Nowane. He was dressed in his finest Jester outfit. Green and yellow checkered tuxedo, and a matching hat, complete with sleigh bells. His unusual orange hair stuck out, along with his grin.

Harlon's date imediately lossed her balance, falling on her face. She grumbled and said:

"Halorn Nowane! I can't believe you! Throwing your cloak at the security and dropping your date! Apologize for you horrible manners!" She gently took her cloak off, showing herself to be Morai. Dressed in a blueish-green dress wasn't the strange thing. It was the huge platform boots Morai wore, at least six inches high. Morai's hair clung to her face, soaked from the rain.
"Greetings, I'm Morai, and this is my date Harlon Nowane." She spoke, glancing over the clipboard.

"Come in, nice shoes." The Guard grumbled, shrugging as he let them through.

Harlon helped Morai along, for her boots were heavy. Finding an empty table, they sat down.

"Crowded place, isn't it? I wonder if those orks were deafend by your noisy boots." He joked.

"Oh shut up, you know I'd be almost a foot shorter than you if I didn't wear them. Besides, your the one with the jingling hat." Morai answered.

[ May 04, 2003: Message edited by: Morai ]
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