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Post by kip on Nov 13, 2011 9:00:52 GMT -5
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Post by kip on Nov 14, 2011 17:39:44 GMT -5
Alright! Let's get busy people! Poor Andrew has been standing in freezing rain for two days now, waiting to initiate dialog.
BE A CHARACTER! Come to the bus stop...Commit dialog in the first or second degree... let's make a story.
Okay?
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Post by Melissa on Nov 15, 2011 13:03:52 GMT -5
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Post by kip on Nov 15, 2011 16:12:54 GMT -5
Andrew, not looking up, steps aside, making room under the inadequate overhang:
Andrew (with downcast eyes): "It's okay. Get under the roof, or you'll ruin your sweater."
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Post by Nate on Jan 6, 2012 13:04:59 GMT -5
Enter (stage left) Alexander. He is an elderly man and walks with a cane in his left hand and a simple but pretty bouquet of flowers in his right. His face is buried under the shadow cast from the crumpled brim of a brown fedora and under a thick but neatly trimmed white beard. A large pipe, unlit, is clenched tightly in his teeth. He seems unaffected by the rain and stops as nears the steps of the community center. He smiles at Elliotte and nods with affected politeness to Andrew. He carefully removes the pipe with his right hand, while trying not to damage the flowers.
Alexander (to Elliotte, speaking in strong Eastern European accent): Your mother visited me yesterday. I was disappointed you did not come. [He shakes his head absently and chuckles, more to himself than the to her]. Remember the stories I used to tell you? [He quickly continues without waiting for an answer] Well, are you back to school today?
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Post by twood on Jan 10, 2012 18:22:17 GMT -5
[Elliotte giggles as she sits down on a bench, with her hands, one on each side of her face, acts as if she listening to another one of his marvelous stories] Elliotte:I'm sorry Alexander, I remember how frustrated you get when I pretend to ignore you. I must apologize, I had clarinet lessons. [Goes back to his first question about the stories] I remember them like it was yesterday. (With a sudden upbeat burst) Please, do tell another?
[Alexander, with a certain gleam in his eyes takes a seat right next to her. With a simple grin evolving into a small, teeth showing smile. Now that gleam, turned into a pool of joy, and his eyes were sunk in the middle] Alexander: Why, of course my dear. Hmm, now which one to tell? [He couldn't quite figure out which of his many stories that he should begin with] Aha, [With a snap of his fingers] here we go. It's a new one. An adventurous one. A magic one. [Elliotte's eyes got big as she clinched her fist in excitement]
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Post by kip on Jan 28, 2012 22:15:02 GMT -5
Hesitantly, Andrew edges stage left, to the end of the bench. He is aloof, looking away from the two seated upon the bench, but clearly close enough to overhear.
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