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[lalaith_]

::as she has had quite enough of sitting locked up in a cupboard with weirdos strange people like Eol and Orome, Lalaith decides to flee the horrible confinement by slipping out of the congested space in the dark of the night::

...

::unfortunately, she trips on a tree root or a drunken elf and spectacularly rolls down a side of a hill

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[bastard_irmo]

*is wandering about aimlessly, stoned*

[lalaith_]

::expects yo to pay attention to her!::

Uhmn...

::clears throat and stares at you, picking out a leaf from her hair::

Excuse me? Mister? Hullo?

[bastard_irmo]

*perks up*

Huh? What? Where?

[lalaith_]

::crosses arms while lying down with quite a bit of difficulty to try and look imposing in her less than stellar state::

Down here. Hi. Help, please?

::makes a ridiculously pleading face::

And can you please wash your hands before you help me up? You look grimy. >.>

[maitimo]

((omg romola garai <3))

[lalaith_]

[She's gawjiss! :D]

[maitimo]

((Agreed, totally!))