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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 15, 2008 22:22:59 GMT
"Rockstar! C'mon boy, don't lie there!" Tamika gave both an inner and outer groan. Since Rockstar lived with Joshua, he was used to him and would do everything he said. As Tamika was just an occasional visitor, it gave the dog great pleasure to ignore what she said and lie in puddles of mud. She pulled, she coaxed with treats, she even flopped on the ground beside him but nothing would work. This is until he spotted a rabbit. Then he was off faster then lightening. "DAMMIT ROCKSTAR!" It appeared that he had decided to stop in the middle of a field. A bumpy field. A bumpy field that made Tamika fall on her face when the dog stopped running. "I hate you, really," she muttered, lifting her head from the dirt. She lay flat on the ground, the dog, for some reason, had lay down beside her. Being to lazy to get up, Tamika rolled over and put her sunglasses on. She closed her eyes, giving a little sigh and rolling her sleeves up. "Maybe I don't hate you that much, Rockstar..."
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Post by Isolde Moore on Oct 19, 2008 11:42:39 GMT
Isolde walked up the field. It was muddy and wet. It reminded her of Ireland. Wet all the freaking time. She wandered along and then stepped into a puddle. "Great, that's just great," the water sprayed everywhere as she shook her foot. With a sigh she walked on with her eyes closed. "Maybe I don't hate you that much, Rockstar..." she heard someone say. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked around until she spotted a girl lying on the muddy ground with a black lab. She was covered in mud. Isolde walked up to them but stopped a few feet away. She hesitated. "Erm, hi there," she bit her lip.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 19, 2008 11:55:22 GMT
After lying down and settling, Tamika had started to doze a little bit. Sleep hadn't been to great lately as there was this odd ghost called Malcolm pestering her about some hidden key, so she used every other chance she could get to doze. Muddy fields, classes... "Erm, hi there." She opened her eyes and blinked a couple of times. Was the voice real or had she imagined it? Sitting up, she looked around her and saw a girl standing near her and Rockstar. "Oh, hey," she smiled. "Lovely weather, eh?" She laughed.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Oct 19, 2008 12:00:57 GMT
Isolde chuckeled. "Yep, can't get enough wet stuff," she agreed. She went over to the dog and petted it. "What's it called?" she asked as the dog started to lick her hand. "Oh, who's a cute doggie?!" she cooed.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 19, 2008 12:04:43 GMT
Tamika raised her eyebrow as Rockstar licked the girls hand. He never did that with people, he was like, the epitomy of evil dogs when it came to new people. "Uh, his name's Rockstar," she replied, still confused about the dog being nice.
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Post by Isolde Moore on Oct 22, 2008 23:20:24 GMT
Isolde laughed (this had become like a reflex action to her). "Rockstar." she repeated out loud. "Does Rockstar play fetch?" she asked the dog more than she did to the girl next to her. She found a stick and threw it out as far as she could and within seconds the dog was bounding after it. "When did you get him?" she turned and sat down beside the girl.
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Oct 23, 2008 15:27:05 GMT
Tamika watched in aw. Why the hell won't he do stuff like that for me?! "Uh, I bought him like, 2 months ago, but then we didn't actually get him until about... 4 weeks ago," she replied, turning to face what seemed to be Rockstar's new BFF-er. "
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Post by Isolde Moore on Nov 15, 2008 19:50:24 GMT
"Hmm," Isolde's expression was mild and thoughtful, although she wasn't actually thinking anywthing. "He's very cute and friendly. Seems to be well trained too," Isolde laughed as the dog bounded back towards them covered in mud. It reminded her of Julian when he came back from where ever it was he went to back in Ireland. Where ever it was, it had been muddy. "Very playful too," she patted him as the dog collapsed on the ground between them wagging it's tail rapidly, "How old is he?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 15, 2008 20:17:33 GMT
"How old is he?" "Uh..." Tamika furrowed her brow and thought for a moment. She wasn't actually too sure, Josh knew all that jazz. She had heard something about an age but could she remember, no she bloody well couldn't. Frowning, Tamika tried to respond, "Uh, 2 maybe? I don't really know..."
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Post by Isolde Moore on Nov 16, 2008 12:28:15 GMT
Isolde continued to stroke the dog. "My name's Isolde by the way, Isolde Moore," she turned her head so she was facing the other girl. She wasn't postive but she felt like she had met this girl before, but knowing her she probably hadn't, just one of the many faces she saw around the school. "Where do you come from?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Nov 16, 2008 14:16:24 GMT
Tamika smiled in return after Isolde introduced herself. "I'm Tammy Dombrovski." Isolde, that's an interesting one... She reached her hand down and scratched Rockstar's head. "I'm from Russia. I presume you're from Ireland?"
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Post by Isolde Moore on Dec 4, 2008 16:53:15 GMT
Isolde smiled at Tamika. "Your presumption would be correct," her voice was soft and velvet like. The dog was getting irritated now that they ahd stopped giving it attention. "So how long have you been at Orchid for then?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Dec 4, 2008 18:23:34 GMT
"Aw cool," Tamika smiled, "What's it like there?" Isolde's question about when she had arrived at Orchid Hill stopped her for a moment, she hadn't actually thought about how long before, "Um, 14 months? 15 maybe? Around that time frame anyway. How about you?"
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Post by Isolde Moore on Dec 4, 2008 18:32:29 GMT
"Well, excluding the summer hols...9 months and 2 days.." she replied happily. "Ireland is very...green, wet and cold and boring. It's got a beautiful landscape though and lots of beautiful places to go for a stroll, all in all, it's actually quite nice," she concluded. "What about Mother Russia? What's it like?"
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Post by Tamika Dombrovski on Dec 4, 2008 18:46:24 GMT
"Ireland sounds lovely," she smiled, scratching Rockstar's head again, "Russia is..." Now this would be fun. She could lie and fulfill some stereotypes for fun, or she could be truthful and make herself ridiculously homesick. "Russia is utterly stunning, despite being far too cold. It has some of the most beautiful buildings you'll ever see and so many hidden treasures," she sighed, happily thinking of home.
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