Post by Abigail Abbot on Mar 16, 2012 18:43:32 GMT -5
[atrb=style, width:100px][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:100px; margin-bottom:-12px;] [/style][style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]Ooc Comment: None.[/style] [style=background-color:#ffffff; font-size:10px; line-height:15px; text-align:right; width:97px; margin-bottom:-12px; padding-right:3px;]OUTFIT[/style] | [atrb=style, width:450px, bTable][atrb=valign,top][style=line-height:13px; font-size:10px; text-align:justify; padding-left:8px;] Abigail was kind of nervous about this. Because it seemed like Clyde was having some sort of strange idea about making some even stranger contraption for their traveling. However logically thinking she would have to ride in the basket, as far as she could see. It was the only place were she would have even the remotest ability to stay in place without falling off, over, or onto anything that could be of any danger during moderate speed. “So, uhm, do I ride in the basket, or something?” She asked realizing how weird that must sound. Really? Who naturally assumed they were supposed to ride in the basket like some sort of Grocery-item. “So, where are we going first?” Abigail asked after everything was seemingly ready for departure. She didn't know where Clyde would want to go first. And she was simply going to tag along with him. Allowing him to take the lead seemed like the safest bet, since he was more familiar with the city than she was. [/style] |
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