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  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I twine my hands with his, "Yeah..."

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I smile, "We're adults now."

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [15]

    Okay.... Well, I'll be back later but not that much this weekend. Staying with a friend.

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I play with my hands and yawn.

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I sigh, "I'm bored."

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [15]

    Sorry. :(

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I smile and lean against him, smiling.

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I shrug, "I have no idea."

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I flash a smile in a thanks and take a sip of my drink.

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I watch him Leave before finishing my food and setting the plate on the coffee table.

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Randomosity Archive Re: The Lounge [15]

    Heading off.

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I nod and smile, "Ight."

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I smile, "It's better then my cooking."

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I smile before taking a deep breath and trying it.

    Oct 11, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Mount Olympus [4]

    Jackie I nod and open my eyes a little before sitting up and bringing the plate in my lap, "Will I die?"

    Oct 11, 2012


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien