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                     Posted: Tue Sep 26, 2006 8:43 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            (This is a private rp for me and [x]Natty-Chan[x], between our Audios, mine Keme and hers Charlamagne.  If you wish to join, pm one of us and ask and we will include you in!)
  Keme was all for hanging out with the family, but for some reason, when it came to his own, he tended to just wander off into the woods and be by himself for a long time.  Currently he was seated under his favorite tree, notebook propped up on his bent leg, his boombox sitting on a tree root, playing some cd he borrowed from Moochi.  His mind wanders as he just seems to go off and write in his notebook, his ears flicking and not paying attention to what is going on around him.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:21 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Sitting outside in a tree, rather in the shop on a couch, Charlamagne could be found looking into the sky.  On her lap was the harp Charlie had lended to her to practice on and pinned to the tree trunk was the music sheet.  She had gotten relatively better, in fact, she didn't hit a sour note once when she played... especially since practicing at Darsh's home, though his come ons tended to make her mess up.  She shook the thought out of her head as she lifted the harp once again, tail waving softly as she slowly started to play the song, not even having to bother look at the sheet anymore, only having it just in case.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:24 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Keme's ears twtich and he lifts his head, reaching over to shut his music off.  Once it is quiet, he is sure he can the sound of some type of...instrument.  Closing his notebook and hiding it away, he stands up and follows to where the sound is coming from.  Looking up, he notices a figure sitting in a tree.  Not sure who it is, he decides to call up to them instead of climbing, "Hello?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:37 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Continuing to play her tune, unaware of anyone around.  Her tail continued to sway in rhythm to the song as she closed her eyes, getting sucked into it.  That is, until she heard someone say hello, causing her to miss one note.  She blinked before looking down to the bright male audio.  He looks familiar.  She thought before placing the harp onto her lap and waving.  "Hello there."         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:41 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Keme tilts his head, this female seemed awfully familar to him.  Where had he seen her before.  He decides to climb the tree up to get a good look at her, maybe it would jog his memory.  "Sorry if I startled you!  I heard you playing and so I came to see who it was!" he explains.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:46 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            The striped female watches as the other began to climb the tree.  As he got closer, she started to recognize him more, but not his name.  She remembered him being the one that saved her from the spider that one day.  She smiled at him and shook her head.  "It's quite alright.  I just didn't think there was anyone out here."  She replied.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 1:49 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Finally seating himself on a branch close by, he finally gets a good look at her and also recognizes her from that day and he scratchs the back of his head, "Your name is...Charlamagne, right?  I'm Keme!" he says, smiling now.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 4:26 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Upon him recognizing her, she smiled and nodded.  She sighed inwardly as well when he had given her his name along with it.  "It's nice to see you again Keme.  How have you been?"  She asked, carefully shifting her weight to move and dangle her legs off the side of the branch she was on.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 10:30 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Keme shrugs as he leans back against the tree, folding his arms behind his head, sighing a bit, "I've been pretty good, can't say much of what I have done really.  Just wandering around the forest, singing songs and writing in my notebook..." he says softly, peering up into the leaves of the trees.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 10:39 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Charlamagne nodded to him before looking to the trunk where her notes were tacked onto.  She carefully leaned toward them, stopping whenever she heard a slight creaking noise, making sure it wasn't from the one she was on.  She sighed as she finally managed to get her notes and put them in the folder she was sitting on.  "That's good.  At least you weren't getting yourself into any trouble or anything of the like."  She replied, settling down after she was done.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 10:42 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Keme chuckles as he shakes his head, "Trouble...not too much trouble, unless I venture into the city.  But ever since that....incident, well, I mainly stick to the forest or Moochi's house." he says, closing his eyes as he tries to repress a shudder about the near death experience, still seeing the headlights as they came at him         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 10:49 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "I haven't really ventured into the city.  Only the subburb where Nat is or to where Darsh lives... but I always get a ride from one of Nat's winged pets."  The spotted female replied, reaching up and rubbing her always drooped over ear.  Her tail flickered over the edge of the branch, still being careful of the creaking noises, but not making too much of a deal about it.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Wed Sep 27, 2006 10:53 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Keme's ears flicker up when he hears the creaking noise and he opens his eyes, looking to where it could be coming from.  He looks to her branch, but it doesn't look it is sagging or looks like it close to breaking, so he shrugs it off for now as he looks to her notes and her harp, "How long have you been playing?"         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 2:34 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            Charlamagne looked down to the harp, strumming the strings once.  She then looked back up to him.  "Well, for several months now... but I've been rather lazy about practicing though."  She admitted, bringing a hand up and rubbing the back of her head embarrassedly.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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                     Posted: Thu Sep 28, 2006 2:38 pm
		     
             
             
             
                    
                        
                            
                                                                    
        
        
        
			            "Really?  It sounded pretty good to me when I heard it earlier." he says, giving her a friendly smile and a nod.  He himself really didn't have an interest at playing an interstrument, he mostly just liked to sing.         
        
        
		        
		         
     
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