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Afternoon Lunch at the local Supper Club

  • Oct. 9th, 2008 at 12:31 PM
saiyuki, cho
*Johannes walked down the main street of Sedona. He had a happy smile on his face and carried his books with him. He grinned some as he headed up to the resturant and walked in. Inside he searched the tables to find Cecile. When he did spot her he hurried over to her table and bowed some.*

I hope I'm not too late Miss Cecile. I hurried here as fast as I could.
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School Days, a penny saved

  • Oct. 3rd, 2008 at 12:52 PM
saiyuki, cho
*Johannes threw open the doors of the school the following day. The air was sweet and full of the tinge of fall. The trees and such were starting to turn, and he was happy to have such air waft through his classroom. He rushed about preparing the class for the students and his early morning lessons with Miss Cecilia. He flushed some thinking about that but calmed himself. Lessons were first, she was an attractive young woman, but he was a gentleman, and knew priority and decorum. He was a teacher first and formost.*

*Finishing fixing his room he sat down to read a bit. As he reads he hears footsteps on the floorboards to the porch. He looks up and sees you.*
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Death does not become a man.

  • Sep. 29th, 2008 at 2:19 AM
fire, Ready, aim
This morning I was in for a shock when Mr. Applegate raised his gun at me. The fact that he did so with out provocation leads me to believe that there is something highly troubled about that man. His comment at the thought that a book can not kill you, seems to speak to the idea that he is more a man of action, and would more happily fire his weapon rather then use words to calm the conflict.

I do hope that he does not cause more trouble in the town. He's rather a bully.
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Thoughts of life swirling in my mind

  • Sep. 26th, 2008 at 11:27 AM
green
Dear Professor,

It's been several weeks since I last wrote to you. The weather since we last spoke took a turn for the worst. There was a large sand storm that blew through the town, rattled the windows and doors. I believe that it actually busted the arboretum's glass and weakened it's structure. A rather depressing thing. I swear that the city needs that building to survive. The thing is the people here are smart and kind, but the world doesn't seem to care much about it. The sheriff is a strong person, and wise for her age, I think she's seen a lot in the time she's been sheriff.
I have acquired a new student though. A miss Cecile. She seems very smart and clearly wishes to continue her studies. I still have many people to meet. I have met the gentleman Mr. Applegate, though I don't really know what to make of the treasure hunter. What is there to say about him that has not been said already? The  gentleman in charge of the Arboretum is a kind man, I really do hope to make friends with him. There are others too...I must get to know them better.

That being said I do hope you will write back and tell me of what's happening with my sister and family. How are they and how are you my kind dear friend.

Yours
 

Johannes.

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Richard Micheal Applgate, a strange name

  • Sep. 24th, 2008 at 9:39 PM
I really like you

Today I met a curious fellow, a treasure hunter, that's what he called himself. I'm not sure what to make of him. He's quiet and polite at times, then at moments I can see anger burning in those eyes of his. It really makes me worried that somehow he'll wind up hurting someone. But the sheriff I know can handle him. She's one of the best I've seen, and rather cute as well. I just hope nothing bad happens. She's been down lately. I'm not sure why, Miss Jane Wilson Winchester is a startlingly honest woman, one that tends to be there for those that need her, but as for her own life, well I'm never really sure.  
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