Mar 14, 2014
falconscaptain replied to your post:I have a mystery for you. 11 woodcutters work in...
Don’t you have any other data? Interrogation? Fingerprints? Blood sample?
No, that's the catch. You have absolutely no other data.
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falconscaptain replied to your post:I have a mystery for you. 11 woodcutters work in...
Don’t you have any other data? Interrogation? Fingerprints? Blood sample?
No, that's the catch. You have absolutely no other data.
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Some birds were singing that you've missed me, sis.
You!
*slaps you in the face*
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Good, so can I annoy you for a bit?
Not that bored, brother. But yes, you can stay.
Why someone send you lovesongs lyrics?
Wish I knew.
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Adventures with the Smuggler
Stride leaned against the bar, her good pulled up over her head, hiding most of her features from the world. She wore black robes, robes that mimicked those of the Jedi. Against her hip, hidden from the world by her outer cloak were two light sabers. One was the traditional Green, the other her personal Red. Stride Kinsift was a Sith Lord, one highly sought by the Rebellion. She was in Mos Eisley to look for a ride, a famed smuggler by the name of Han Solo. She turned back to the crowd, gazing over them, a drink in her hand, and her ears open for the mention of his name. Her golden eyes scanned the faces of the cluster of species that mulled around, talking in hush tones, laughing, or listening to the music.
*pokes you*
*pokes you back* What do you want?
Lana & Han
~Normally
"You're stupid and reckless!"
"Don't try to lecture me!"
"Fuck you!"
"Well fuck you too"
~When one of them is harassed
"Do you want me to hold your jacket?"