Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill
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				Title: <strong>Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-02-2012, 06:56:15</strong>
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				Our Lips Are Sealed: Character Sheets (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132874.0)<br>Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132886.0)<br>Our Lips Are Sealed: Castle Hill (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132882.0)<br>Our Lips Are Sealed: OOC (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=132887.0)<br><br><br><div align="center">(http://i43.tinypic.com/2vxlh13.jpg)<br><br>Have you ever stared up at an old, rickety house, and just wondered? Wondered what was in there; who once lived there; are they still there? Now, have you ever been dumb enough to find out? One boy was. Just before his ninth birthday, Paul Ravitz had moved to Castle Hill, New Hampshire. He was a curios boy and his parents were busy unpacking in their new home, so no one noticed when he slipped outside and ran down the street. No one saw Paul turn the corner, into the woods, and down a leaf-strewn path. No one heard him open that dirty, rusted old door and step inside. At least, that's what his parents thought.<br><br>However, the people of Castle Hill, New Hampshire new better, because the people of Castle Hill, New Hampshire stayed away from the small castle on top of the hill in their little town in New Hampshire. And the people of Castle Hill, New Hampshire kept their tightly-plastered smiles on their tightly-sealed lips as Paul Ravitz's parents repacked all their belongings and drove away, mourning the inexplicable loss of their loving little boy...<br><br><span class="bbc_u"><strong><span style="font-size: 24pt;" class="bbc_size">Our Lips Are Sealed</span></strong></span></div><br><br><div align="center">Castle Hill<br><br>(http://www.planetware.com/i/photo/trinidad-island-tri268.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><div align="center">One Main Street to suit your shopping needs; host festival parades; meet the town<br><br>(http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/13/AlmaWI_HistoricBusinessDistrict.jpg/800px-AlmaWI_HistoricBusinessDistrict.jpg)</div><br><br><br><br><br><br><br><em></em><div align="center">One road to the top of Castle Hill...<br><br>(http://cache.virtualtourist.com/6/1647795-Woods_near_Eppstein_Niedersachsen_Eppstein.jpg)</div>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>25-02-2012, 14:02:05</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://i420.photobucket.com/albums/pp289/guardianangel98/Masatosbike.jpg)</div>There were a lot of things going on as Cristian followed the old road. The first thoughts in his mind were the road, how it had branched off from the highway and fallen into a disrepaired and barely paved street that only ran through the worst of neighborhoods back home. As the roar of the motor between his legs sent him tumbling down the street he noticed the many potholes and broken up pavement that would have sent an inexperienced rider for a tumble. He wasn't that guy though, he knew to slow down and take it easy as he drove toward the old town. Besides it gave him plenty of time to enjoy the fresh air and the thick, nearly encroaching forest along the road. <br><br>The second thing that came to mind, was the sky and the rain. Overcast clouds blocked out the natural blue of the sky, leaving little but a dark and gloomy grayish white overhead. As foreboding and depressing as the reason he was driving this road. Yet there was also the rain, the great equalizer, which poured down and gave life to the world without prejudice. Luckily it was no more then a slight sprinkle, at least for the moment. Cristian had heard of a storm coming near the area but as off the map as this place was the reports didn't say whether it would hit or not. <br><br>Then there was the third thing in his mind, the odd disappearance of Lionna Morales, his little sister. It was now the third day since they had heard anything, and the third day there wasn't an update on her facebook or twitter accounts. It was odd for her to go a few hours without something posted on there but a whole day, let alone three was unheard of. He knew she had last been in this little town buried in the wilderness like a place forgotten by time and there was no telling what had happened to her. Cristian tried to do the right thing and call the Castle hill police, along with the state police to file a missing person report but they ignored him. In just a little bit those same cops would meet him face to face, and he would make sure they didn't ignore him unless they wanted a full investigation of their precinct. <br><br>As the corner turned into a straight road with quaint fields of grass and little else he slowed the motorcycle down, noticing the sign right by the road that said "Welcome to Castle hill." It made him pull over to take a long look at it. He unbuttoned the chin strap to his helmet and slide it off, letting his long dark brown locks of hair fall neatly around his shoulders and neck. After hanging the helmet on the handle bar he reached down into a side pouch, unzipped it and pulled a photo album from it. Inside there were just over a hundred pictures, each one with Lionna in it. Then there were another three dozen that were just of the town and its outskirts. He stood there, flipping the pages till he came to one in particular, that was taken right from where he and his motorcycle stood. There was no doubt in his mind that this was the place. <br><br>He tookthat picture out and put it inside his breast pocket before securing his helmet and continuing down the road. The very first thing to do was to find that police station so he could file the report and talk to the sheriff, one on one...
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				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>28-02-2012, 19:17:44</strong>
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				<em>Proud in all you are<br>Showing every scar<br>As your badge of honor<br>When you can't take anymore<br>Of what they're living for<br>Set the world on fire</em><br><br>The lyrics rang out across the arena as the band finished their last song for the night. Everyone in the crowd was screaming and cheering the guys on stage. It had been a long night but it was all worth it Andy loved his fans and the rest of his band mates without them he wouldn't be where he was today. He looked around at the rest of the guys on stage and a smile came across his face, they had done it again another sold out arena, thousands of screaming fans there to see them. After the show Andy and the rest of the band went out back to hang out with the fans for a while before hitting the road again. They all signed a few autographs and chatted with the fans before getting onto the tour bus to head to the next town. <br><br>Andy looked at the flier they had received a few weeks earlier, someone had requested that they do a show at a corn festival in a small town located in New Hampshire. He had no idea where the place was but wasn't going to say no to preforming a show no matter how big or small it was. <br><br>"So guys are you ready for another long drive"? He asked looking around the bus at the guys. <br><br>All of them pretty much said yes with their expressions or physical reactions. After a little while they all fell asleep so that they would be rested by the time they got to New Hampshire. <br><br>After a few days on the road the bus finally came to a stop. Andy and the rest of the guys looked out the window at the small town. When they got off the bus they looked around. Andy walked up to a man who was sitting in a chair by a shop.<br><br>"Hey we're here for the festival to preform I was wondering where we were supposed to go to set everything up" ,Andy told the man.<br><br>The man looked up at him and pointed the group in the direction of a small diner, "Go sit in there have a cup of coffee and I'll send someone in there to talk to you" ,the man told them.<br><br>Andy led the way to the diner and opened the door and made his way to a table. The group sat down and ordered some coffee and waited for whoever they were supposed to talk to. There was a feeling in the air, an odd feeling like something was wrong or different about this place, there were plenty of people but the town felt empty and eerie in a way.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 00:33:16</strong>
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				Julie-Anna Crane<br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>Hours after her meeting up in the castle, Julie-Anna Crane sat perched upon a desk, legs crossed and hands clasped over her knees, a customary seat for her. She rambled on with a few secretaries at the Town Hall/Visitation Center. The town may have been old, but with all the people they had to draw each year, there had to be a way for them to know all that happened in the town. Thus, pictures adorned the walls, carrying evidence of festivities, concerts, and all the scenic areas in town. Well... Almost all. Ms. Crane knew this is the place that Mr. Nameless Motorcycle-man would gravitate towards, since he didn't look like the usual day rider on a leisurely trip. If he was in search for something, as many of the lone travelers into the town were, he'd have to come to Town Hall. After all, it's not like they had a police system, so who would they go to?<br><br>So, Ms. Crane sat patiently, waiting. Her lookouts were treated to some special Japanese jewelry this season in payment for their troubles to search out newcomers. There had to be some incentive for everyone, as well as a way to keep people from noticing all the old in the town. Thus, when the Sparrows went out, they took funds to buy clothes, furniture, electronics and anything else needed to make the town look as if it was up to date with the world, but still the comfy little town it needed to be.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 14:04:21</strong>
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				It took Cristain about an hour of riding to look throughout the town but when he didnt find what he was looking for he had little choice but to find the people instead of the authorities. He ended up parking out in the street and found it odd that there wasnt any parking meters or even spaces. It told of the remote place he was in and of the difficulty he was going to have in this investigation. <br><br>He waited for a moment, surveying the scene as he watched the people inside from his bike. He had no idea what they were discussing and he was more interested in what they knew. He took a few moments to gather the photo album and entered with it firmly under one arm. He worried that they might see his pistol, packed tightly inits holster under his jacket and panic but with Lionna's sudden disappearance he wasnt about to go anywhere without it, especially since he had a license to carry a concealed weapon. <br><br>The moment he came in he raised a hand and his voice just slightly to get everyone attetion. "Excuse me! Sorry to bother you all but Im looking for your sherrif. I figured this might be the place to find him..."
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				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 18:58:29</strong>
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				Anna glanced around with curious interest as she reached the town of Castle Hill, tired from the long drive, but looking forward to doing a bit of exploring.&nbsp; She liked the look of the town, at least what she could glimpse from the main road.&nbsp; It was a lot quieter than home, and already she thought she was going to like staying here, at least for a couple of days.<br><br>Spotting a diner, she realized how hungry she was, and decided to get something to eat, and have a chance to stretch her legs a bit.&nbsp; Pulling into a space, she noticed what looked like some sort of tour bus, and her curiosity was piqued.&nbsp; This festival must be awfully popular, she thought as she climbed out of her car and headed into the diner.&nbsp; The answer to the question of the tour bus became clear as she spotted a group of<br>&nbsp;people she recognized vaguely as one of the new rock bands.&nbsp; She wasn't much into a lot of rock music herself, but she'd seen pictures in magazzines at the store a time or two.&nbsp; She gave a friendly wave to them, but didn't go over to pester them, instead ordering herself a Coke and a burger, and finding a spot at one of the empty tables when she'd gotten her food.&nbsp; She knew the guys probably got lots of people just coming up to them uninvited, but she wasn't that sort.&nbsp; She doubted anyone would come talk to her, and she was okay with that.&nbsp; She'd enjoy her food, and then go and see what the rest of the town was like.
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>29-02-2012, 21:15:40</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>And so he had arrived. A young, hispanic-looking boy. Quite fit. Could probably pull off a decent swimsuit cover- perhaps even a briefs commercial? Mind erasing&nbsp; those thoughts as she stepped in, the woman waited for the biker to finish his statement before sliding off the desk, quite slowly, allowing her pointed heels to make no sound on the marble floor. A bright, welcoming smile was plastered across her lips, eyes looking almost sincere as she stepped towards him. "Welcome to Castle Hill, darling! I hope your drive out wasn't too long. As for the sheriff," she gave a sad sigh, "Well, unfortunately, we do not have one. Haven't for years. This is a very small town, you see, and our dear old Sheriff Joe was run out of his job due to the lack of crime. The worst instance we've had in the last ten years was some school boys tee-peeing 'round Halloween."<br><br>Right in front of him, she held a hand out, pointed downwards, as the old ways would have permitted, and smiled serenely at the young man. "My name is <em>Ms.</em> Julie-Anna Crane. I am the woman to speak with about anything in regards to the town, so if that is the reason you are searching for the sheriff, then please, I am all ears. As for any of that legal mumbo-jumbo, if it is necessary, I can go ahead and call Grafton County's Sheriff, Mr. Dutile. But since he's all the way out in North Haverhill, we likely won't be seeing him until tomorrow or the day after." She seemed so sincere, so honest. It would make a normal person think, '<em>What could possibly happen in a town like this? Nothing!</em>' Of course, the boy wasn't stupid. He'd still carry his questions and have his issues, but her method of voice and visual presentation would subconsciously root itself into his mind, showing the man that she was a kind, caring woman, and the town was a very simple one without much need of government.<br><br>"So what is it that I can do for you, Mr...?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>01-03-2012, 07:56:43</strong>
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				He extended his hand, offering a friendly smile as he watched her paying special attention to look into her eyes. "Cristian." he said simply devoid of any accent as many often expected. It was true he was a first generation Spaniard, both his parents having come from Barcelona, but he had grown up surrounded in American society. <br><br>He firmly shook her hand before releasing her and holding out the photo album for her. He opened up the first page to show a dozen different pictures of the same girl who had a resemblance to him. Each one was taken somewhere in the town, showing everything from the town hall to the forest boarding its streets and each one had a time stamp at the right corner. In all there were over a hundred pictures taken and many with townspeople in the frame. "You better call the sheriff then, and the state police. I'm here to file a missing persons report.&nbsp; My sister and her friend disappeared off the planet a few days ago. They never arrived at their destination and this proves that the last place they were seen is in this town. I'm here to find them." The way Cristian spoke said that he wasn't trusting of anyone at face value, to many betrayals back in Afghanistan had left him wary of peoples stories and it had transferred over into his new civilian life. Perhaps the worst part was he carried himself as a soldier with obvious signs of discipline and long years of fighting being plainly obvious for all to see, yet the truth was he was still adjusting to this kind of life.<br><br>He let the situation sink in for a moment, as his eyes wandered to the rest of the people in the room. Trying his best to memorize faces before his eyes returned to the woman and his lips curled into a warm smile. "Pretty serious right? Probably more serious then anything you ever thought would happen in your town. So I'll start with the easy question first. A young, pretty, hispanic looking woman in your town would have to be memorable...have you seen her?"
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				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 17:04:00</strong>
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				<strong>Kristen Somers -Visiting</strong><br><br>Kristen sped down the road with the top down, her dark hair flying around in the wind as she drove down the highway. She took the exit marked on her map and slowed down as she looked carefully at where she was supposed to be driving. The town of Castle Hill, she had heard about a festival that was being held there and decided to check it out. Kristen had a thing for small towns that were barely known and when she heard about Castle Hill she was all over the idea of visiting the small town for a little while. She stopped at the sign welcoming visitors into Castle hill and a small smile came across her face, she was finally here after driving for hours. <br><br>Kristen parked her car on the side of the road behind a huge tour bus, she put the top up on her car before getting out. She grabbed her backpack which was full of all kinds of different ingredients and candles as well as an old spell book her mother made. Kristen was into magic and spells mainly protective spells and spells that heal, a lot of people outside of Salem thought she was crazy whenever she began talking about magic and curses and how to protect yourself from bad energies. She came to Castle Hill with no intentions of telling people who she was or what she believed in, she was there to have fun and enjoy herself without being put into a psych ward again. <br><br>She made her way into a diner which was pretty packed with people, her eyes fell on a group of people who looked as if they were in a rock band. They must've came in on the tour bus, she thought to herself as she made her way to the counter and sat down on one of the stools. Kristen ordered a coffee and a small meal as she sat there and opened the pamphlet she received about the corn festival. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 19:19:22</strong>
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				Anna gave a friendly smile to the girl as she came in, but waited until the newcomer had gotten her food before making her way over to the stools along the counter.&nbsp; The guys from the band seemed to be busy with their own business, but maybe the girl wouldn't mind some company.&nbsp; She looked to be from out of town herself, but then again so was Anna.&nbsp; It couldn't hurt to at least say hello, and if the girl didn't seem in the mood to talk, Anna would leave her be.<br><br>"Are you here for the festival too?" Anna asked her politely.&nbsp; "I'm Anna.&nbsp; Do you care if I join you, or would you rather I mind my own business?" she smiled, friendly but not pushy, merely curious.
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				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>05-03-2012, 22:10:56</strong>
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				Kristen sat at the counter messing with the straw that was in her cup when the girl sat next to her. When she asked to join her Kristen gave a shy smile and nodded her head.<br><br>"Yes of course, I'm Kristen and yeah I'm here for the festival how about you are you a local or are you just visiting as well"? Kristen asked.<br><br>She looked at the girl and waited for her answer, Kristen was glad someone had come up to her she was too shy to ever approach someone but she did like to make friends. The food was decent as she expected, usually small diners that were family run made good food from what she knew, she had never encountered one that didn't. 
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				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 19:44:40</strong>
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				"It's nice to meet you Kristen," Anna said, with a warm smile.&nbsp; "I'm not from around here myself, but I used to come through this way quite a bit when my grandparents were still alive.&nbsp; Not through this town specifically, but they used to live in Maine before they passed away, so the country is something I'm used to.&nbsp; I haven't been back in years though, so this feels kind of like new again.&nbsp; Are you here for anything special, or just on account of the festival?" she asked curiously.&nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>06-03-2012, 21:13:37</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>A look of sadness, even disdain, crossed the woman's features as the man explained his situation. Her head shook as she listened. "Well, we had many visitors over the last few weeks, but... Give me one moment," she looked as if she had remembered something, shuffling behind a desk to search through a file cabinet that could not be seen. After a few moments, she came across a name. <em>There she is. Given to Muriel and not a drop of blood left in sight. What a perfect little angel.</em> "Here we go!" Julie-Anna moved to stand beside the man, showing a photo of his sister in front of one of the town's buildings, smiling brightly.<br><br>"I do recall her, though I could have sworn she left with her friend and some nice young men. However, I understand the situation," looking to a secretary with curly blonde hair, "Diane, would you be a doll and call up the Sheriff's office real quick? Make sure to give him all the information we have." The secretary nodded beforing picking up an old receiver. Her conversation was almost audible, the luitenant on the other line muffled against her head. A few moments passed before she hung up, turning to the two.<br><br>"The Sheriff and a Deputy will arrive tomorrow morning. He is on a case at the moment, but will make his way up the mountains sometime tonight. He has also agreed to search the missing person's files and county records."<br><br>With a kind smile, the Sparrow turned back to the handsome young man. "Well, it looks like you're stuck with us for now," she joked. It was strange how the woman could keep up this perfect little facade on her face, actions, and even deep into her eyes, not betraying the true thoughts beneath. "Of course, our little Inn down the road will offer you a bed and food during your investigation, free of charge because of the predicament you are in. And you are more than welcome to speak with all the townspeople; they are very friendly and would love to be of assistance."<br><br>It was obvious to the secretary what had to be done the second the tall, dark Spaniard left. Everyone would swiftly be notified that they are to tell the man all they knew- in the proper respects. Julie-Anna walked to the door, her features swaying slightly with each step. A glance out the glass panes before she looked to him once more, "Is there anything else I may help you with, dear?"
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>07-03-2012, 03:53:06</strong>
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				Cristian took the photo and made sure to look at it in detail then as the woman turned her back he slipped it into his chest pocket and followed closely behind her. Watching how she was acting more then watching her. He stopped to look out at the street and the people passing by, noting how calm everyone seemed to be after getting such dire news. "Where was the last place you saw her, and who were the guys? Locals or some other people from out of town?" he asked in an even tone. <br><br>As he was waiting for an answer he pulled out a small pad of paper and a ball point pen. He took a moment to scratch something on it, waiting patiently for her to finish before flipping the page and handing both items to her. "Since you seem to be the last person that saw them, can I get your number too? In case I think of any other questions while Im looking for them and need to give you a call." he said sweetly, flashing the same kind of smile she had been giving him since he walked in the door. <br><br>
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>09-03-2012, 19:47:59</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>Smiling as she was turned away, the woman thought it funny that the boy felt he was being secretive. <em>How cute.</em> "They were from out of town, surely. Had arrived just that morning. It was a shame they hadn't stayed for the festivities, but they seemed to be in such a rush. It was strange." Looking at the pen and paper, she took it from him, fingers brushing over his own. "Of course. Anything to help." Her smile was sweet, though she could see the fakeness behind his own. He needed to learn to act better. Silly boy. After writing the number down for him, she hands the items back to the man, heading towards the door.<br><br>"I am just about to make my round to see how all is going with the set-up for the festival. If you'd like, you may join me and meet with others in the town- to help your investigation. Otherwise, you may go on your own. It is as you please." Waiting patiently for his answer, Julie-Anna studied the man, eyes flickering over him in a curios fashion. Had he not looked... like that, she would likely have sent him to the Sheriff's Office herself. But it was nice to have a bit of eye candy around every once in a while. After all, there was no rule against her enjoying herself as well as the Unknown, correct? Looking out at the town, she recalled the tour bus at the diner and made a mental note to release her other little Sparrow so she could great the band before they got bored and left.
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				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 02:19:10</strong>
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				He pocketed the pad of paper and pen before walking out with her, watching the scenery once again. "Good, once this is all over I'll have to ask you out for dinner." he said slyly as they walked down the steps with her. He made sure to go over to his bike and pack away the photo album. Then he picked up the helmet, handing it to her as he fished the keys out of his pocket. "Come on, Ill give you a ride. You can tell me more about these guys."
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 05:00:35</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>Could she say she was surprised? Perhaps. Since she was always moving around, coordinating and planning, it had become rare in the last few years that any of the visitors would so obviously hit on her; she had stopped allowing herself the pleasure of leisure time. However, the way easy on the eyes, and what could a little fun hurt? The flirting with Cameron and fawning over Muriel was enjoyable, but that's all it was. Surely, he may grow on her, causing the woman to wish to spare him, but under the circumstances, that was impossible. So with a mental nod, she decided she'd have her fun for once and, stepping beside the bike, a hand waved away the helmet. "There's nothing out here that can hurt me," she nearly smirked, eyes threatening to return that devilish look they always carried. Sliding onto the bike, an arm wrapped around his waist and she awaited their departure.
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				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 05:16:18</strong>
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				<strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong><br><div class="floatright">(http://t2.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:ANd9GcRi5V4TMOrJJEHG2z1_R4qoiJzTT6yEO8p8WRGKtc3c9J9zSpZx9G3X8dx3tQ)</div>Known; Sparrow<br><br>The frail girl had been locked away in the dark, disgusting old basement for far too long. She wasn't sure what day it was, or what time of day, but she knew her choice had been an awful one and she refused to ever have such poor judgement again. After a long, thorough shower, she had fixed up her make-up and made sure her curls were tight and bouncing with every step. A sigh and a nod indicated to her mirror image that she was ready to work, so she left the small cottage-like house and made her way out onto the street. It wasn't long before she figured out what her first assignment was to be; the huge tour bus loomed before the diner like a crazy-looking omen. Glancing at the windows, she saw her target and stepped inside, a bright smile plastered on her face- unlike the Head Sparrow's, her's was genuine.<br><br>"Hello, there!" She greeted the group with enthusiasm, making sure to look at each of them, though her eyes lingered upon one in particular. He had messy black hair and was very skinny, and very cute. Cute being the optimal word in her case. Being barely over eighteen and decently innocent, she had a head that was always in the clouds. The confines of the small town didn't do much to expand her knowledge base, even if she was one of the few who could leave. "My name is Marnie Tarnish! I live right up the street and I do a lot of social planning in this town. I couldn't help but notice you roll in," she motioned to the bus outside the window, "and I thought I'd come and welcome you to our little town! You're actually just in time for our annual corn festival!" The look on the girl's face was of pure innocence and lack-luster happiness. She had nearly completely forgotten her confines, though the dread still rested in the back of her mind, so she could now be her happy-go-lucky self.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 05:56:00</strong>
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				"If thats what you want, but you havnt ridin' with me before." he said, letting his foot push down on the starter hard. Not even a half second later the wheels of his bike screeched against the pavement as they rocketed forward. However instead of driving straight down the road his foot set on the pavement as he pivoted the whole bike in a U turn. The whole turn would have been a lot for any newbie and she certainly would have gone flying if she hadnt had a firm hold around him. <br><br>Cristian drove them toward the town square, speeding by a group of people setting up something and sliding into a parking spot. As short as the ride was it was clear that he was an expert rider. Able to do things that only masters could do, as if he was an artist. He looked back then, smiling once again now that she had been brought into his world a bit. "Go ahead and do your rounds, Ill wait. Then you can show me exactly where you saw these guys and Lionna."<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 08:43:45</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>Luckily, few knew the woman's age, and even fewer believed she was anywhere above 28, so the laugh of enjoyment that Ms. Crane let out would have seemed completely normal an in compliance with Cristian's antics. Slipping off the bike, her heels gracefully hit the pavement and she adjuste the short, white skirt that had no choice but to ride up a bit due to the ride. Giving the boy a soft pat on the cheek, she turned swiftly in the heel, hips swaying as she made her way, first, into the diner.<br><br>"Hello, Laughlin," she nodded to the diner owner, picking up her usual cup of coffee, it having been set out as she stepped in. Within moments, she was filled in on the few that we're in the diner. Seeing that Marnie was feeling better, she walked to the girls that spoke with one another. "Hello, ladies. My name is Julie-Anna and I'm the Planner for this town's annual festivities. You've managed to catch us during the set up for the corn festival, and I strongly encourage you to stay for it. There is more than enough room at the Inn, so please, make yourself at home!" She smiled sweetly at the girls before a voice called her name. "Looks like I'm being beckoned. I'll be back around later this evening in the Inn for a town meeting you're more than welcome to attend." Happily, she walks away from the two, tapping Marnie's shoulder as she passes the girl.<br><br>Once again outside, Julie-Anna pauses here and there to speak with various townspeople, murmuring various things. She makes sure to call upon the Mayor, having a woman personally ask him to meet with the Sparrow before the town meeting- she'd have to discuss Cristian and his little problem. Barely ten minutes later, she returned to the bike, pointing up the only road into town (that outsiders were aware of). "Your sister was last seen getting into an old Cheville, a rusted blue color, with her friend and two men, ond blonde, the other with spiked black hair. I recall seeing them just across the street at the kissing booth that was set up just about an hour before. The woman that run the booth confirmed this just a moment ago." Her eyes turned to the biker, watching his features.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>10-03-2012, 22:04:03</strong>
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				The few minutes that she had been gone Cristian took a short walk, stopping to question every person he could and being sure to show them the picture along with seeing if they knew what happened to her. Even though she was gone a few moments he had already questioned a dozen people. <br><br>When she mentioned the kissing booth he pulled out the old photo album and made his way over before he started looking at the ground along with flipping through the pages of the photo album as he looked for pictures of the guys she had mentioned and the booth itself. There was no doubt Lionna was in the two square but he wasnt seeing any proof that she was here. "You're sure it was them?" he questioned before closing the book and looking back at her, clearly unconvinced. "I dont suppose you know the year of the car or got a liscence plate number?" he said as his eyes wandered down the road but he didnt wait for her to answer before he continued. "Of course you dont...lets go take a look at the road. They probably left something behind."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>12-03-2012, 21:45:25</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Kristen Somers- Visiting</strong></span><br>"I'm here for the festival. I travel a lot and stop when I see or hear of a point of interest. I grew up in Salem Massachusetts so I'm pretty used to the country scenery as well, I mean there's always a huge celebration every year on Halloween in Salem but other then that it's decently quiet" ,Kristen said in response to Anna's question. She took a sip from her cup and let out a sigh of satisfaction, "The coffee here is amazing, would you like a refill? My treat. It's the least I could do seeing you're the first person to talk to me, not many people are so willing to interact with me". Kristen admitted, she was very open with people and wasn't afraid to admit she was a loner. She knew she looked different then the average person and certain people tended to shy away from that. <br><br>When Julie-Anne came over Kristen gave her a warm smile and listened as the woman spoke. "I will definitely be staying for the festival it looks to be a good one" ,she replied to the woman kindly. "Thank you I will be sure to go and check out the Inn as soon as I finish lunch" ,Kristen watched as Julie-Anne walked away. All though the woman was kind Kristen knew there was something off about her she just couldn't put her finger on it.<br>------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<br><span style="font-size: 18pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Andy- Visiting</strong></span><br>Andy sat there and continued to chat it up with the rest of the band. They all seemed to agree that they were more then willing&nbsp; to do a show at the festival, it would probably draw a damn good crowd and get the small town some notice and bring more people to their festivals. When the girl walked over to the table Andy turned and looked at her while she spoke. She was very pretty and seemed to be around his age, she seemed sweet and innocent something Andy didn't see much of while on tour or anywhere for that matter.<br><br>"Hi Marnie, I'm Andy and these fine gentlemen are Ashley, Jake, Christian, and Jinxx" ,he motioned to the rest of the group who gave the girl kind smiles and a friendly wave. <br><br>When Marnie motioned to the bus Andy let out a laugh, "Yeah in a small town like this it's not hard to miss us, in the middle of time square we look tiny but here we stand out like a sore thumb, sorry the bus is so clunky it's kinda like our home on wheels" ,he stated joking around a little. <br><br>"So you're the person we should be talking to about the festival" ,Andy said reaching into his pocket for the flyer he received. "I came across this and thought you guys might want some musical entertainment at your festival, we have nothing booked for the next few weeks so we figured we stop by and ask".<br><br><br>&nbsp;<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>13-03-2012, 00:34:12</strong>
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				"Do you travel for work, or is it just for the fun of seeing the country?" Anna asked curiously, hoping Kristen wouldn't think she was prying.&nbsp; "I bet you got a lot of tourists through Salem growing up," she added.&nbsp; "I've never been there myself, though naturally I heard about it in school.&nbsp; I'm actually glad I didn't grow up in a famous place like that," she confided.&nbsp; <br><br>"Sure, I'll try their coffee, though I don't mind buying it myself," she agreed, offering Kristen a friendly smile.&nbsp; "I just saw you here by yourself, and thought you might want some company.&nbsp; I know I always like to meet new people, and I feel strangely conspicuous in a new place, with everyone staring at me, and a friendly face always helps."<br><br>When Juliana came over to greet them, Anna introduced herself, and told her that she too was planning to stay for the festival, thanking her for the tip about the inn.&nbsp; "Maybe we could go check it out together," she suggested to Kristen.&nbsp; "I don't have anything else planned, and it's always nicer seeing the sights with someone than by yourself."<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; What does Kristen look like, by the way?&nbsp; I'm not able to see pictures, being visually impaired, so I thought I'd ask.&nbsp; Anna won't care, but if there's anything in the picture that Anna should take note of or mention just as a point of curiosity, it might help if I as a writer knew about it, so I can have her bring it up.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 19:13:04</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>It was almost tough to hold back a sigh at that point, eyes simply following the man in his motions. She had hoped this would be a quick finish, without a ridiculous amount of toying and searching. It was obvious now that that would definitely not be the case. His steps returned to her and gaze looked up the road- it was the one leading out of town, so that was fine. However, if he were to wish to take the other road, hidden off in a nicely secured area, there would be a problem. That chain of events would lead to premature issues, and that, we could just not have.<br><br>"Of course, please." She stepped forward and down the road, those spike heels somehow unaffected by the gravely road beneath them as each step was completely fluid and strong. She took this time to contemplate simple things, such as the festival, the town meeting, even what she'd be having for dinner later that night. No need to fret over a boy and his interrogations, right? Regardless of what he was, in the end, she could simply call upon Arman or Cameron to rid the town of any little pests. They were, after all, much stronger than any human. With a turn, she stopped and watched him from the center of the road, feeling quite bored, though looking extremely interested. How easy it was to play such a simple character.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 19:24:05</strong>
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				<strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong><br>Known; Sparrow<br><br>Marnie smiled brightly as she was introduced to each member of the band. She was not one to look to deeply into the future, so she took strongly to meeting knew people, always enjoying the adventure. "Nice to meet you all!" The girl must have seemed like a complete little fruit cake with how hyper and happy she was acting, but unlike her 'boss', Marnie was sincere, and her kindness was true and from the heart, not some evil little pit the devil shoved inside her chest to give the illusion of life. <br><br>"Oh, my fliers got around! Well, actually, your proposition would be great. We were just going to have some locals play a few instruments, but having an actual band would be fantastic! Of course, I'll have to throw a few new fliers out there, hopefully attract some more attention. We could at least double or triple our usual flow with more publicity." Suddenly, she paused, feeling as if she were using the group to get visitors. "I-I mean, its not necessary if you would prefer something smaller; I don't have to go out and start anything big." In typical Marnie fashion, she suddenly felt guilty for no reason. The girl stared at Andy, wide-eyed, as if she ha done something wrong. Perhaps this is why she would make such a good Sparrow? Because her own dim-witted innocence just made her that much more alluring to outsiders? Either way, those big, caring eyes were another force to be dealt with.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>15-03-2012, 23:35:42</strong>
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				Cristian walked along the road, looking at the surrounding grass and mud but paying special attention to the tire tracks that had been left behind. They were years worth of skids, sudden stops, and sudden departures. Occasionally he would kneel down and examine some of the old footprints but he wasnt finding any sign's of Lionna. It was mostly sneakers and boots that were imbedded in the mud and gravel with the occasional bare foot. <br><br>"Whats the weather been like lately?" he asked out of nowhere. Perhaps it was to break up the silence or give them something to ponder besides Lionna's disappearance. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 04:42:51</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>Ms. Crane watched as the man moved around, quietly stepping to and fro as if she were interested in his movements. It honestly bored her to death, the boy thinking she had nothing better to do than to watch him. He had better make this boredom worth her while and not ruin anything for her or the town. If anything went wrong, she'd probably just got and kill him herself. A vague, evil smile crossed her lips while his back remained turned. It had been well over a decade since she had felt the power of taking another's life, the sweet color filling her hands, enticing her eyes. She was the perfect woman to lead the unsuspecting fools to their deaths; that was precisely why no one in town dared to go against her. One had already lost his life, quite publicly, so why would another wish to succumb to such a fate?<br><br>"The weather? Clear as day. Its nearly always bright and sunny in town. Though the occasional showers litter the ground. I believe there were a few throughout the night these last few days, but I can't recall the time." She gave a seemingly indifferent shrug as she stepped towards and swiftly past the man, though her fingertips brushed the back of his hand, her own hands swaying effortlessly at her sides. "We are blessed with good weather her in Castle Hill. What is it like where you hail from?" Heelsbturning effortlessly in the gravel, she may have appeared much closer than she actually was, fingers clasping her hands together at her midsection. Stance and posture were everything when holding a position of authority, and hers was held with such dignity it was almost impossible to think the woman anything but a kind-hearted, strong last of the town. Who would claim otherwise, anyway?
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 07:21:59</strong>
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				"It depends. Lots of snow in the winters. Rains on occassion. My whole family lives over in Portland. Mom and dad started a business before we were born and all of us kids have been working in it. Well except for me...when nine eleven happened I enlisted in the army and spent the last few years over in Afganistan." he answered, letting on a little more then he would have with most people but in this case he wanted her to know more. Just to understand who she was dealing with. <br><br>After a few moments he picked up a few beer bottles that had been left in the muck and walked back, ready to toss them in the trash. "Im not convinced that the women you saw were Lionna and her friend. Lionna was pretty feminine. Even in the pictures you can see she's wearing women's shoes. Not sneakers or boots. The footprints around here dont match what she would be wearing. Sorry to drag you out here, but I had to be sure."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 07:41:58</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head Sparrow<br><br>Was this boy trying to prove something? Or did he think the woman was stupid? The town may have been small, but she knew his type- the military type. The way they looked, the way they walked, the way they talked; it was all the same and all far too obvious. Yet they thought no one noticed. "How nice. We get a fresh blanket of snow in December, something quite wonderful." Her eyes turn to the ground, moving over the footprints. She notes small grooves and dips in the mud, pointing at them with the tip of her heel. "Those are heels dug into the mud. If you look at my prints," she motions behind her, also pointing out that the front of the prints get covered by his own steps over them, "you can see that they are similar. But I suppose you would know a woman's heel best?" Her brow cocked insinuatingly and teasingly before she turned to stride back up toward the center of town.<br><br>"I'm sure you've much work to do, so why don't you go ahead and check into the Inn, get some lunch, before continuing. The Sheriff should arrive in the morning. Is there anything else you may need me for?" Body testing back against the white, wooden post of a typical picket fence, the woman looked calm and patient. Curiosity but at her mind, though she knew better than to indulge it. Dark eyes rested on the tan, built man before her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 09:23:17</strong>
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				If he had heard her comments about the shoes in the dirt that matched the kind he was talking about he completely ignored it. Though it didnt seem like him to leave details alone, so far he was all about the details. Though on the walk back he made it a point to pick up a few other pieces of trash and deposit them in the nearest trash can. <br><br>Once back he immediatly started up his bike, warming it up and paying attention to it more then her. "I think were done for now, but I may have questions later. I'll give you a call if I think of some..." he began before flashing her a warm and welcoming smile. "or maybe if Im just feeling lonely."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>23-03-2012, 17:25:25</strong>
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				<strong>Julie-Anna Crane</strong><br>Known; Head-Sparrow<br><br>"Well aren't you sweet?" Her smile was kind, almsot adoring, making her seem like a little girl fawning over a boy in class. "Have a good evening, then, Mr. Morales." She nodded a faint nodded before turning and walking off in the other direction. An eye roll that had been held in finally moved below her lids. Back inside the Town Hall, she slid onto her desk, one leg crossing over the other as she flipped through the girl's paperwork. It had been only a few days ago that she had given Muriel the young Hispanic girl, a very pretty girl, surely, but very naive. Something then caught her attention. Muriel had always been one to express her taste or distaste for her last meal. She had been one of the only ones to get fed recently, and even with her memory, she would still tell Julie-Anna how she felt about her meal. There was no mention of this during the earlier visit.<br><br>Disappearing through a back door, the Sparrow decended the stairs, making the swift and direct trip to the House through the underground tunnel that crossed under the town. The tunnel had been built nearly a century ago, deep enough to go unnoticed even by those who searched for it. It was a way of safe passage to transport meals and, as Arman had learned some time ago, the Unknown themselves. Pushing open the trap door into the basement of the house, the dust that piled off showed that either the tunnel hadn't been used in quite some time, or the basement simply hadn't been cleaned- best guess was both. Not a speck of dust landed on the woman as she made her way out of the tunnel, stepping away from the open door. A few long strides and she stood before Paul, the boy pouting up at her. "Hello, my dear. I would stay and chat, but I've business to attend to. But the festival is coming, so maybe you'll be lucky enough to get a bite or two this time?" She smiled softly, pressing a loving kiss to his temple, as if he were her own son.<br><br>Stepping away, voices could be heard, muffled, but pushing through the walls. It was odd to hear someone speaking in the basement, as there weren't too many places to hide and do so. For a moment, she listened, but could not make out who it was and what they spoke about. "Muriel! Muriel, my angel, I need to speak with you!" Piercing eyes gazed into the darkness of the corners, into the lights on the walls, and up the stairs to the first floor. The Sparrow waited patiently, simply flicking her eyes to and fro.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 05:10:49</strong>
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				<strong>Andy- Visiting</strong><br>Andy smiled at the girl's nervousness, he knew she meant well even if her words came out sounding wrong. <br><br>"Listen me and the guys are used to playing big shows so if you want to get some fliers out there feel free we'll play for any sized crowd" ,Andy told Marnie. "How about you take a seat I'll go order some food and we can discuss some things and plan everything out, does that sound good"? <br><br>Andy got up and pulled a chair out for the girl then made his way over to the counter to order some food, he gave the two girls sitting at the counter a kind smile and wave as he passed them. After he was done ordering he made his way back to the table and sat down next to Marnie. He looked over at her and smiled. <br><br>"So let's talk, What does the town of Castle Hill want to see out of us"? He asked he wanted to make sure their performance was exactly what the people wanted to see. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 05:47:30</strong>
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				<strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong><br>Known; Sparrow<br><br>Marnie smiled softly at the man and slid onto the seat he had pulled up for her. Her eyes wandered over the others, who she made small talk with, asking about their tours and the weather- simple things; really the only things she could think of. Upon Andy's return, her eyes rested on him. "Well, this is a small town. We rarely get bands out here, so anything would be great. Just something fun to get the crowd excited, get their blood pumping." That may not have been the best choice of words, and she realized it too late, but what would a band from the city suspect, right?<br><br>"How long do you plan on staying? The corn festival should run at least a week, two if the turn out is high. In the meantime, there is a lot to do in town. Your first performance wouldn't be until later in the week, so you're welcome to enjoy the sights and all Castle Hill has to offer. Everyone here is very friendly, so don't be shy." Her smile was bright and welcoming. Some in town may think of her as ditzy and a typical blonde, but it was her innocence that gave that appearance. Had she had the chance, she would have gone to Princeton. Too bad the town would not allow such a thing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 15:53:28</strong>
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				"We have a few weeks so no worries there we just did a huge tour and when we got the flier we figured we come here for a vacation and maybe play some music for your festival" ,Andy said in response to Marnie. "By the way I ordered cheeseburgers, I know it's ok with the guys I didn't know what to get you so I just got you the same thing". <br><br>Andy gave yet another kind smile and waited for the girl's answer. The waitress came over with a tray full of drinks and set them on the table in front of everyone. "Thank you" , Andy said as he put his straw into the glass and took a sip. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 18:16:12</strong>
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				<strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong><br>Known; Sparrow<br><br>"That's great, we can get to know each other more," she giggled. Yes, giggled. "Cheeseburgers sound great. I actually haven't had one in a while," her stomach growled at the mention of food, causing a faint blush to color her cheeks. "Or anything, for that matter." Eyes looking at the glass before her, she smiled. Laughlin knew her well, the liquid in the glass a cool mixture of fresh berries, pineapple and bananas from the garden he so cherished out back. Turning to look at the man, she grinned brightly, "Thank you, Lolo!" The nickname was a one she had given the man when she was only three, unable to pronounce his full name at the time. The grey eye brows and mustache that adorned his face wiggled in a quiet laugh as he turned to a customer.<br><br>Turning back to the group, Marnie's eyes went directly to Andy. Something about the man seemed so enticing, but she couldn't place what. Perhaps it was the surprisingly dark hair, much darker than others she had seen, or the fact that he was confident, something Marnie felt she lacked. Though it was hard to walk around with your head held as high as you really wanted with the Head Sparrow read to push that head into the ground. "So what do you do for fun when you're on tour? It seems as if it'd be extremely boring to sit in that bus all the time." Her eyes flickered to the gigantic vehicle outside, face showing her disdain. "I would hate to be cooped up like that." It came out in only a murmur. Being cooped up was all the townspeople knew, and with her last stunt, it was unlikely that she'd be going out anytime soon.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 18:27:31</strong>
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				<strong>Andy- Visiting</strong><br><br>A sigh of relief left the man's lips when Marnie said that cheeseburgers sounded great. He was beginning to like the young woman more and more, there was something that set her apart from all the other women he had met throughout his life, she was different. Andy took a sip from his glass as Marnie asked what they did for fun while on tour. <br><br>"We do lots of stuff like go out to movies, dinner, we see other shows and play games at local arcades, oh and we party sometimes but that's expected eh" ,Andy nudged the girl softly and smiled. <br><br>He noticed the look on Marnie's face when she mentioned the bus, "We can move that somewhere different if you'd like, I know it must be an eye sore" ,he suggested. "So after we eat can you show us where to stay? I mean I don't want to be a bother but I kinda don't wanna sleep on the bus if I don't have too". 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 18:42:18</strong>
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				<strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong><br>Known; Sparrow<br><br>At the nudge, she rolled her eyes, head shaking in a small laugh. "Of course. Every rock star has to party, right? Our parties may not be as great as your big ones, but I hope you'll enjoy yourself." At the question of the bus, she looked around before excusing herself. Walking off through a door behind the counter of the diner, she made a quick call, first to the Inn owner, then the Mayor, and finally a message for Ms. Crane. A few moments later she returned to the table, just as Laughlin personally placed their food on the table. "Thanks Lolo," she gave the old man a kiss on the cheek before he walked off, taking her seat once more.<br><br>"You'll be able to stay at the Inn. There are still many rooms open, and a couple suites if you'd all like to stay together. As for the bus, the town would like it if you parked it just on the outskirts, the road up to town- that way, any visitors will already know you're here. How's that sound?"<br><br>She picked around at the fries next to her cheeseburger, placing a few below the bun of the burger and squeezing ketchup and ranch sauce on top. Probably looking like a little kid with such actions, she blinked up at the group and smiled, replacing the bun. "So... The food here is pretty good."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>24-03-2012, 19:14:11</strong>
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				<strong>James Randall Parker- Known</strong><br><br>James was looking out his window, a grim expression on his face. The huge bus parked in front of the diner was completely annoying him. He took a sip from his glass of iced tea and continued to glare at the huge bus. When the phone rang James jumped a little bit then growled angrily at himself for getting frightened. He walked over to his desk and grabbed the phone off the hook.<br><br>"Hello" ,he answered in his usual tone. <br><br>It was Marnie a small smile came to the older man's face when he heard the girl's voice, James always had a soft spot for the young sparrow. He knew of her innocence and kindness and he liked that she wasn't the same as the rest of the sparrows or towns people, she reminded him of himself before he fell into the corruption of the town. <br><br>"OK Marnie tell them to park that ugly thing in the outskirts of town and get it out of my sight it's big and clunky and not normal for this town" ,James told the young sparrow before hanging up the phone. <br><br>He made his way back to the window and continued to watch the people outside. <br><br><strong>Andy- Visiting</strong><br><br>Andy watched as the girl left he began to eat his food and after a few minutes Marnie returned. <br><br>"That sounds great we'll have our driver move the bus as soon as possible" ,Andy told her as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.<br><br>Andy texted the driver of the bus and told him where to park the bus. After a few minutes the roar of the huge engine in the bus sounded and the bus moved away from the diner slowly and made it's way to the outside of the small town. <br><br>"There now that huge thing won't be in the way" ,he said with another smile.<br><br>He watched as Marnie prepared her food and it made him smile even more, she really was unique in fact everyone in this town was. He was beginning to like things in Castle Hill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>25-03-2012, 04:07:15</strong>
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				<strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong><br>Known; Sparrow<br><br>Marnie watched as the monster of a bus rolled away down the street, smiling to herself. She could see Mr. Parker's head poking out of the shadow's of his home, angrily having awaited the removal of the bus. She knew he hated such things, thinking of them as simply ugly and in the way. Quietly, she munched on her burger, mind off in its own placed, though she kept glancing at the only one of the group that seemed very talkative.<br><br>"I can give you a tour of the town after you check into the Inn, if you like. There's not too much too see, since the set up is still going on, but it's really beautiful out here." Looking around, she saw some tired faces and shifted slightly. "Or you can just relax; whatever sounds better to you."<br><br>Having been distracted, Marnie squished her burger, causing some of the excess ketchup to drop onto her chest. A small squeak escaped her and she pressed a finger to her skin, scooping up the ketchup and licking it off. Of course, typical Marnie didn't notice how that may have seemed, especially to the group of men she was sitting with, so she simply took a sip of her smoothie, humming quietly.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>26-03-2012, 12:39:56</strong>
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				As Ms. Crane walked away Cristian sat on his bike watching her, the whole time something in his gut told him that she wasnt telling him everything. The question remained, what was really going on in this town? Nothing was as quaint and simple as this place made itself out to be he learned that much back in Afganistan and it was a leason he wouldnt ever forget. Still he wasnt sure what to think she did know. For now he pulled out of the parking spot and went down the road she had mentioned, looking for that inn so he could check in and review the pictures agian. Maybe, just maybe there was something in them to point him toward the right direction.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>27-03-2012, 02:49:29</strong>
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				<strong>James Randall Parker- Known</strong><br><br>James watched as the bus left and a sigh of relief left his lips. It was a relief to see that big ugly monstrosity drive away. He continued to look out the window at the people walking around his normal look of discontent on his face. When he looked into the diner and seen Marnie sitting with the group that the bus must've belonged to he groaned with discontent. He hated seeing the girl with a bunch of freaks Julie-Anne must've sent her to talk to them. James grabbed his hat off of the coat rack and placed it on his head and made his way over to the diner slowly. <br><br>On his way over a few people said hi to him but he just growled and walked past them and into the diner. When he got inside he walked over to the table and looked at Marnie then at everyone else sitting there. <br><br>"I see you've greeted our guests Marnie I suppose you'll be giving them the tour of the town and show them where they'll be sleeping while they are here, if you need anything at all my dear you just let me know" ,James said kindly to Marnie before glaring at the rest of the group like a protective father.<br><br>He made his way over to the counter and ordered an iced tea with lemon and sat down next to two girls who seemed to be having a conversation with each other.<br><br><strong>Andy- Visiting </strong><br><br>Andy smiled at Marnie's kindness and her willingness to show the group around. He was happy that the people in Castle Hill seemed to be nice and very helpful. <br><br>"I would....We would like it very much if you could show us around" ,he said in response to Marnie with a smile.<br><br>When the man came over and talked to Marnie Andy and the rest of the group kept quiet. From the look on the older man's face Andy and the rest of the band could tell that he cared for Marnie and certainly didn't approve of her being around them. After the older man left Andy turned to Marnie and took a sip of his drink.<br><br>"So who was that? Is he your dad"? Andy asked curiously.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>02-04-2012, 09:52:33</strong>
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				<strong>Anna, visiting</strong><br><br>Anna glanced up as the stranger who'd been talking to the band members approached her and Kristen, giving him a curious look.&nbsp; By the glare she'd seen him giving the band, she wondered if she might have done something wrong, or if he was just coming to introduce himself and be neighborly.&nbsp; "Are we in your usual eating spot?" she asked him, not knowing what customs were around here, and hoping she and Kristen weren't starting off on the wrong foot by annoying him.<br><br>OOC:&nbsp; Speaking of Kristen, did I miss a post of hers?&nbsp; I thought I'd posted for Anna a while back, but maybe I just missed her response somehow.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 03:25:30</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/ifzjvm.jpg) <br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Elizabeth Varden</strong></span></em></span> <br>Known; Sparrow </div><br>Elizabeth had too much work left to do and nowhere near enough time to do it, but there was no sense of urgency or rush in her steps. A pair of jean shorts and a tank top accompanied the pair of wedge heels that extended her tanned legs. Each step made her bounce, hair swaying and blowing to the side, wind raising the bottom of her shirt every once in a while. Just as she was about to step through the doors of the Inn, the sound of a motorcycle engine revved behind her, causing the girl to turn ever so slightly and peer over her shoulder.<br><br>A man came riding up to the Inn, a visitor, obviously, and one she had guessed had been spoken to already. Normally, she would have turned to walk inside, but Elizabeth just couldn't pass up a man on a bike. Leaning back against the door, her hands slid barely behind her sides to keep her propped against it. She had chosen to wait, mainly curios to see if the man was even worth-while to look at.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>03-04-2012, 07:36:36</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m318/Pamelaaaaaa/Icons/Heather%20Marks/19.png)<br><strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong> (http://i2.listal.com/image/941022/600full-heather-marks.jpg)<br><em>Known Sparrow</em></div><hr><br>Marnie smiled brightly at the young man's acceptance of her offer, and she gave a kind smile to the older man as he passed...although she blushed in a bit of embarrassment at the way he treated the band.<br><br>"No...although he has been like a father to me. He's just protective, and I'm sorry for that."<br><br>She took another drink of her smoothie and looked around with bright blue eyes that were surprisingly clever for all her innocence.<br><br>"But that's great! I'd love to show you around. I'm ashamed to say that I don't really know any of your music, but I can't wait to hear it!"<br><br>Her voice was sweet and excited, even as her eyes turned a bit haunted from the fact that she hadn't heard it. With her latest stunt, she'd be unlikely to receive much freedom any time soon. Elizabeth and Julie-Anne were rather strict with her, although she knew she couldn't be what they wanted. She didn't want to be a sparrow...at least, the part where she delivered people to their doom. That was torture for her, and she didn't want to do it. However, she was born into the role, and so far she hadn't been able to escape it.<br><br>Sighing softly, she continued to eat her burger and fries, looking around and being genuinely interested in everything the band had to say. She loved meeting new people, and she hoped that fate would smile on these young men.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 04:25:47</strong>
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				Before stopped by the inn Cristian took a drive around town, mostly to famaliarize himself with the towns layout but also to question more people. Everytime he saw someone he stopped, showed them the picture of Lionna standing in front of the town's entrance sign and asked if they had seen her. So far he got mixed results but they were enough that he began to further doubt Ms. Crane's memory<br><br>He pulled up in front of the Inn and took a long look around, noticing the woman but thinking nothing of her at the moment. He took off his helmet and left it hanging on the handle bars before grabbing his bag full of equipment and clothes then made his way up the stairs. He almost passed her by but stopped suddenly to look right into her eyes, smiling handsomely as a gloved hand slipped into his vest pocket and pulled out a photo. "Miss, have you seen this girl?" he said as he presented it to her.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>04-04-2012, 07:44:14</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/ifzjvm.jpg) <br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Elizabeth Varden</strong></span></em></span> <br>Known; Sparrow </div><br>She couldn't help but roll her eyes at the man and his obviously fake smile. As she took the picture to look more closely at it, the hand that raise for the photo jingled. A bracelet around her wrist swayed. It looked like any old charm bracelet, silver links holding it together, but upon further inspection, it was obvious that the 'charms' hanging from the chain links were blood red tear drops that glistened in the sun. Each person in town knew how to react to the symbol, seeing the main, simplest but most cherished one dangling around the knock of Julie-Anna Crane. The sound of the drops was almost like that of a windchime, ringing once more as the woman looke off to the side, towards the entrance to town.<br><br>With a shrug, she handed the photo back to the man, turning and pulling the door open. "Nope. Can't say I have, honey. Why, is that your lover?" Hips swaying as she walked to the front desk, she leaned over the counter, reaching far to grasp a set of keys, heels almost off the floor in her attempt. There was no one behind the counter, which may have explained why she dropped the keys on an open notebook, beside a black pen. "You'll be in room seven, second floor." Pausing, she pointed a thumb back at the book, other hand resting on her hip. "If your girl stayed here, she'll be in that book. Make sure you sign in." With that, she ran a hand through her hair, bracelet jingling with each move, before walking to a large cupboard and looking through some old books.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 06:33:15</strong>
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				<strong><span style="font-size: 10pt;" class="bbc_size">The Twins-Known </span></strong><br><br>"Is this the largest size you carry this in?" A middle age woman was holding a pair of skinny jeans up for Ivy to see. The blonde smiled at the woman, though it didn't reach her eyes. She made a gesture for the woman to follow her, the jeans wasn't from thwir personal line, so she didn't know. <br><br>"Well, let's look. As of right now, what you see is all we have. The new shipment comes in the morning." She shuffled through the jeans on the rack, shaking her head. "No ma'am, that's the largest." She turned to the woman, pointing towards the other side of the boutique. "Have you looked at our line, Times Two? We carry larger sizes to cater to the cruvy woman, at a more affordable price" Ivy watched the woman scan the racks, eyes lighting up, obviously seeing something she likes. <br><br>"No, I&nbsp; haven't, but I like what I see.&nbsp; I'll look over there, trying to find a gift for my daughter." She turned back to Ivy, a slight look of desperation in her eyes.<br><br>"How old is she?"<br><br>"19."<br><br>"I believe we can help." She led the woman to the other side, after getting the sizes she began to pick out a few items. Ten minutes later, she was ringing the prices up. She had picked out a pair of dark red skinny jeans, a red tank to go under a blue blazer, blue wedges, and some sliver jewelry to finish it off. The woman looked relieved as she handed Ivy the money, exact change. After assuring Ivy she would come back, she left. Iris walked up behind her twin sister, smiling fondly at her look alike.<br><br>"I'm glad to see you in a polite mood today. And you sold some od our newest designs too!" She pinched her playfully on the butt, giggling as she slid out the way of any retaliation. Ivy reached out, trying to grab her by the arm, but missed. A fake frown played across her glossy, plump lips, and she folded her arms over her breast, pouting. Iris shook her head, walking away to return some shoes to their display rack. More customers walked in, a mother and her daughter, Iris smiled as she greeted them.<br><br>"Welcome to Little Castle Boutique! Before she began looking, let me point out our personal clothing line Times Two. We carry a variety of sizes for different ages, at a more affordable price!" She pointed towards to clothes. "Let me, Iris, or my sister Ivy know if you need any help."&nbsp; She turned around, the bottom of the halter top summer dress spreading out around her legs. Ivy leaned on the counter, chin resting in her hands as she watched the pair search through the racks. Squeals of delight came from the girl as she picked up a pair sandals that she liked. Iris walked back to her sister, looking her over. She wore the same summer dress, though Ivy's was purple and Iris's was green, their shoes were also identical, both wore white wedges. They wore their hair in the same ponytail, with matching hoop earnings.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 12:12:49</strong>
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				"No she's my sister and she's been missing the last couple of days..." he said clearly, looking down at the photo for a moment then back up at the woman. As he stared at her he came to an odd realization as her face meshed with the rest of the women he had met in this town. They were all pretty. The teenagers, the adults, wives, even grandmothers all had something about them that made them seem attractive. It seemed like an odd thing, especially considering the size of this small town. <br><br>He kept staring at her as he walked forward, his hands picking up the keys while he looked into her eyes. "Have you always lived in town?" he asked as he looked at the book, scribbling something in it that could have been a signature but certainly wasnt his. Though only he would know that. Still he began looking through the pages for Lionna's writing, hoping and praying to find some kind of lead.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>05-04-2012, 13:17:23</strong>
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				<br><div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/ifzjvm.jpg) <br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Elizabeth Varden</strong></span></em></span> <br>Known; Sparrow </div><br>Sister. That explaine the similar facial structure and skin tone. When the man's eyes landed on Elizabeth, she saw the various emotions flooding through them; sorrow, determination, care... Desperation. His search, although just started, probably felt far too long. "I'm sorry." The phrase was short and simple, meaning behind it somewhere. When he questioned her life in the town, her eyes danced with humor, a turned back hiding it well. "Nope!" The 'right hand' Sparrow turned, a grin plastered on her face. "My family moved here when I was younger; decided to stay because we loved the little town." The genuine smile and bright eyes shown honesty, something the girl had mastered by watching Ms. Crane. Knowing exactly what he was trying to get at, the woman simply smiled, standing beside him. Her fingers traced down the lines of the book, stopping at the signature most recently scribbled. She scoffed.<br><br>"Nice name." It was entertaining that he was trying to hide who he was. By the looks of it, he was the type to pull a full-blown missing person's search. Ms. Crane will have known his name by now. Where was that woman, anyway? Mind wandering, Elizabeth made her way up the stairs, long legs moving slowly, almost deliberately, if she hadn't spaced out. At the top of the steps, the screech of a cat caused a blink to come to her eyes, te feline swiftly ending up in her arms. "Your room's right down there." The cat's tail flicked as if it was pointing down the hall, it's deep purr echoing in the temporarily empty Inn, sun bathing the creature and her owner.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>06-04-2012, 01:20:51</strong>
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				<strong>Kristen Somers- Visiting</strong><br><br>Kristen too noticed the older man's expression and nodded her head at Anna's statement, the last thing she wanted to do was upset any of the townspeople.<br><br>"If we did take your seat I apologize we can move if you'd like" ,Kristen said quickly.<br><br>She looked at Anna and bit her lip nervously, she leaned closer to the girl and whispered in her ear so that only she could hear her.<br><br><em>"I really hope we haven't pissed him off, he looks like someone important".</em><br><br><strong>James Randall Parker- Known</strong><br><br>James turned his head quickly after hearing the girl's voice.<br><br>"No no it's fine I'm just in here for my usual cup of iced tea, I try to make it myself but I just can't get the recipe right" ,James told the young woman.<br><br>The older man smiled at the two girls kindly, he had to be nice to at least some of the guests and he just didn't see himself becoming acquainted with a bunch of dirty, loud rock stars. James heard what Kristen had said after he turned to take a sip from his glass, he smiled again before turning to look at the two again.<br><br>"I'm the mayor no one too important" ,James said with the same kind tone he had used before. He may have been older but he was sharp and could hear a pin drop in the middle of a loud movie theater.<br><br><strong>Andy-Visiting</strong><br><br>Andy smiled when Marnie told him about the old man. He didn't expect to make any enemies during his stay in Castle Hill but it seemed like if he wanted to talk to the lovely young Marnie then he would most definitely be enemies with the old man.<br><br>"He's got nothing to worry about with us, we may look different then the average people that come through here but trust me we're just as good of people as anyone else ya just gotta look beyond the make up and chains" ,Andy said jokingly.<br><br>After he finished up his meal he waited for everyone else to finish, he was getting a little creeped out by the old man's glares from the counter and wanted to get out of there as soon as possible.<br><br>"So when do you wanna give us the grand tour"? He asked giving Marnie yet another kind smile.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sarah Morgan</strong> on <strong>10-04-2012, 20:26:25</strong>
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				<strong>Anna, visiting</strong><br><br>Anna nodded at Kristen's whispered words, giving the man another slightly nervous look, wondering what it was about the band that seemed to have him in such a foul mood.&nbsp; "Let's hope we didn't do anything," Anna agreed quietly.&nbsp; "Maybe he's just like that with strangers, or just with rock bands," she grinned.<br><br>She relaxed at hearing the man was only here for tea, and that he didn't seem to have any residual bad temper towards either her or Kristen.&nbsp; She flushed at hearing he was the mayor though, and felt even more embarrassed that he'd caught what Kristen had said.&nbsp; She was surprised he'd heard her, considering all the other noise that was going on in the room, and reminded herself to watch what she said when he was around, if she wanted to keep anything to herself, that was.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>11-04-2012, 02:50:09</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m318/Pamelaaaaaa/Icons/Heather%20Marks/19.png)<br><strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong> (http://i2.listal.com/image/941022/600full-heather-marks.jpg)<br><em>Known Sparrow</em></div><hr><br>Marnie chuckled at Andy and looked at the band. She might look innocent and pure, but she didn't judge anyone based on looks. After all, look at Ms. Crane. She looked like a sweet little angel...but had the heart of Satan. Therefore, she had no problem looking past the make-up and chains.<br><br>"I like it. It's different, and most people in Castle Hill would never dream of wearing anything so daring."<br><br>She finished her meal and wiped her mouth before standing up and putting her hands on her ample hips.<br><br>"Well, unless you boys have other plans, I could give you the tour right now. Whattya say?"<br><br>Her face was bright and enthusiastic, but when she tilted her head, the barest glimpse of a seductive smile could be seen. Once again, this was on accident.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>12-04-2012, 00:59:55</strong>
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				Cristian went through every page of the book starting from the front and going all the way to the last one, even double checking the seemingly blank pages. However Lionna name, nor their last name ever appeared in its pages. It was another lead that turned up nothing which seemed to be a constant realization. When he came here Cristian knew it wouldnt be easy to find her but by now he expected something besides a few conflicting stories and a lead that didnt go anywhere. <br><br>After a few minutes he closed the book and looked over at her before he went upstairs to his room to take a closer look. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 02:00:31</strong>
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				<div class="floatleft">(http://i42.tinypic.com/ifzjvm.jpg) <br><span style="font-family: andale mono;" class="bbc_font"><em><span style="font-size: 13pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Elizabeth Varden</strong></span></em></span> <br>Known; Sparrow </div><br>As his footsteps went past, Elizabeth cooed down at the cat, scratching at the animal's ears. The purring feline rubbed against her, enjoying the attention. Reluctantly, she jumped down from the window and followed the man into his room, tail flicking back and forth as she sat on the floor beside the door, gold eyes following his every move. In the hall, the girl shook her head at the curios creature, laughing softly to herself. For a few moments, she lingered, staring out at the faraway trees. She wouldn't be able to go pick up her new jewelry for a couple more weeks. The Head Sparrow was the only one that could be trusted to leave during festivals, though it was extremely rare that she would.<br><br>Sighing, the girl turned away from the window and down the stairs. After signing a few papers behind the check-in desk and calling someone to come work the Inn, the left for the diner. Her long legs were the first to be seen inside the building, quickly taking her to the two girls sitting together. She slipped onto a stool beside them, smiling brightly. "Hello, girls! My name is Elizabeth. Welcome to Castle Hill! What brings you to our cozy little town?" Her smile was kind, but enticing, eyes moving over them as if much more interested in them than she should be.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>16-04-2012, 16:52:13</strong>
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				<strong>Andy -Visiting</strong><br>He didn't notice the seductiveness in the girl's smile but Andy did like to see her smile, it was kind and genuine something he wasn't used to. Andy stood up and returned the smile.<br><br>"Well I don't really have anything planned for today so let's go" ,he said.<br><br>The rest of the band members stood up and walked over to Andy. They made their way out the door and waited for Marnie to take the lead.<br><br><strong>Kristen Somers</strong><br>Kristen sat and continued to talk with her new friend Anna, she was really starting to like the girl. After ordering a refill on her coffee she noticed the woman sit down next to them. She was beautiful to say the least and when she spoke Kristen couldn't help but smile. <br><br>"Hi Elizabeth I'm Kristen, I travel a lot and had heard about the festival and thought it was something that may be fun to check out" ,she said in response to the woman. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>01-05-2012, 21:29:23</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i107.photobucket.com/albums/m318/Pamelaaaaaa/Icons/Heather%20Marks/19.png)<br><strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong> (http://i2.listal.com/image/941022/600full-heather-marks.jpg)<br><em>Known Sparrow</em></div><hr><br>Marnie smiled and nodded.<br><br>"Great! Follow me."<br><br>With that, she turned and walked out the door and across the parking lot.<br><br>"The town is small enough that you shouldn't need to drive much."<br><br>She turned toward the main town square and began showing them different landmarks and homes. She knew what year they were all built, anyone famous that lived there, any tragedy or unusual story, and any particulars they might like to know. She showed them shops, restaurants, the library and several other random locations before Castle Hill loomed high above them. Swallowing, she smiled uneasily and walked quickly past the drive that would take them up to the manor.<br><br>"That's Castle Hill...the house that the town is named for, but it's uninhabited and not safe currently."<br><br>Changing the subject quickly, she led them back to the diner and smiled.<br><br>"Is there anything else I can do or show you?"<br><br>She smiled kindly at all of them and tucked some hair behind her ear.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 15:05:01</strong>
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				Elizabeth smiled at the girl, holding a hand out to softly shake her hand. As her eyes ventured over her, smiling at the dark twinge she could see within her. "Well, I guess our little town isn't as well kept a secret as I thought it was, though I certainly can't complain." The comment was very obviously a subtle way of hitting on te dark haired girl, something that would make the mayor sneer. However, one thing that being a Sparrow had taught Elizabeth was to never discriminate; something she took to all aspects of life.<br><br>"How long are you planning on staying? We've got a great little Inn up the road, which I usually oversee, and I could give you a little tour if you've got the time." Her hand rested on the countertop just inches from the other's, a devious little smile playing upon her lips. The girl had a rare kind of beauty about her, something that the young Sparrow greatly appreciated.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 22:13:01</strong>
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				<strong>Andy- Visiting</strong><br>Andy followed Marnie along with the rest of the band mates, he listened to everything she said and made sure he didn't miss anything. When the tour finished and Marnie asked if there was anything else she could show them Andy smiled. <br><br>"No you've been extremely helpful thank you so much, although I wouldn't mind hanging out for a little while longer that's of course if your free" ,Andy suggested.<br><br>He was usually very open with people and didn't mind being straight forward. He stood and waited for her response taking a sip from a water bottle he had in his hand. <br><strong><br>Kristen Somers- Visiting</strong><br>Kristen smiled at the woman when she hit on her, it was subtle but noticeable and it made Kristen blush slightly. She finished her cup of coffee then looked back at Elizabeth then to the mayor who looked as if he were about to flip out. She giggled returning her gaze to Elizabeth yet again.<br><br>"I would love to go on a tour with you" ,Kristen said in response to the mention of the inn.<br><br>The young woman took hold of Elizabeth's hand that was mere inches from her own returning the devious little smile the woman had on her lips. <br><br>"I'm ready whenever you are".&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 22:25:40</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g8/color_me_envy/Heather%20Marks/0b94fcb3.jpg)<br><strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong> (http://i2.listal.com/image/941022/600full-heather-marks.jpg)<br><em>Known Sparrow</em></div><hr><br>Marnie smiled as Andy invited her to hang out with them, and she knew she'd take any excuse she could find to stay away from the other two Sparrows as long as possible. Besides, they'd look at it as "buttering up" the possible victims. She had no intention of bringing them to the house, but she could make that excuse. <br><br>"Yeah. That would be great, and I don't have anything to do tonight or even tomorrow."<br><br>She followed Andy wherever he chose to lead her, or waited for his answer.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 22:37:18</strong>
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				<strong>Andy- Visiting</strong><br>Andy smiled when Marnie accepted his offer, "Great well hmm what can we do next"? He said as he placed his hand on his chin. "Is there any place we can set up to practice? You can tell us what you think of the music first" ,Andy asked. He wanted the show they put on to be good and he always liked to hear the opinions of others before he did the actual live performance. The rest of the band member went back into the diner for a moment to grab a few cold drinks to go before they all set off to do whatever they decided to.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Clio</strong> on <strong>04-05-2012, 22:49:31</strong>
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				<div align="center">(http://i52.photobucket.com/albums/g8/color_me_envy/Heather%20Marks/0b94fcb3.jpg)<br><strong>Marnie Tarnish</strong> (http://i2.listal.com/image/941022/600full-heather-marks.jpg)<br><em>Known Sparrow</em></div><hr><br>She thought for a moment. About the only place big enough for that would be Castle Hill, and she wouldn't take them up there. Thinking, she tried to come up with another idea. She then thought of her grandparents' house. They were both deceased, but the family hadn't sold the house yet. After all, the actual population of Castle Hill rarely changed. So she and her family took care of it, but the large and old house (http://toadmama.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/10/IMG_4488_culpeper_house.jpg) was empty. It's main room was big enough for a band to set up, and it had pretty good acoustics.<br><br>"Actually, yeah. I know of a place. I'll tell your driver how to get there."<br><br>Smiling, she gave the driver directions and waited for the rest of the band to pile in.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 18:57:46</strong>
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				A soft twinkle appeared in the woman's eyes as she took the other's hand, weaving through the diner and out the door. She was sure the mayor had grumbled something under his breath, but ignored it and made her way down the street. "The town is fairly small, but the people are extremely friendly. I'll show you the Inn towards the end, so you can get settled. Down here," she turned towards a little shop, their hands swinging slowly between them, "is the twins' boutique. They're a cute little couple, but a dangerous duo. If you're not careful, they'll snatch all the money from your pockets with their saleswomanly charm." Grinning at the girls, Elizabeth dropped the Visitor's hand to step forward and press a kiss to the cheeks of both girls in a simple 'hello'.<br><br>"Ivy, Iris, this is Kristen, a Visiting friend of mine. Take a look around, sweetie. You may find a thing or two you like." Turning, she waited for the girl to walk off before looking at the twins. "I should be able to go into the city next week, after the festival ends; maybe even out to New York, if the old lady let's me. I've been nagging her for months, and if I promise to bring little miss Innocence along, she's sure to be ok with it. Apparel budget is double this time, thanks to the revenue so far, so give me a list and I'll see what I can do." Elizabeth often bought extra supplies for the boutique, finding that if she made the girls happy, they would great fully return the favor. Glancing over to Kristen, she couldn't help but smirk. The girl would be a perfect treat for the little monsters up the Hill.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>AlphaWolfQuin</strong> on <strong>07-05-2012, 19:41:41</strong>
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				<strong>Kristen Somers- Visiting</strong><br>Kristen listened as the girl spoke and continued to walk with her. When they got to the store Kristen smiled after letting go of the woman's hand, she made her way into the store and began to browse around. She found a few things she liked and decided to buy them, she figured she was here so why not pick up a few things to remember the place after she left. When she was finished she brought her items up to the counter and waited for someone to cash her out. <br><br>She walked back outside to Elizabeth after purchasing the items, "That is the cutest shop I've ever seen it reminds me of home a little bit" ,she said as she walked up to the woman.<br><br><strong>Andy- Visiting</strong><br>Andy and the rest of the band followed Marnie into the bus and sat down, "Do you want something to drink we have a lot of stuff on this bus from food to drinks to anything else" ,Andy joked. He smiled at the young woman then stood up and walked over to a small fridge that was in the corner of the bus, he grabbed a bottle of water and opened it taking a few sips.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Brandon</strong> on <strong>08-05-2012, 05:09:11</strong>
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				Cristian stood there in the doorway, looking back and forth for a moment as his mind thought about the quarters. <em>"One doorway into a small hallway. Thats a good choke point...a big window by the bed...only one way in and out of the bathroom..."</em> he thought as he walked toward the bed to set his backpack down.&nbsp; He stopped there and looked back toward the door, again considering how defensible the room was and it lacked a lot but then he realized that he was thinking he was back in Afganistan where you had to worry about snipers, bombings, and people trying to get into your apartment. This wasnt the case here but then with Lionna having disappeared he couldnt convince himself that this town was as peaceful as it appeared to be. <br><br>For the moment he sat down on the bed and got his laptop ready, intending to send the first email of his investigation. <br><br><em>Hi sis, I just got to town and started looking. Some people have seen Lionna but no one seems to have seen her since the day she stopped posting her status. One woman, a Ms. Crane says she was last seen with a couple other guys from out of town. Lionna was getting into their car with her friend but I dont think shes right...or maybe I just dont believe her. Lionna's not the kind of girl to go off in private with strangers and I didnt find any signs of her being where Ms. Crane said she saw her but maybe the most telling part is I didnt see any pictures of cute guys in her photos. I question whether they really exist. Maybe Ms. Crane made a mistake but something in me wonders could she be lying to me? <br><br>The biggest problem is this towns lack of law enforcement, Ms. Crane said the sherrif from their neighboring town would be here in the morning but I just cant wait that long. Its been three days already and if the worst has happened every second counts. Im going to start looking at the barns and basements on the outskirts of town. I think its the best place to start till their sherrif arrives. I will find Lionna and bring her home I promise you all that. So I better get started with my searching. Do me a favor, and pray for her. Tell mom and dad I love them and that Im looking but dont worry them with the details. I'll send an update on my progress once a day, if you learn anything let me know. <br><br>I love you, <br><br>Cristian</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>11-05-2012, 07:39:21</strong>
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				<em><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Twins-Known </span></em><br><br>Ivy whirled around when Elizabeth walked, more like strutted, through their store door. She grew excited, fairly bored with work, Elizabeth would surely add some sizzle to her ho-hum day. Walking to her, she placed a kiss back on her smooth cheeks, holding her tightly for a few seconds. Iris remained at the desk, a clip board and laptop sitting in front of her. Her fingers had paused in typing as she received a kiss, though her eyes were on the female whom Elizabeth had brought. <br><br>"OH! Elizabeth, you don't know how bored we've been, things have been a bit slow since its almost time to close." Ivy was speaking, a pained look in her eyes, she had yet to notice the new girl, her attention only for the one standing in sight. "New York?! Really? My, I heard its so big up there...... You're so brave, honey." She turned to her twin. "What do you think we need?"<br><br>Iris shook her head, having snapped back to attention. She had been focusing on the other girl, she didnt hear the conversation. A small frown played acros her full lips, and she looked at Elizabeth and Ivy.<br><br>"Right, stuff from New York." Pulling out a sheet of paper, she began to write neatly. "I've heard how great shopping in New York is. They say fashion is a huge thing up there. We could use some fabric, to start on our fall line for Times Two. I trust you to shop for us." She handed her a list of measurements, colors and types of fabrics they needed. "And, our sizes are on there, shop for us too?" <br><br>Ivy beamed, happy that her sister decided to get them something as well. She was about to speak when the new girl walked up. The twins offered smiles for her complement. Ivy stepped to her, looking at the items she placed on the counter. She then looked he up and down.<br><br>"How are you sugar? What's you're name?" She extended her hand. Iris gave Elizabeth a pointed look, as if asking a question.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>gsptGoddess</strong> on <strong>16-05-2012, 15:38:39</strong>
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				Elizabeth smiled brightly at Ivy, always enjoying the girl's excitement around her. An arm slimmed around her waist, keepin the girl close as they spoke. When Iris snapped out of her daze, the woman simply chuckled, lips close to the bubbly twin's ear. "Looks like she's got a thing for my new friend," she whispered, intending to get a reaction out of the girl. The list she was given was simply placed into her back pocket to be checked later, nods following the explanation.<br><br>When Ivy stepped towards Kristin, Elizabeth's arm loosened, hand brushing over the top of her rear to give it a swift swat before walking to her counterpart. "Simply a Visitor. You can do as you please before I give her up." The words were hushed enough so that the girl wouldn't hear them, but Iris would knew that to be the situation regardless. An arm rested on the counter as she watched the girls exchange greetings. Perhaps they would all go for a stroll later, since the shop would be closing.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Our Lips Are Sealed: Town of Castle Hill</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jassara Sunn</strong> on <strong>23-05-2012, 05:32:13</strong>
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				<span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size">The Twins-Known</span><br><br>Ivy giggled at Elizabeth's remark on her sister, knowing full well its truth. The light smack on her butt didn't shock her, but excited her a bit. She stood, head tilted at the stranger in front of her, awaiting a response.<br><br>Iris nodded at Elizabeth, already knowing what was intended for the girl. She knew Elizabeth spared her attention on those who benefited her.<br><br>"Do as I wish? Oh, you know I could never approach her...." She whispered back, laying a hand on hers. It had took awhile for her to open up towards Elizabeth, taking someone new would be difficult. "And if she's meant for them, is it wise to mess with her?" Her eyes went back to the girl, admiring her curves and looks. But, she quickly looked away, face bright red. Gathering her laptop and clip broad she smiled nervously, and did her best not to run away. She mumbled something about getting their things, before stiffly walking towards the back.<br><br>Ivy looked over her shoulder at her sisters retreating back. She sighed deeply, shaking her head slowly at Elizabeth.
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