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Feb. 28th, 2012 12:09 amIf people weren't so clumsy, they wouldn't fall off when we land. Then there'd only be the stupid port-people to deal with. [Why aren't you people lashing yourselves down or something.] It hurt to breathe there. Why?
[Private to Jesse]
Did you go? [Did you die :|]
[Private to Jon]
The maester said he'd bring Nymeria back. [This is way more important than any of that port shit.]
[Private to Viserys]
Do you have a knife yet?
[Filtered to Castiel and Dean]
It was a stupid flood and I think you're both stupid. [Crushes. What are crushes. Humph. >|]
[Spam for Bones]
[She really didn't know what to think of port; it was strange, the people were stranger, and she hated songs and singing more than she ever had when she and Sansa were at Winterfell. It was easier to turn her thoughts to other things: to the promise of her nightwolf being returned to her. Arya made her way down to the infirmary, want waited near the door, slipping around against the wall, just watching for a long while. Watching was always easy, here. It was almost as easy to be unseen as it was on Braavos.
Eventually, though, she saw her warden disappear into his office, and though she waited for him to come out, her impatience got the better of her. She headed for the door, knocking and trying the knob.]
[Private to Jesse]
Did you go? [Did you die :|]
[Private to Jon]
The maester said he'd bring Nymeria back. [This is way more important than any of that port shit.]
[Private to Viserys]
Do you have a knife yet?
[Filtered to Castiel and Dean]
It was a stupid flood and I think you're both stupid. [Crushes. What are crushes. Humph. >|]
[Spam for Bones]
[She really didn't know what to think of port; it was strange, the people were stranger, and she hated songs and singing more than she ever had when she and Sansa were at Winterfell. It was easier to turn her thoughts to other things: to the promise of her nightwolf being returned to her. Arya made her way down to the infirmary, want waited near the door, slipping around against the wall, just watching for a long while. Watching was always easy, here. It was almost as easy to be unseen as it was on Braavos.
Eventually, though, she saw her warden disappear into his office, and though she waited for him to come out, her impatience got the better of her. She headed for the door, knocking and trying the knob.]
