Meat
- In the Duggins -
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Post by Meat on May 27, 2008 20:05:29 GMT -5
"I'm Meat Loaf," she said brightly.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 27, 2008 20:07:14 GMT -5
"That's a...pretty name."
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Meat
- In the Duggins -
Posts: 77
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Post by Meat on May 27, 2008 20:10:52 GMT -5
"Iddn't it? Picked it meself."
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 27, 2008 20:12:33 GMT -5
*Johanna was intrigued*
"Really? Where did you get the idea?"
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Meat
- In the Duggins -
Posts: 77
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Post by Meat on May 27, 2008 20:17:40 GMT -5
"Found it on some scraps from the old days."
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 27, 2008 20:20:16 GMT -5
"Old days?"
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Post by James Matthew on May 27, 2008 20:23:50 GMT -5
"They haven't happened yet. Not for us."
Jas was leaning in the doorway.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 27, 2008 20:24:40 GMT -5
*Johanna started at the voice*
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Post by James Matthew on May 27, 2008 20:27:11 GMT -5
Meat rolled her eyes and gave Johanna an exasperated look.
"Don't mind Jas."
The young man in the doorway stepped toward her.
"And why is it that you say that, Miss Loaf?" he asked smoothly. "Sod off," Meat grunted. "Don't go scarin' the poor hen."
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 27, 2008 20:29:42 GMT -5
"I'm alright."
*Johanna smiled*
"Just startled."
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Post by James Matthew on May 27, 2008 20:31:57 GMT -5
"She came with some bloke with beads in 'is beard," Meat said dismissively.
This seemed to catch his attention.
"You're with Captain Sparrow, then?"
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 27, 2008 20:34:45 GMT -5
"Sort of. By accident."
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Post by James Matthew on May 27, 2008 20:37:09 GMT -5
"Is that not how all the greatest of adventures begin?" he asked.
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Post by Johanna de Chagny on May 27, 2008 20:41:12 GMT -5
*She couldn't help grinning*
"I suppose so. How did you get here?"
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Post by James Matthew on May 27, 2008 20:43:29 GMT -5
Meat rolled her eyes.
"I've been his lordship the Marquis'... ward, of sorts... for some years now. Since I was fifteen."
Meat snorted. "''is lordship'," she muttered. "Ain't got a drop o' royal blood in 'is 'ole body."
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