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Outsiders Side Stories [Apr. 4th, 2015|02:14 am]
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Below are strings of side stories I wrote to go along with my super-long Outsiders Insert-Fanfic.

Most were writtem for fun, or the intention to create solid backstorie for my OC's. I hope you enjoy!!
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The Trio's Misadventures by rachel1987 [Jul. 22nd, 2012|12:18 pm]
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This is mostly a header for the short stories that I'm going to be posting here for the trio.

Here's a summary: This is a bunch of short stories that I'm writing about three of my
"The Outsiders" OCs. They are a group that like to get into trouble and never
want to be bored. They learn a lot about themselves through each other, making
them a tighter knit family


(oldest to newest)
The Trio
In The Hospital
At The Park
The Trio Redux
Puddles '53
Trick or Treat '59
Trust Exercise
The Family
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Peter Pan and the Pirates by rachel1987 and cowboy_slightly [Feb. 25th, 2007|01:17 am]
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[mood |amusedamused]
[music |something's coming // west side story]

Yes. Another RPG, just for fun. Except this one is for my favorite cartoon show, Peter Pan and the Pirates! Update when you are in an adventurous mood!

The chill of the morning air drifted around the small island like a cloud. The sun just rising in the east was bringing the island of Neverland to life. Birds in the trees were starting to wake, as were the creatures from the Neverforest. The Indian encampment was just starting to stir as the loud cry of a distant neverbird echoed through the dense forest. The shore was calm as the small waves crashed against the soft sand on the beach; bringing the tide out from the long night's deep tide. The pirate ship, The Jolly Roger, sat far out to sea and bobbed like a buoy on the rough terrain. Slight signs of life were blossoming all over the island and one person saw it all: Peter Pan.

His shadow chasing him on the treetops and through the clearings, Peter flew over the island of Neverland with the greatest of ease. He flew through clouds, teased the sleeping Volcano, and talked to the mermaids. Dashed through dark, dangerous caves and boasted about himself to the anyone who would listen. But today he had a different adventure in mind.

As he swooped through the small door to the underground tree house he woke Wendy, who was asleep by the fire.

"Hello Peter." She moaned, as she stretched out her arms and covered a yawn.

"Hello Wendy." He replied, as he awoke the Lost Boys, Tink, Michael -who was asleep in his baby basket-, and Samantha -the one and only Lost Girl-. "Wake up, everyone! You don’t want to miss a wonderful adventure today."

The group groaned as they sleepily got out of their beds and surrounded the breakfast table; helping Wendy get the plate and cups.

"An adventure?" Nibs, Peter’s second in command, said as he took a seat next to Peter. "What kind of adventure?"

"A wonderful one." Peter said, as he sipped from his cup. "One involving the Pirates."

The group cheered, as they loved to play tricks on the pirates. It was one of their favorite games.

"What are we going to do today, Peter?" Curly said, piling imaginary scrambled eggs on his plate. "Drop water balloons on them?"

"Of course not." John piped in, sounding harsh. "We are going to steal their flag, aren’t we Peter?"

"You’re both wrong." The twins announced, leaning back in their chairs. "We are going to sabotage Long Tom."

"Havent we slightly done those tricks before?" Slightly said, as he poured water into his cup; and was the only to do so. "I think it would be a better idea to have Tink cast a spell on the ship."

"Or pour sap on the deck and watch them get stuck." Samantha suggested, as she handed Slightly his vest and Curly his hat from the clothes line in front of the fire.

"What do you think, Tootles?" Wendy asked, trying to keep all of her boys from feeling left out of the conversation.

"I don’t know." He replied, after a few moments. "But I’m sure its going to be fun."

"And it will be!" Peter said, a smile spreading across his face after he downed the imaginary content of cup. "Today we are going to-"

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The Outsiders by rachel1987 and cowboy_slightly [Feb. 21st, 2007|05:50 pm]
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[music |america // west side story]

So, yeah. A The Outsiders RPG. Just for fun when we are in an Outsiders mood. XD Of which I am in right now! hehe

"Get up." Darry said, walking into their room and kicking the side of Sam's bed. Her bed was the closest to the door, and shook like an old fence in a strong wind. Her head shot up, looking groggy and confused.

"Rachel. Get up, now!" He said, walking over to Rachel's bed and hitting the wall over her head. Her eyes cracked open as she peered at him.

"I'm up." Sam replied, leaning up in her bed and stretching her arms wide. She rolled out of bed tapped Rachel's mattress with her fingers as she walked by.

"Breakfast is ready!" Pony yelled from the kitchen as Darry stalked out of the room, closing the door behind him.

Rachel grumbled as she got up and sat on the end of her bed. "Does he have to wake us up that way? It gets pretty irritating after a while."

"I know." Sam replied, walking to the small closet and picking out an outfit to wear. After getting changed, she went to make her bed. "But at least he doesn't yell at us like he does Pony."

"Pft." Rachel responded, searching for some jeans that were on the floor by her bed. "He might as well when he see's the grades I'm pulling in."

Sam shook her head, rolling her eyes. "At least it's Saturday and we don't have to worry about school." After putting her pajama's away, she grabbed her hair brush and brushed out her hair, putting it in a high ponytail.

"Girls!" Darry yelled, pobably from the kitchen table behind his cup of coffee and the newspaper. "Your breakfasts are getting cold. Get out here!"

"Coming!" Sam yelled, pulling on some socks and her tennis shoes. She straigthened her bed and turned for the door when Rachel said, "How can you live being so clean?"

Sam giggled, opening the bedroom door and noticing Rachel's messy side of the room. "No, the question is, how can I live with a slob like you?"

Rachel picked up her pillow and threw it at her, just as Sam closed the door behind her. She heard the pillow hit the door with a small thud and fall on the floor.

"Chocolate milk?" Soda offered as she sat down at the kitchen table. She shook her head and sat next to Darry, who didn't look happy. He was grumbling about something as he flipped the page of the newspaper over, picking up his mug of coffee and taking a long swig. She wondered how he could drink so much strong coffee and not be sick.

"Did you finish your homework, Ponyboy?" Darry snapped, throwing his paper down and picking up his fork.

"Uhhh... yeah. I just have a few more pages of Great Expectations to read." He replied, sitting next to Soda and serving himself a piece of chocolate cake.

"Finish it before you leave today." Darry said harshly, eating the egg off his fork and pointing it at his little brother. "I don't want your grades to slip anymore than they already have."

"What!?" Pony said, arching his eyebrows. "My grades are fine! Why are you always pushing me!"

"Pony." Sam whispered, her eyes wide. "Calm down."

Soda rolled his eyes and picked up a thick piece of cake, taking a huge bite out of the side. He chugged down some chocolate milk and got up from his seat, walking to the bathroom to go take a quick shower. He always hated to hear Darry and Pony fight.

"Hello, kiddies." Two-Bit announced, slamming the front door open and walking into the kitchen, ruffling Pony's hair. "How's life in the funny papers?" He helped himself to a beer from the refridgerator and grabbed a piece of toast from Samantha's plate.

"Same as usual." Pony replied, folding his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair, pushing his plate of food away.

"Anyone around here go by the name of Sodapop?" Steve said, waltzing into the kitchen as he combed his hair.

"In the shower." Sam replied, pushing her food around her plate.

"We're going to be late for work of he takes too long." Steve stated, grabbing a piece of cake and taking a seat on the kitchen counter.

"Hurry up, Soda!" Darry yelled, getting up from his seat and walking to the bathroom. "You can't be late for work."

"Why does he have to pick on me?" Pony said under his breath, slouching in his seat.

"Because it's his job." Sam replied, with a joking smile. A smile cracked on his face as he looked up at her.

Sam got up from her seat, picked up the deserted plates and put them in the sink, just as Rachel walked into the kitchen.

"Morning, Sleeping Beauty." Two-Bit retorted, noticing Rachel's entrance into the room. Her hair was slightly deshevled and she had a sleepy look in her eyes.

"Shut up, Two-Bit." Rachel replied, taking a seat and eating her cold eggs and toast.

The front door slowly opened as Johnny entered the house. He snuck into the kitchen and took a seat next to Pony.

"Hungry, Johnny?" Sam asked, cleaning the plates in the sink. He nodded, and mumbled a response. She smiled, walking to the refridgerator and getting some eggs and the butter. The radio flicked on in the living room, pumping Elvis Presley through the house. She heard the bathtub curtain slide open and Soda getting out. When she finished the eggs, she put them on a plate and made some toast. Then, she dropped the plate in front of Johnny, who looked like he hadn't eaten in the last few days. She looked at his arm, which looked as if it had a new bruise on it. He pulled his sleeve down to cover it, knowing she had seen it.

"Hey, Soda!" Steve said, hopping off the counter. He walked into the bathroom where Soda was drying off. He began to talk about some girl he saw on the way over and Sam quickly lost interest in the story.

"Almost ready, Soda?" Darry yelled from the living room. "We have to leave soon."

"Just a few more minutes." Soda replied, Steve following him around the house, continuing his story.

"So, what you kiddies want to do today?" Two-Bit asked, then chugged down the rest of his morning beer.

"We could play some football?" Pony suggested. "If the ball is still at the park."

"You have to finish your homework, kid, before you leave this house." Darry said, pointing at him as he walked through the kitchen. "And you two." He said, referring to Sam and Rachel. "Have you finished your homework too?" They both nodded, Sam not wanting to get into a confrontation and Rachel because she was drinking some orange juice.

"Good. And you better not be lieing to me, Rachel." He replied, throwing his shirt over his white undershirt. "I will find out on your next report card. And if they slip at all you will get a pounding."

"Yeah, yeah." Rachel retorted, leaning back in her chair. "I know. And it is all done. I don't see why you think I'm lieing to you. I-"

"Be quiet, Rachel." Sam whispered. "Don't!"

Rachel snareld at her, and was about to give her a piece of her mind when Aaron and Darren let themselves in. She got up from the table and rushed into the other room. They started talking immediately and seemed to forget Pony, Johnny and Sam were even in the other room.

Darry got Soda and Steve ready and out the door, shouting a few more orders as he walked out. He mentioned cleaning the house, putting the dishes away, and not getting into trouble. Also, he told Darren to stop dribbling that basket ball in the house.

"Okay, what happened to make Darry so bitter?" Rachel said, leading the boys into the kitchen. "Was he given salt except for sugar as a child?"

Pony laughed, shaking his head. "He's been like that. It's a Darry Curtis gene flaw."

Johnny picked his plate up and dropped it in the sink. He was his usual quiet self, but Sam felt there was something different.

"You okay, Johnny?" Sam asked, her eyebrows furrowed.

"Yes." He replied quickly. "I'm fine, just dandy." He was trying to hide in his jacket, which usually meant he didn't want to talk about it.

"Lets kick this popsicle stand." Pony said, trying to do his best Dally impression. He pulled out a cigarette and balanced it on his lips, lighting it before leading the group to the front door.

"But what about Great Expectations?" Sam asked, letting the door slam behind her.

"Darry can't run my life." He said, taking a long drag on his cigarette as he handed his carton to Johnny, who took one. "I'll do it later."

"That a boy, Pon." Two-Bit said, snagging the carton from Pony's back pocket. "Your finally catching onto my slacker ways." 

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Harry Potter 5 by rachel1987 and cowboy_slightly [Dec. 5th, 2006|10:40 pm]
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[music |as if we never said goodbye // sunset blvd.]

Summer vacation was growing longer with each day. The relief of no homework had long since warn off and Samantha was growing weary. She spent most of the day hanging around the house, trying to find something of any excitement. Kate had banned her from the phone a few weeks ago for talking long hour with Shawn. Even Atlas was growing tired of the lack of excitement from the Watson house.

"Who’s that from, Mom?" Sam asked. She was flipping through one of the many Quidditch magazines Robbie left around the house as she heard her mother let an Owl fly out the window. It had had a note tied around its ankle, which now sat open on the kitchen counter.

"It is from your Grandma Josie." She replied, reading a thick piece of paper. Sam could tell it was formal just by the wax seal.

"I have a grandmother?" Sam asked, growing more curious. She sat up in her chair at the kitchen counter and let the magazine fall closed.

"Of course you do." She replied, with a chuckle. "Grandma Josephine is your grandmother on your fathers side."

"What did she say? Is everything alright?"

"Yes, everything is fine. But we've been invited to the Watson Family reunion." She said, a smile spreading across her face. It had been almost fifteen years since she had seen her husbands family.

Her eyes grew big as she dropped the magazine on the floor. "Family Reunion?"

"Yes. You'll finally be able to meet your entire family." Kate replied. "It is a week from today."

That night at dinner, the Watson table was erupting with chatter. Everyone wanted to know all the details.

"Who's going to be there, Mum?" Robbie asked, his mouth full of mashed potatoes and gravy.

"Well, Grandma Josie and Grandpa Jeb. Your fathers two sisters and their husbands must be coming. You're fathers older brother and his wife. All their kids."

"And Nana, you're Great Grandmother." Mike said, his green eyes glistening with happiness.

"Where is it going to be?" Mel asked.

"Grandma Josie's house." Kate replied, as she took her husbands hand in hers. "The house where your father grew up. I think its about a seven hour drive from here."

"Are we really going to drive all that way?" Robbie said, groaning.

Mel elbowed him in the stomach. "Don’t be stupid, Robbie. We can't go any other way." She whispered under her breath.

"Yes, we are. It will be nice to see the countryside." Kate replied.

Sam stirred her mashed potatoes and gravy on her plate, disinterested in her food. Atlas sat on her lap, unknowingly to the rest of the family. Atlas wasn't allowed to sit at the table after she hacked a furball in Robbie's soup.

"So everyone start packing this week." Kate said, sounding like she was reading off a to-do list. "We need to get the car checked at the mechanics, wash all the clothes before packing, and telephone Josie to ask if we can bring anything. Oh, and Samantha, you need to get all Atlas' things together and cleaned. We have a lot of things to do before we leave Saturday morning."

The next morning she woke up earlier then she had the past few days. She stretched her back and yawned, noticing it was 6 in the morning. She rolled out of bed and grabbed her bathrobe as she walked to the bathroom. She took a long, cold shower before getting out, drying off and putting on her bathrobe.

She looked into the mirror, noticing how her mellow mood was effecting her. She looked thinner from not eating much food the past month. Her hair looked long and thin, and even lighter in color somehow. She was taller by a few inches, but not much.

Sam turned her back on the mirror, went back to her room and got changes into some jeans and a t-shirt. She grabbed her potions book and the essay she had started earlier in the summer, determined to get it finished this time. Her mother had gotten on her back about getting her homework done before they left on their trip, so she gladly started to finish her last essay. Unfortunately, it was for her worst class. She scratched out a few words, wondering how fish gills and wolf's bane had anything to do with one another.

It was nearly two hours later when she shut her potions book, finally finished with her essay. She let the ink dry as she cleaned her room up, then rolled it up, placing it on her bag at the foot of her bed.

The smell of breakfast crept into her room as she opened her door. She followed it to find her mother behind the stove, fixing pancakes. She took a seat at the table next to Mel, who was just finishing.

"Hey, Sam." Mel said, eating the last of her pancakes. "I have to head to work. The head of Hogsmead is coming in to see how the shops progress is coming." She got to her feet, delicately picking up her tool kit and going to the middle of the room and apparating to work.

"Eat up, hun." Kate said, as she placed a plate of pancakes before her.

"Mind if I call, Shawn?" Sam asked, pushing her plate in front if her father, who just sat down next to her at the table.

"You have to eat first." Kate replied, making another plate for her. "Then you can call Shawn and talk all you like."

When she got her plate in front of her she gobbled up her pancakes as fast as she could.

After finishing her pancakes she grabbed the phone and ran upstairs, missing Robbie by mere inches.

She threw herself on her bed after closing her door behind her and dialed the phone. Balina picked up on the other end.

"Hello? Balina Brisby speaking."

"Hello, Balina. Is Shawn around?" Sam asks, leaning over and opening her window to let the warm summer breeze in.

"Oh, hello Samantha." Balina replied. "Let me see if he's outside."
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Harry Potter 4 by cowboy_slightly and rachel1987 [Feb. 4th, 2005|09:17 pm]
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[music |neverland [piano variation] // finding neverland soundtrack]

Shawn was sitting in the bay window of his room, looking out over the yard. It was eight o'clock and Balina was making dinner. The sun had already set and Conor was already out on his usual spot: on the pillow of the bay window.

Shawn leaned against the wall, re-reading the letter from Sam. They had made arrangements for him and Balina to accompany the 3 Watson children to the Quittich Cup in the middle of August. Balina had pulled some strings at work to get another ticket, and she had also already reserved two spots on the camping grounds.

"Shawn, supper!" Balina called from the dining room.

He sighed and got to his feet. His feet hurt from chasing Dutton around the yard the morning before, and his back got a bit of sun from his swim in the lake. He made sure to close the door to his room, before heading down. Dutton was fond of breaking in while he was gone and tearing apart the bed.

He reached the dining room and saw that there were mountains of pots and pans all around. Balina had already dished him a plate and placed them on the table. Shawn had to step over a few of the feeding animals in order to reach the table.

"How was your nap?" Balina asked after they said grace.

"Alright." Shawn lied. "The sun can really ware you out."

Balina nodded. "Is Samantha coming to visit before the game? I wouldn’t mind if the three of them came over the day before, so we could get a early start the next morning."

"I'm not sure yet. Maybe I should call them up or something." Shawn replied, while pushing the mashed potatoes around the plate.

"Well, maybe. After all, I am paying those bills."

Shawn smirked and shoved away his plate. "May I be excused?"

Balina arched an eyebrow. "You haven’t eaten a bite! I haven’t seen you eat a meal in weeks. Is something wrong?"

Shawn shook his head.

"Your much to thin, Shawn. So, no. Eat up your food, then you can run away into your bedroom and ignore me for the rest of the night."

Shawn made a face as he ate a spoonful of string beans. He knew that he had lost a little weight since school, but he didn’t think it was so bad. Even though his clothes were a little looser than they were before...

"So, are you excited about the Quittich cup?" Balina asked, eating a bite of her steak.

Shawn nodded. "I’ve never seen a professional game before, so it should be loads of fun. Who will you root for?"

"Well... I haven’t decided yet. I think Ireland, but Bulgaria has good team members. I need to go shopping before we go. And while I'm shopping, I need to get you some new robes. You’ve lost so much weight, you’re going to need a belt or something."

Shawn rolled his eyes as he quickly threw his steak under the table. Dutton came in under him and picked it up quickly, eating it silently. "I don’t need any clothes." Shawn said, taking a bite of his potatoes.

"You’ve worn the same three outfits all summer long, Shawn. You need more clothes."

Shawn ate the rest of his food and washed his plate. "I don’t need anything, Balina."

"Let me be the judge of that, Shawn."

After washing his dish and half of the pans, he headed outside. He took a stroll through the yard and down to the lake. He stuck his feet into the water and Dutton came up behind him and grabbed the chain if the tag with his teeth.

"Hey hey hey!" Shawn exclaimed, grabbing the tag and pulling on it. Dutton quickly let go of it and sat next to Shawn. He petted him while running his feet through the water, sending ripples through the small lake.

He closed his eyes and breathed in the cool summer air. It was very different than the summers back in California. The air was always either cold or hot, and there always seemed to be a breeze that ran through the tall grass out back.

He felt something run against his toes and looked down, to see the fish nudging against his feet. He smiled and took his feet out of the water, before getting up. He walked through the tall grass and flowers behind the house, Dutton never leaving his side.

After walking for close to an hour, he returned to the house. The kitchen was cleaned up and Balina had already gone to bed. He looked t his watch as he walked up the stairs, seeing if it was too late to call Sam. It was 9:30 p.m., so it wasn’t too bad.

He closed the door behind himself and turned on the lights, before picking up the phone. He set up his painting set by the window and light a candle, before turning out the lights and dialing Sam's number. He loved to paint by candlelight, and he felt inspired by the fields outback.

He heard the ring of the phone on the line and a woman picked up. "Hello?"

"Hello, Mrs. Watson. May I speak to Samantha, please?"

"Oh, Shawn! Of course you may." he heard foot steps over the phone and a door open.

"Sam, its for you." He heard Mrs. Watson give the phone to Sam and she pressed the phone against her chest.

"Who is it?" she asked. He didn’t hear Kate answer, but Sam still spoke. "Hello?"

"Hey, Sam." Shawn's voice was pleasant as he spoke. He had begun painting the field out back and Conor purred softly from his pillow.

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an original rpg by cowboy_slightly and rachel1987 [Oct. 2nd, 2004|12:56 am]
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It was a warm day in June when the boat from Ireland docked on the shores of England. About a hundred Irish villagers were exported to their neighboring island because of their poverty. All that survived the 2 week journey walked onto shore, barely holding their own.

A tall man, around 6 feet in height, held to a woman as they walked. They both had red hair of longer length, and they both had hazel eyes. The woman was clearly ill. Her face was pale and she had a hacking cough.

“Don’t worry, Jenna.” the man said, his Irish accent strong. “I‘ll find ye a medic.”

The girl coughed and followed the man. They were both so thin compared to the English citizens. They were also filthy.

A few women started at the couple as they walked down the street. The man didn’t bother to look back. He read the signs above the doors. Many were bakeries, and a few were candle shops.

As they walked down the street, the man saw the stocks. He gulped as he walked by. He didn’t want to seem like he was staring at them, but he couldn’t help it.

Finally, he found the medic. He carried the woman through the doors and sat her down on a wooden chair, before talking to the woman behind the desk.

“Excuse me, ma’am,” he said, his accent sounding stronger than ever.

The British woman looked up. ”Yes?”

“This woman is ill. She needs to see the doctor.”

The woman glanced at the girl on the chair and looked back at the man. “Did you two just get off the boat?”


“I‘m sorry, sir, but we don’t serve your kind here. There’s a medic down the road that will take you.”

“Thanks you, ma‘am.” The boy said, before picking up Jenna and leaving.

He carried her light body half a mile before he found the medic she spoke of.

He walked through the doors and saw an empty room filled with chairs. The floor was covered with dirt and straw. The man arched am eyebrow and carried Jenna to the front desk.

“Excuse me.”

The man behind the desk looked up at them over his spectacles. “Yes?”

“A lass down the road told me to come here. She‘s ill. Has been for three days.”

The man looked from the girl, and back up to him. “Just got off the boat, did ye?”


“Then I don’t suppose you‘d have any money or belongings that you‘d like to give up for my assistance, do ye?”

The boy reached a thin hand into his pocket and pulled out two gold coins. “Its all I have from the journey.” He looked at the coins in his thin hand and put them down on the counter. “But I‘m willing to give it all up for her.”

The man thought for a moment, before nodding. “Very well. Please, follow me.”

The man stood up and walked through the doors. The man followed.

The room was dim and had a bed in the center of it. There were candles around the room and a desk as well as a few books.

He set Jenna down on the bed and the doctor rolled up his sleeves.

“M‘ name is Dr. Jack Fisher. And what be yours, lad?” Jack put a hand to her forehead and ran to the sink and got a wet wash cloth.

“Daniel McCray.”

“Then this is Mrs. McCray?”

Daniel shook his head. “Tis my sister, Jenna McCray. Short for Genevieve.”

The doctor continued with his work as he asked Daniel questions.

“How old are ya both.”

“I‘m 19 and she‘s not but 17 yet. Will be in a few months, though.”

“Where be your family, lad?”

“Back in Ireland. We were the only ones lucky enough to flee.”

“Aye, Ireland is in a sad spot now, isn’t it.” Jack said, before wiping his hands off on a towel. “What with the French taking over and all.”

“They haven’t taken over yet. And they wont, I reckon.”

Jack chuckled. “Then why did ya both flee? Just to come to England, I‘d wager.”

“Is she alright?”

“Oh, aye. Just a spell of water in her lungs. Fall over board, did she?”

Daniel shook his head. “No. But their was a bit of moisture in the air. Maybe she caught it from that.”

“Could be. But she‘ll be fine. Just needs a week to gather her strength. There’s a shed you two can take till ye get on yer feet.”

Daniel picked Jenna up and nodded. “Thanks ya kindly, stranger. I‘ll be sure to get out in not but a week.”

Jack nodded, before walking them to the shed. It was a small two bedroom flat, but he was happy to have it. It was clean and they had warm beds, which was more than he could have asked for.

Jenna was set on the bed, before Daniel set out to find work.

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.:. Welcome to rpg_freaks .:. [Aug. 27th, 2004|02:46 am]
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Hello and welcome to our little rpg community/journal. I am rachel1987 and I am the founder and on e of the moderators of rpg_freaks.

I am sorry to say that this is a VIEW ONLY journal. This was originally a community where people could join and rpg their brains out. But... with only 4 members, we decided to change it. So now, this is a journal in which people can read the various rpgs that we can produce.

Sorry, folks. If you dont like it, then you can pass right on by.

We are also currently going under a total re-vamp of the journal. Changing the look, icons, etc. Stay tuned for whats in store!

Thanks for stopping by and I hope to see you around.

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