| Buddy: Investigating. |
[Feb. 22nd, 2004|01:47 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  worried | ] |
| [ | music |
| | all the party sounds... | ] |
*Noses door open at third attempt. Sits just inside and listens.* |
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| Dogs Dream Too. |
[Feb. 21st, 2004|06:21 pm] |
| [ | mood |
| |  anxious | ] |
| [ | music |
| | voices downstairs | ] |
*Curled under Evan's bed.*
*Stirs, restless. Almost remembers the dead thing,, in a box that made sounds, out near the strong-smell place.
Knows there is a bad-smell thing that is worse. Rolls onto feet, throat moving what would be a whimper, if the design had included vocal cords. |
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| Hungry |
[Jan. 30th, 2004|04:05 am] |
| [ | mood |
| | hungry | ] |
Wanders up by the Inn on the Bluff, picking up feet delicately to avoid the last of the snow.
Draws closer, staring up at the lights from William Tallisker House. |
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