Sorry Hugo, just hade to! Made me laugh sooo much!   

This one made me Laugh! http://www.jinx.com/scripts/details.asp?productID=390
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[Your thoughts on this will be greatly appreciated  ]

[Sitting in the sanctuary of the Church, Robin huddled by the dimming candle on the wall. The air was cool, and the room damp. It wasn't the best of places to be sleeping, though it surely was better than the street. Though the church was all quiet, except the light snoring of Sir Hugo, upstairs, it felt home-like to Robin. With a quiet sigh, she opened her journal and began to write in the dimming light of the candle.]

[OOC: Just a bit of information on Robin, though you wouldn't know unless she told you or you found her journal IC ]

Sitting in the sanctuary of the Church, Robin huddled by the dimming candle on the wall. The air was cool, and the room damp. It wasn't the best of places to be sleeping, though it surely was better than the street. Though the church was all quiet, except the light snoring of Sir Hugo, upstairs, it felt home-like to Robin. With a quiet sigh, she opened her journal and began to write in the dimming light of the candle.

*The writing is crisp and elegant, with large, flowing letters in a formal scrip. This page comes from the near middle of her book, where she for some reason Started anew with the heading "Day One:"*

Day One:
Today, I met a very interesting man, by the name of Sir Hugo. He was truly hansom, in his shinning armour, and white coat, only the finest for a knight of such stature and power. We met on the streets of Trinsic, where he was standing tall above all others, with his booming voice, he talked so fully about The Avatar and Religion. He spoke about how the street dwelling people who sinned as such would be damned to Hell, a fate worse then death. He talked with such power in his voice, it inspired me so. We later met again in Cove, but at this time Sir Hugo was injured. Though we only met the earlier that day, I couldn't let him suffer. And so, taking him to the healers, I tried my best to bind his wounds. Kneeling next to him, as he lay there, coughing and bleeding profusely from his wound. I sat there, weeping for him, though he said "Do not cry for me, my child" I simply couldn't, I couldn't stop the fact that I feel attachted to him even though we are barely acquainted. For a few hours we sat together, talking about religion... After he was feeling better, we went to the church to pray for his health. Sir Hugo then offered me a chance to become a Disciple of the Avatari Church of Cove. Which, in turn created a new chapter in my life, and why this entry is labbled "Day One"....