Born and raised Scotland and travelled extensively. Duke of Argylle in exile, Earl of Primbroke, Knight of the White Lion, Former Colonel of the Caledon Militia.
Now living in New Babbage with his beloved wife Christine.
Traveller and explorer, Owner of the Seraph Club in Cassandra City, and the Sphinx Club in New Babbage. Flying enthusiast and Second Life clothes horse
*giggles* If you ask me, he looks like a vigilante freedom fighter....the kind that strikes against the secret police types! Did you catch his name, by chance?
I think he may have been looking for me! :) I met V last November, when he came by my residence in Caledon on Sea. He helped assist me with setting up a fireworks display to honour Mr. Guy Fawkes. He didn't stick around for long, he muttered something under his breath about being pursued by "fascist oppressors". He gently took my hand, bowed graciously, and bid me farewell and said we would met again. *swoons* I was wondering when he would show up! :)
Let us hope against hope, that out there in the darkness, behind the closed doors of civilised Caledon society, no one is low enough to be indulging in (gulp) 'amateur dramatics'.
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Perhaps he was simply looking for the local amateur dramatics troupe?...of which Caledon is bereft...oh dear...
Amateur dramatics troupe we have Miss Schnabel. They're called C.H.I.T.
*giggles* If you ask me, he looks like a vigilante freedom fighter....the kind that strikes against the secret police types! Did you catch his name, by chance?
Remember, remember the fifth of November,
The gunpowder, treason, and plot,
I know of no reason why the gunpowder treason
Should ever be forgot...
I think he may have been looking for me! :) I met V last November, when he came by my residence in Caledon on Sea. He helped assist me with setting up a fireworks display to honour Mr. Guy Fawkes. He didn't stick around for long, he muttered something under his breath about being pursued by "fascist oppressors". He gently took my hand, bowed graciously, and bid me farewell and said we would met again. *swoons* I was wondering when he would show up! :)
Mr. Pearse is both right and wrong.
We DO have a dramatics troupe, but they are CRAP (Caledonian Repertory Amateur Players).
People often confuse CHIT and CRAP, but they are mistaken.
Not all CHITs are CRAP, nor all CRAPs CHIT.
Perhaps if someone published a scorecard?
He sounds like a bit of a romanticist. *flushes and fans herself, smiling shyly*
Why am I so strongly reminded of THIS SITUATION? Perhaps it's just a coincidence. Yes, that is it..
That is so funny, Mr. O'Tolle! :D
/shudders...
Let us hope against hope, that out there in the darkness, behind the closed doors of civilised Caledon society, no one is low enough to be indulging in (gulp) 'amateur dramatics'.
With any luck he was just a spy.
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