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Laconic Loreman
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After chatting a bit with Hakon, Boromir surveyed the room. I see that we have the typical stereotypes, in one corner there's the goth girl, and in the opposite we have the awkward theater kid. His eyes resting on sally.
Come on Boro, chum, enough dilly-daddle do what you have been planning for several days now. Boro tried to get the room's attention, but at first only a few people took notice, that was probably going to change in five seconds: "Knawladge. Knawladge, is what bwings." *clears throat* "Sorry 'bout that...um ya, just let me try this again...Knowledge. Knowledge, is what brings us togedar today. Knawladge that bwessed." *hem hem* "blessed achievement. A dweam...wifin...a dweam." Well that went well! Now everyone's staring at you, you big dolt!
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Wight
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Alonariel looked up from her conversation with Brinn, vaguely recognizing the man who had spoken as the student teacher, Boro.
She'd actually been having a quite interesting discussion about the differences between treating adults and children when it came to emergency room injuries: kids liked to bite, kick, scream and scratch the person attending them. The adults simply glared daggers at you. Teenagers were another story entirely. Taking another gulp of the drink in her hand, Alonariel wondered if Borowas going to faint from the attention he'd just garnered. Maybe I should've worn my scrubs, she thought.
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