Scars are souvenirs (Jarl Tiberius and Elayne)
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				Title: <strong>Scars are souvenirs (Jarl Tiberius and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>15-06-2008, 22:26:19</strong>
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				Peter Smith just reached to the guesthouse wearing same old ragged blue color jeans and the black jacket which is so old that it looks like dusky now, same pair of cloths he wore when he first came to the town looking for a job. Cursing the bloody table clock which failed again to set off the alarm on the right time…..has often thought to replacing the dam clock but the laziness seems to win every time. He waves his hand in the air acknowledging greetings, seems like everyone knows him…….well of course working for small travel agency in the small town for last 2 years. <br><br>With a parched throat he walks to the woman who is waiting for last half an hour. Paramount is to welcome the guest to this paltry but a paragon town, that’s what he is getting paid, not much but enough for the 3 meals and a bottle of cheap rum. He is a pleased man. <br><br>“Good morning Ma’am….I will be your guide. I will panoply the panoramas of the land, which some parity with heaven itself and of course, I am a partisan myself. I hope my services will be worth of every penny you paid, My name is Peter Smith and it’s a pleasure to meet you” he concluded the same old welcome script he is plunging from last 2 years.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 01:32:55</strong>
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				Corinne sat in the guesthouse she had rented in the small town of Akila, just north of Cairo.&nbsp; A small cup of tea sat before her, patterned with blue leaves on a gold trimmed saucer.&nbsp; She sipped her cup of tea, then adjusted her dark horn rimmed glasses around her hazel brown eyes.&nbsp; After waiting for nearly 30 minutes - thirty! - she was growing quite fed up with the hospitality of the travel agency.&nbsp; Maybe it would have been better if she vacationed in Cairo itself, but that seemed to touristy.&nbsp; She wanted to get a real feel for the place after all.<br><br>Finally, the representative of the travel agency arrived to welcome her.&nbsp; His clothes were worn, which made her crinkle her nose in slight distaste.&nbsp; People should strive to make a good first impression after all.<br><br>She stared at him for a moment as he finished his introduction, rhythmic and rehearsed.&nbsp; "A pleasure," she finally said in reply, cool and polite enough.&nbsp; Then she lifted her hand, extending it towards him to shake hands.<br><br>"I'm looking forward to seeing the real Akila," Corinne told him in an even voice.&nbsp; "The tour brochure looked quite... promising."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>16-06-2008, 15:05:38</strong>
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				“Yes ma’am…..the brochure is as promising as your guide, the agency tries to keep up with our potentials and I promise you this trip will be nothing like you have ever seen.” Peter chuckles at Corinne and raises his hand as well…<br><br>“There is a valid reason why the agency decided Akila as a beginning point….in north east we have Khutu, Giza, Menkaure and Sphinx, in west we have Bent Pyramid and in south Hawarra and my favorite…the hill of jasmine…I bet you have never heard of it” Peter smiles softly and takes a seat next to Corinne and in a while a waiter visits with a glass of juice…He is quite a regular and dear in this area.&nbsp; &nbsp;<br><br>“Shoo kran, keef halek” He greets the waiter <br>“Kowaies, keef halek” The waiter replies politely. <br>“Kowaies Kateer” He smiles politely in return as he takes the glass.<br><br>“I am a British Man who speaks Arabic… they love Me…..” Peter smiles wide looking at her and gulps the fluid then slides the empty glass on the table.<br><br>“I hope you had your breakfast…we should be moving!” Peter looks at her wondering.&nbsp; &nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 00:48:59</strong>
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				Corinne finishes her cup of tea and then delicately places the cup back on the saucer.&nbsp; She eyes her guide discretely eyes her guide for a moment.&nbsp; The Egyptians seem to recognize him as a regular and he seems to speak the language, which are both points in his favor, she supposes.<br><br>"No, I haven't heard of the hill of jasmine," Corinne replies.&nbsp; "What is that?" she inquires curiously.&nbsp; She wants to see exotic Egypt as the natives see it, not just the tourist experience that she could get from a Post Card or guide book.<br><br>She finishes up the last bit of her bagel and then picks up her napkin, wiping her mouth, before setting it on the plate.&nbsp; "Yes, I'm finished," she announces, fumbling with her purse to pull out a few of the unfamiliar shekels used in Akila, setting a few of them on the table as a tip before she rises to go on her tour.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>18-06-2008, 16:26:06</strong>
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				Peter smiles gladly at Corinne, mostly travelers are confused and complaining. They always jumble up their plans and end of the day blame him or the travel agency for the laggings and their dissatisfactions. Finally someone mature…Peter sighs in relief.<br><br>“here……that’s our jeep” after Corinne finishes her coffee Peter leads her to the dark green open Wrangler which is parked right in front of the guesthouse next to the No Parking sign board, reflecting his quite blunt and prominent personality in the area.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br><br>“Hill of jasmine….its nothing of a famous place though, actually it’s a dried out hill but it’s quite famous in Akila, so famous that we have a folk song about it…..” Peter elaborates and gets on the driving seat and waits for Corinne to make herself comfortable. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 19:27:14</strong>
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				Corinne rises and dusts off her hands, shouldering her purse as she follows her tour guide out of the guesthouse and towards a big green jeep that is waiting for them.&nbsp; She moves around the jeep to the passenger side, opening the door and hopping inside.<br><br>Taking a seat on the passenger side, Corinne drops her purse in her lap as she takes the seat belt and struggles with it slightly before tugging it across herself and buckling herself in.&nbsp; "A folk song?" Corinne inquired politely, not super interested against the more spectacular displays of the bent pyramid and the sphinx, but not uncaring either.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>21-06-2008, 21:46:04</strong>
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				“Yes a folk song….a classic” Peter answers her with a grin and twists himself in front on steering to make sure if Corinne is all set, he takes good stare at her…from her shoes to her dress. Peter slips the key in ignition only after he is convinced about Corinne safety.<br><br>“Seat belt please…that’s essential here, at least when you are with Me” Peter requests her with even a bigger smile as he draws his seatbelt on and pulls the car on the stony road, the jeep starts to bounce up and down before it reaches to the main road…which is quite smooth, he turns to Corinne and chuckles “welcome to Akila.” <br><br>“Well the hill of jasmine……its just a few miles away….and there is an Arabic song…more like a story actually, it’s about a barbarian and his women, sad but people say its true…” Peter pulls out a local brand cigarette pack and draws one on his lips and try to find the lighter in the front pockets of his jacket.<br><br>“I hope you will not mind if I smoke, will you?” Peter looks at Corinne as he realizes his courtesy for the guest.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>25-06-2008, 04:00:43</strong>
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				Corinne's mouth twists in a small moue as the jeep gets underway.&nbsp; She's used to smoother streets and more luxurious cars.&nbsp; She folds her hands over her purse, her cream coloured skirt rustling around her legs as she shifts her hips slightly in the jeep's passenger seat, looking out the side window at the passing town.<br><br>"I'd prefer you didn't, or at least keep the smoke away from me," Corinne replies evenly, wrinkling her nose slightly at the sight of the cigarettes, a nasty habit of which she disapproves.<br><br>"Which site are we going to visit first?" Corinne asks curiously as they drive through the town, with its adobe buildings.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>28-06-2008, 19:06:36</strong>
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				Peter paints a mock annoyed grin on his face and slides the cigarette back in the pack guiding it to his pocket.<br><br>“I don’t mind…it’s a bad habit anyway, trying to quit but …” Peter ends his sentence with a silence as he tries to concentrate on the traffic.<br><br>“Its really a pain…isn’t it, there are no traffic rules and the roads…we can’t even call them roads…” Peter chuckles as he notice her uncomfortable and tries to compose her. <br>“But this will be your best holidays…you don’t have to doubt about that at all.” <br>&nbsp;<br>“As you wish…we can visit any of the sites, you are the one who’s paying. I don’t care much about the agencies tour brochure.” He answers her with a grin.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>04-07-2008, 21:01:27</strong>
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				Corinne nods approvingly as he puts away the pack of cigarettes.&nbsp; She turns to look out at light traffic on the road, a few jeeps and cars and a good portion of pedestrians.&nbsp; <br><br>"Well, I hope so," Corinne replied to her tour guide.<br><br>She thinks it over for a minute.&nbsp; Of course, she really doesn't know to much about Akila or what sites would really be the most interesting to visit.&nbsp; So, she decides to trust Peter.&nbsp; "Which do you think is worth seeing first?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Scars are souvenirs (Lord Raven and Elayne)</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>05-07-2008, 18:54:24</strong>
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				“Well my lady, all those places are worth seeing first. Quite magnificent! Like marbles maybe better. And of course there is no way you can see all of them today itself. I think we should start with the closest first and that is hill of jasmine…there is a quite a story behind it.” Peter chuckled looking at Corinne. <br><br>“That’s a nice dress you are wearing…though flirting with a guest is against our policies but I really don’t care.” Albeit a guide in a distant part of that world but still a man and blunt enough to value beauty.<br><br>Peter rarely slowed down the jeep in the traffic; it seemed like a text book to him. When…where seemed so obvious. He drove around streets for a while then turned the car to a highway leaving the traffic behind and it leads them to a mountain region. A place which is seldom green and mostly desert but quite a daze, the horizon seemed so clear with the dim birds trying to conquer it, not aware that it’s only an illusion.<br><br>“I am aware that you are from states, but which one to be specific?” Peter wonders as he gazed at her.
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				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>09-07-2008, 02:21:37</strong>
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				"Yes, well, I look forward to seeing it," Corinne replied, wondering about the story, which he referenced a second time, though he had yet to elaborate on the tale.<br><br>Corinne seemed startled and perhaps a bit taken aback as he bluntly announced his intention to flirt with her, regardless of the rules.&nbsp; She blushed slightly, turning her head to look out the side window of the jeep at the city.&nbsp; &nbsp;The streets were narrow and winding as he weaved in and out of traffic, apparently knowing where he was going.&nbsp; It was hard not to adjust her blue summer dress and jacket at his compliment.&nbsp; She resisted the urge to check her hair as well.&nbsp; After all, she was definitely in shape and shapely and it wasn't like men hadn't complimented her before, if somewhat more obliquely for the most part.<br><br>"Massachusetts," she replied, again off guard as he slalomed back and forth between topics, much like his style of driving.<br><br>The highway became a sandy trail, desert sand and hard rock.&nbsp; "Is.. is this it?"
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>12-07-2008, 13:40:13</strong>
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				“Massachusetts…hmmm that sounds like a great place. Like all the royal families living together. Not sure why but it sounds like they still wear kind of medieval cloths there, don’t they?” Peter chuckled at Corinne, quite amused when he saw her blush. Where ever she was from but she was still a woman, craving for attention. And Peter had always been lucky with women or maybe it was all those playboy tricks of his. Peter knew how to handle them and knew it well.<br><br>“Well we are almost there.” Peter nodded as he turned the jeep to the right once and drove for a mile. Suddenly he pulled the breaks as the jeep reached close to a big dried hill.<br><br>“That’s it; this is the Hill of Jasmine.” He smiled politely and jumped out of the jeep. He gazed up at the hill and walked to the other side of the jeep and raised his hand for Corinne.&nbsp; &nbsp; 
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				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>14-07-2008, 08:16:11</strong>
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				"Massachusetts is in the north, we're pretty modern there," Corinne replied.&nbsp; It seemed like to most non-Americans, America was divided into four parts, New York, Texas, Hollywood and the Deep South.&nbsp; For some reason, people always seemed to assume that because she wasn't from New York or Texas, she must be a southern country girl.<br><br>She reached up, taking his hand and letting him held her out of the jeep.&nbsp; She brushed off her dress, straightening it and surreptitiously adjusting it, being careful to be discrete as she did so.<br><br>"So, this is it?" Corinne asked quizzically.&nbsp; Looking over the dried hill, it didn't seem like anything that would be the source of legends, certainly not when compared to the Sphinx.
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>18-07-2008, 06:30:06</strong>
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				“I was only joking….” Peter chuckled at Corinne noticing a bit of annoyance in her tone. He was smart enough to quit what might get him in trouble. Though he personality was alike a rebel but of course there were protocols.<br><br>“Yes, this is it…”A smile painted across his lips as Corinne brushed her cloths.<br><br>“You don’t seem pleased, that may be you haven’t felt his presence yet, I mean the barbarian….” He smiled giving her room to straighten her cloths.<br><br>“We must climb this hill….will take us like half an hour!” Peter started walking ahead leading the way.&nbsp; &nbsp; <br>
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				Post by: <strong>Elayne</strong> on <strong>21-07-2008, 13:44:19</strong>
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				"I'm not really dressed to climb anything," Corinne groused, putting her hand over her eyes for shade as she looked up the hill, judging it's steepness.<br><br>After a momentary pause, she decided she probably could navigate the incline in her heels without toppling over, so she followed after Peter, choosing her steps carefully as she held on to the skirt of her summer dress, making her way up the hill.
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				Post by: <strong>Jarl Tiberius</strong> on <strong>23-07-2008, 19:02:01</strong>
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				“Don’t worry…I am here.” Peter chuckled and turned around to make sure if she was following him. <br><br>“So Corinne…there is statue up there. The statue of the barbarian, it’s something around two thousand years old…well that’s what they say but it’s so alive…like a real person.” Peter stood on his spot for a while waiting for her to slip ahead.<br><br>“They say that he was an immortal and he was in love with a beautiful woman but she betrayed him…they say that she was an assassin who was sent to kill him but he found out.” Peter gasped and then continued with the ancient tale.<br><br>“So he sacrificed himself for love and turned into a stone. Quite impressive, isn’t it.” Peter slipped his hand on her back as she was struggling with her cloths…
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