03-14-2010, 10:00 PM
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Table by Alli
Lol long winded thread is long winded D:
Anatoliy pulled a face. France was not one of those places that he wanted to end up. It was one of those European places that was simply crawling with the artistic, extreme liberals and all the manner of eclectic ilk. Paris, no doubt, being swarmed with the canines of the Parisians that were blessed with the virus, taking over where their owners had stopped. It was a daunting place to go and Anatoliy avoided big places; he was a rustic boy, loving smaller, close-knit places. He could live in a city just fine, but in a small town he would thrived. There was more to do in a small area, but in a city there was only supporting himself, not everyone else. Cities were fun, exciting, but the adreneline ended up winding down soon after. Anatoliy loved to learn about the places he visited; he was a born tourists to be honest.
Noting the look on his father's face, the Russo apologized,"Я обижал вас, папа. простите мне." Anatoliy was sure his other siblings were entirely alright and that they were doing well without their father to help them out. "Но я уверен они отлично где они в настоящее время." The mention of food reminded him of the growing ache for a good meal, and the beast his newly rediscovered family carried seemed terribly desirable. It looked like a very tasty creature and with a good cooking it would be prime. Then, father and sister carrying the meal, Anatoliy rushed to his sister's side, taking her load on his own shoulders. It was not too heavy and he was sure Liliya would appreciate not having to carry the thing. "Как вы знаете меня, папа. Отключение здесь построило вверх по моим мышцам и каждое действие делает меня голодным," answered the Russo, giving a reply to both of the older man's statements.
The walk toward what Anatoliy believed to be his family's home was not long, or maybe his elation was enough to make it seem like that. The light chattering that the yearling had been trading his sister halted abruptly when they faced the hotel. It was obvious this was home and all he could do was look at it. So they had stayed here? Когда вы думаете мы увидите Silas?
Anatoliy pulled a face. France was not one of those places that he wanted to end up. It was one of those European places that was simply crawling with the artistic, extreme liberals and all the manner of eclectic ilk. Paris, no doubt, being swarmed with the canines of the Parisians that were blessed with the virus, taking over where their owners had stopped. It was a daunting place to go and Anatoliy avoided big places; he was a rustic boy, loving smaller, close-knit places. He could live in a city just fine, but in a small town he would thrived. There was more to do in a small area, but in a city there was only supporting himself, not everyone else. Cities were fun, exciting, but the adreneline ended up winding down soon after. Anatoliy loved to learn about the places he visited; he was a born tourists to be honest.
Noting the look on his father's face, the Russo apologized,"Я обижал вас, папа. простите мне." Anatoliy was sure his other siblings were entirely alright and that they were doing well without their father to help them out. "Но я уверен они отлично где они в настоящее время." The mention of food reminded him of the growing ache for a good meal, and the beast his newly rediscovered family carried seemed terribly desirable. It looked like a very tasty creature and with a good cooking it would be prime. Then, father and sister carrying the meal, Anatoliy rushed to his sister's side, taking her load on his own shoulders. It was not too heavy and he was sure Liliya would appreciate not having to carry the thing. "Как вы знаете меня, папа. Отключение здесь построило вверх по моим мышцам и каждое действие делает меня голодным," answered the Russo, giving a reply to both of the older man's statements.
The walk toward what Anatoliy believed to be his family's home was not long, or maybe his elation was enough to make it seem like that. The light chattering that the yearling had been trading his sister halted abruptly when they faced the hotel. It was obvious this was home and all he could do was look at it. So they had stayed here? Когда вы думаете мы увидите Silas?