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Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=737Empebepoul Azsju-Sajjatsjeul</a>
Wearing: White cami under a black vest, rather beat pair of jeans, no shoes, and hair braided under black fedora, worn black messenger bag.
Mood: :greyheart: - uninspired
Notes: Don't worry about the tornado stuff =P</span>
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</td></tr><tr><td><span style='font-size:8pt;line-height:100%'><div align=justify>Pen scribbling furiously at the pages, Em did her best to balance the journal with her right elbow and write with her left hand, her right hand was currently occupied with holding her hat on her head. It probably would have been better for her if she had put her hat in her messenger bag, or better yet, left it in Bhim, but she'd come up to Nyonge expecting the usual cool, but none too breezy weather. At this rate chances were the cottage she was renting out was going to be blown away. Shaking her head, the journal was closed and put in the messenger bag, quickly followed by the pen and after some thought, the hat as well. As she stood up, her braid, which she'd been sitting on, whipped around her figure, for a moment Em thought about tucking some of it into the messenger bag as well just to get it out of the way. Peering about for the path she had taken, she noticed another 'dragon, standing almost dead center in the valley, at least, that's what it looked like from where she was standing. Treading down some precariously balanced rocks she made her way towards the figure, who she could now see was a grey and green arden, he was writing something, what she couldn't tell, but he had to be crazy, there was a smile plastered on his maw and his eyes shone as he looked up at the sky then wrote something else down, Em walked a few steps closer.
<span style='color:ff0080'>'Scuse me, what do you think you're doing?</span> She yelled over the wind, rather direct, but it had to be. From what she had learned in school between the force of the winds and the colour of the sky it seemed like there would be a tornado.
The arden didn't look up, making her fairly certain that she hadn't been heard. Closing the gap between the two she tapped on his shoulder. The guy had to be crazy, even she'd had the sense to pack up and start heading out, and that was really saying something.
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