Remy
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Post by Remy on Dec 21, 2008 19:53:00 GMT -5
"What the hell...?" A crumpled figure grunted. Remy blinked open one eye to find that she was still covered in complete darkness. One hand reached up sluggishly to remove the , ugh, underwear that covered her face.
She groaned when sunlight hit her pale face. How long had she been passed out? A few hours, days maybe? Then someone laughed, but the laugh sounded slightly far away "Try a year hun!"
Had she said that out loud?
A year!
Remy shot up and grunted in pain when a splitting headache went through her whole body. Of course, she was behind the bar, but she still didn't know why there was underwear on her face, those were definitely not there when she passed out...
Or were they?
She remembered partying about some dream guy who saved some rock-thingy that helped the world.
Weird excuse for a party.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 21, 2008 20:52:43 GMT -5
Mustapha and Oz smirked at Remy behind the bar, they leaned over and watched her like two parents leaned ove rhte crib and adored their baby.
Mustapha giggled as Remy shook away the set of panties that she had passed out with on her head.
"Sleep well?" Mustapha smirked, cocking her head to the side.
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Post by Remy on Dec 24, 2008 15:06:16 GMT -5
Remy groaned again and growled "Shut Up Mustapha." Then she frowned. Has it really been a year?
She looked around the bar. Nothing had really changed. Sure, it looked like there was a new puke bucket, but the other one had started to rust...
She blinked open her blues eyes fully "So... What's Up?"
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Post by Meatloaf on Dec 24, 2008 20:20:27 GMT -5
Meat exchanged and glance with Mustapha then grinned down at Remy. The poor girl was looking confused and very hung over. The blond bohemian stepped around the bar and crouched down next to the younger girl.
" You mean... you can't remember why you where passed out on the floor? Why you woke up with some blokes underwear on yer head?" she asked, gesturing towards the offensive article of clothing on the floor.
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Post by Mustapha on Dec 26, 2008 19:48:40 GMT -5
Mustapha laughed. "Geez you hit the floor hard then..." she giggled, patting Remy on the head in a patronizing way.
"Would you like us to give you the details or want to find it out on your own?" Mustapha said, exchanging mischevious glances with the blonde bohemian beside her.
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Remy
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Post by Remy on Jan 1, 2009 14:13:07 GMT -5
"Uh, well... I can remember most of it, though one half is still kind of fuzzy..." Remy frowned "Actually kind of gives me memories of my old life..." She joked.
Remy glanced up at the other two, a very important question forming on her lips "Where's Figgy?"
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Post by Meatloaf on Jan 1, 2009 16:30:27 GMT -5
Meat's brow furrowed in confusion. " Galileo? He's off with Scara, doing something "fun" as they called it." she said grinning but grimacing slightly at the same time. " Why do want him?" she asked in slight suspicion.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 1, 2009 17:03:03 GMT -5
"yeah...fun, anything but more likely..." Mustapha dded but was a little cautious. After spending all that time knocked out...she wanted to see Gaz the most? Mustapha shook her head in confusion.
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Post by Remy on Jan 2, 2009 10:23:48 GMT -5
Remy's face turned slightly pink. She wasn't a girly girl after all, but she couldn't deny the attraction she felt towards The Dreamer. In her opinion, they were both very alike. They both had the exact same shade of brown hair, they both enjoyed singing and they both stutter once and a while.
"Oh, no reason..." She said coyly "I was just thinking that he could help me fill in some blanks."
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Post by Meatloaf on Jan 2, 2009 12:18:10 GMT -5
Meat narrowed her eyes. She didn't like the tone Remy was using when she was referring to Galileo. If Remy tried to do anything to mess up the Dreamer's relationship with his Bad-Arsed Babe, she would have to answer to yours truly.
" Well, he's busy so you can't speak with him!" she snapped in a heated tone.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 2, 2009 18:29:17 GMT -5
Mustapha stared at Oz, a bit shock that she snapped all of the sudden. She knew that Remy had a bit of a thing towards him, obvious form the blush, but there was no reason to bite her head off, loads of girls do now that he's the dreamer, she thought.
"Cool it Oz, don't pop a vein. But what she says is true, there ain't gonna be anyway of tearing Gaz from Scara, their like bonded together with some sort invisable glue or soemthing..." She sucked at metaphors.
"You could try, but I suggest waiting till they at least get to the bar room, they slow it down a bit when they're in here. I could take you to them as well...Scaramouchje doesn't hate me as much as anyone else around here" She laughed.
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Post by Remy on Jan 5, 2009 19:06:00 GMT -5
Remy's face turned a very angry red. Though she didn't know it, she had Killer Queen's temper.
"THAT'S ENOUGH FROM BOTH OF YOU!" She snapped. She couldn't help but smile successfully when the other two flinched.
It was at times like this were she enjoyed her high soprano voice. "Now."Remy said, suddenly appearing very buisness like "I'm going to find Shag- I mean, Figgy."
She made it half way out the door when she fell flat on her face.
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Post by Mustapha on Jan 8, 2009 6:51:51 GMT -5
Mustapha dn Oz exchanged glances...
"Okay, we are going to have to follow her, am I right?" Mustapha laughed quietly, not waiting for an answer as they snuck behind Remy as she began looking for figgy.
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Post by Meatloaf on Jan 16, 2009 16:39:08 GMT -5
Meat nodded as they headed down the hall.
"Of course we are hen." she agreed in a low voice. " It would be partially to protect her, if 'Mouche found out tha' she was flitting around Gaz... well, she would bite 'er head off."
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Post by Remy on Jan 17, 2009 13:20:30 GMT -5
Remy groaned when she heard footsteps behind her. Maybe she should have just stayed on the floor...
She shook her head, causing some of her brown hair to fall more into her face than it already was.
She was a woman on a mission, and she was going to finish it, even if it killed her.
Picking up her pace, she went to find Galileo.
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