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Dec 31, 2006 17:14

Week Name/Date/Time: ‘Natural Disaster’ / Friday, 17 February 2006 / 3:09 PM.
Location: Grounds, Courtyard
Open To: Thatcher
Currently Involving: Troy

So. Maybe things were looking the slightest bit up. He'd spoken to Lolita as well as Hanna, had a week to chill out and get rid of his mardy, and all-around, Troy was feeling a lot better. He'd meditated ( Read more... )

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cthatcherhale January 1 2007, 01:38:13 UTC
Oh, Frogley.

Hmmm, some time since last he saw his mate, in all actuality. Last time.. fight... blood.. bruises... mentioning of Avis... oh, and Lolita. Yes, lots of Lolita. He seemed to remember fleetingly something about making an ass of himself and both his mates during the fight aftermath, while properly pissing Lolita the bloody hell off. He was good at that, actually. Pretty bloody damn good. Hm ( ... )

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frogleygoof January 1 2007, 01:55:33 UTC
Muscle powerhouse? Troy couldn't say he wouldn't be terribly happy about being considered that. Of course, he never saw himself as such. Also, he couldn't deny that part of the reason for his Friday jogs was perhaps to pick up on birds ( ... )

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cthatcherhale January 1 2007, 02:03:37 UTC
"S'not morning?" he replied, still trying to catch his breath. "Reckon I've been out running longer than I thought. Swore the sun had hardly rose when I stepped out ( ... )

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frogleygoof January 1 2007, 03:12:20 UTC
Troy grinned and laughed, "Bloody 'ell, mate! I'll have to step my own game up a bit, shall I?! If I'd have known you were a Marathon Man, I wouldn't have challenged you so easily!"

His brown eyes furrowed the slightest bit, hearing of Lexi. "Ah, Lexi now? Lovely girl she is, great company. Told her I'd help her with Egyptian hieroglyphics the other week, care to join us?" he jokingly asked. "She's a good enough excuse for slacking on the ol' fitness, I say."

"I wouldn't give up that easily, Hale. I'll go easy on you," Troy grinned, jogging down to the other side of the courtyard, with the ball. "Two people is FAR enough to get a good scrimmage in. 'S all in the effort, it is! Sportsmanship at it's best! Adversity!" he called out, trying hard to think of just about any other manly, athletic synonym his brain could come up with.

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