What the heck, I will play Aragorn also.

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I'll add both of you, and I will put up the beginning post later tonight.

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Okay! Thanks mate!

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I edited the first post with "We Need" and "Replaceables". Tell me if those are ok Tur and Rain.

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It looks good to me, except I think Rain wanted to keep Boromir so I could look after her. Correct me if I'm wrong, Rain!

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I am going to have full approval before giving away spots.

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I think I'd like to keep Boromir! Other than that, everythings fine with me! See, we still know each other, Tur!

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Oh ok.. I'll change that right away.

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((hm... other than my godmother(Haldir), and Jack the Ripper, it's just the three of us! lol!))

So... when are we starting?

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

(Right Now...)

Abagail returned back home from work and plotted herself on the couch. It was hard work being an actress, and it was even harder being a stunt actress. If this wasn't her drive, Abagail would have quit years ago.

So, she sat there, with her legs burning and arms laying limp when she remembered that she had to check the mail before it grew too horribly dark outside. Not like she was scared at all. With her weapon and fighting skills, anyone that would think of trying to disturb her on her walk to the mailbox should be scared, including poparrizi.

Abagail pulled herself off of the couch and out of the front door to the mailbox. She could grab the mail out, but she decided she would wait until arriving back safely inside the house to filter through it. After all, her vision was bad enough already.

"Junk. Junk. Fan. Fan. Fan. Fan. Fan. Junk. Something somewhat important. Bill. Fan. Junk. Weird. Junk. Junk, and more junk." She threw the junk into the garbage, placed the fan letters in a pile, lay the bill down somewhere obvious, and only took the weird thing to the couch with her to read, relax, and hopefully fall asleep.

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Mark sat inside a bunker, gun at his side, helmet on his head, but not buckled. He watched as the usuall person came around distributing the mail. Mark was handed two letters. One was from his mom in Florida, the other a mystery letter...(what exactly do they look like?)
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Louy raced down the lane, urging the big bay gelding under her to run faster. She leaned close to his neck, shortening the reins, and digging her heals into his sides just enough to make him go faster. The lane had fencing and forest on either side. She was heading home from a nice, long, deserved trail ride...
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Aaron was in the living room of his apartment, grading papers. His glasses low on his nose, pencil behind his ear, red pen in his hand as he checked the answers on the test.
"32. Who was the first Steward of Gondor?" Now how could such a good student get that one wrong? He asked himself, marking the multiple choice answer wrong. Then there was a knock at his door. Aaron got up, and opened the door to see a package, with letters on the top, sitting on his doormat...

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Married Cloud Strife 9/17/08

Caitlin turned the lock and opened the door to her modest single unit apartment which she was fortunate to rent ever since her grandmother passed away and her sister decided to spend time living with another relative. Tossing her purse down on the couch , she slumped down, placing her mail that she gathered on her way up to her home on the table in front of her. Glancing down, a smile traced her lips as her eyes fell upon her two sai, left right where she had placed it that morning. “It’s been awhile since I have practiced with you.” she murmured as she deftly held the hilt of the blade in her hand. Her rueful smile spread even wider as she remembered what her friends had nicknamed her: The Huntress. She had only rolled her eyes when they called her that at first, but secretly she had been pleased. Ever since she was a young girl she had been fascinated with the martial arts, training both her body and mind in the rigorous discipline of the art. Rising, she placed the two weapons in a hidden drawer and then proceeded to go through the day’s mail. There probably won’t be anything good, she thought with annoyance as she sifted through ad offers and a couple of bills until she came upon an envelop that seemed unlike the others.

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Abagail reached for the remote and turned on the television, just for a little noise. She didn't want to watch any news, and she needed something with some comic relief in it, so she settled for the National Treasure, about half-way through. Referring back to the envelope, Abagail thought it was weird to see such a formal mail item be in a green envelope. From what she has seen, Abagail always found them to be yellow or orange. Oh well, she thought, I might as well open it. At least it will be interesting.

"We need your help," was the first line that stuck out to Abagail. Great, she responded in her head, wanting to throw it away but morally having to move forward. She read hastenly through to the letter, mainly skimming. It spoke of Middle-Earth, Gollum, Fellowship, and all of that type of stuff. The letter told of a curse or spell that causes everything to change, and they, whoever they was, needed her to help. That's ridiculous,Katria laughed, Middle-Earth, isn't that like a book or something? I bet my friend Samuel would love to see this. Abagail took the letter and shoved it in her pocket to then proceed to rest on the couch for her to soon fall asleep.

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Caitlin put the other mail aside as opened the green envelope, curiosity getting the better of her. She skimmed through the letter, which spoke of a place called Middle-earth and a Fellowship formed to destroy a ring. It also mentioned a magic that caused everything to change and told her how her aid was needed to see that the mission was successful. What is this, some sort of joke? she wondered as she cast the letter aside. Everyone knows that Middle-earth exists only in fantasy. Irritated at what she perceived as a prank she switched on the TV and put in an action movie, in the hopes to brighten her spirits.

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Mark quickly read the letter from his mom, and the mysterious green letter that talked about some strange place needing his help. With a huff, he got up, and placed it in a trash can before going to the second story of the bunker. It was the second story down underground where the men slept.
"My shifts over, send Bubu up now," he told the guard at the door before going inside and laying down on a small bed...
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Louy stopped infront of her house, let the horse have a breather while she leaned over and got the mail from the mailbox. On her way down the drive she handed the letters to her mom, and continued on to the barn where she brushed and washed her horse. Then putting it out in the pasture, she headed to her room. On her bed lay a green letter, one of the ones she handed to her mom. Plopping down on the bed, she read the letter, talking about Middle-Earth, and that they needed her help. Looking at the front of the envelope, Louy noticed that there was no return adress.
"Strange..." she muttered...
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Aaron opened his package first, which held the Tolkien textbooks he had ordered. Then went through the bills and juckmail. Then he came to the green envelope. He read through it. With a slight luagh, he through it away.
"Probably just a joke from one of the students at the university," he retorted, finnished grading his papers, and went off to bed...

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After the movie ended, Caitlin turned off the TV and headed for bed. Yawning, she crawled into bed and soon drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

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