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Post by Meira Bennet on Jun 26, 2008 17:05:27 GMT -5
 Pepperoni and green peppers
Mushrooms, olive, chives,
Pepperoni and green peppers
Mushrooms, olive, chives.
Meira would never be able to express how much she hates mushrooms. Sure, she could survive olives and other stuff like that by picking them out and leaving them on the plate. She did not, however, hate olives and chives and anything else on a pizza [besides pepperoni, cheese, tomato sauce and pineapples!] more than mushrooms. She disliked it with a passion. She wrinkled her nose even at the word of mushrooms.
So as Meira got dressed, pulling on a yellow tank top and a pair of light, slightly warn jeans, she slipped on her flip flops and walked out the door. She had already had breakfast. It was about 12:30 already. In the afternoon, obviously. She had spent all of her morning in her pajamas, reading a book called Pride and Prejudice. She wasn't sure what to think of that book.. She walked into her kitchen, empty, as her bothers were both out, and her parents at work. She grabbed a quick drink of chocolate milk. Boy, she loved that stuff. She washed her cup, grabbed her bag, checked if her wallet was in it, and was out the door before her kitty could curl itself around her legs. If whiskers did that, she would never want to leave.
So she walked. She didn't have to go too far. Probably a half hours walk. Not that bad. It was cloudy, but not gray. The clouds were parted every so.. well, who knew what distance, but they didn't completely cover the blue sky above it. Her car lay in the side walk, just waiting to be used. She loved her car, but it was just so much money for gas. It was annoying, really. For instance, now, she was going to spend money on pizza instead of gas. That was better, wasn't it? Gas or Pizza. When you think about it, gas seems kind of gross. She shouldn't put it that way though.
So when she finally got there, the clouds were more dispatched, and the sun peeked by more so than earlier. Meira was a little disappointed. She preferred rain over over-heat. She could get pretty cranky when the heat was too high. Sunny days weren't all that bad though, if wind was supplied along with it. She pushed open the door that led to the pizzeria and ordered her usual pepperoni pizza. She loved pepperoni, more than any food in the world. She smiled at the girl behind the counter and waited for her lunch.
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bleh!
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Post by Ruby Alice Bertrand on Jun 30, 2008 6:41:50 GMT -5
Pizza? The thought had occured to her while pulling carrots out of the ground, when a question of how carrots would taste on Pizza had entered Alice's mind. The question, tossed aside, had triggered a craving, and one that Alice felt obliged to satisfy.
Tossing her gardening apron over the half filled basket of carrots on her right, she got up, dusted her knees a bit and went to change.
White pants, (unpractical, but pretty) and a comfy orange t-shirt, loose and decorated with beads at the hems, ending off with a straw hat, made up her change of outfit. Passing through her kitchen, she through her soiled gardening attire into the washbasket, and then crossed the white, slightly cluttered kitchen to a wooden bread bin to get the remains of a loaf of bread that was already developing a dry-ish texture. She would take a trip to the ducky pond after lunch, and feed the white, chubby birds.
Placing the bread carefully into her tie-dyed knapsack, she gave her hair a quick comb at the mirror by the door and with a flourish of keys, let herself out and locked the door.
A brisk walk set her on her way to the Pizzeria on the other side of the Island, and after abuot 30 minutes, she found herself at it's doorstep, already tired out. Well, the excersise was good for her.
Breathing heavily, she looked around, and spotted that one of the tables had only one occupant; a young girl. Alice was familiar with most of Tropico, but didn't remember having spoken to her before. It would be great to make a new acquaintance.
Hullo there, dear! Don't have a spare seat, perhaps?
A grandmotherly grin crossed her face; the girl looked like a sweet young thing. Alice indicated to the empty chair next to her. She hoped it wasn't being saved for anyone.
She also wondered if Steve had met the girl - grief, her Nephew had met, gone out with and cheated on half the ladies on the island. A real untamed soul he was.
She shook thoughts of Steve out of her head and turned back to Meira.
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Post by wowposter on Oct 4, 2008 3:00:49 GMT -5
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Post by wowposter on Oct 5, 2008 8:36:46 GMT -5
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