Indy and I have developed a secret way of communicating with one another besides our silent mental conversations.
We pass secret messages.
It's all very smart and sneaky, if you look at it our way. We both carry a notebook and pencil in our pockets and as discreet as possible, we slip notes into one our hands as we pass each other.
Today I've got a feeling we'll be using up the entire notebook's worth of paper.
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I-
Will you quit staring at me? It's driving me crazy. If you keep looking at me like THAT I'm going to come over and kiss the bloody hell out of you.
-M
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M-
I'll quit making eyes at you if you quit pouting every time Abner tells you to stop being immature. Do you know how hard it is for ME to keep from kissing the bloody hell out of YOU every time you make that disappointed face?
-I
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I-
I'd like to point out that there is nothing cute or attractive about my pouting at all, Mr. Jones. But I'm flattered nonetheless. Do you know that it's been seven days since I last kissed you? How disappointing.
-M
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MR-
Do you know that it's been three days since we last made close physical contact? I don't think I can take it much longer. I'm almost curious to see what would happen if I walked over there and planted one on you.
-IJ
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IJ-
Whose stopping you? I'm just as curious, mind you. But then Abner would probably beat you to death with one of these shovels we're using. And as handsome I'm sure you'd still be all covered in bruises and gashes, I'd rather not risk it, you know?
-MR
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Ravenwood-
Too true. What time is it? I'm hungry.
-Jones
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Named after a Dog-
Always stomach first, eh? It's a quarter till twelve. I'm hungry too. Wanna go catch a bite to eat?
- Named after a bisexual Persian queen
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Named after a bisexual Persian queen- (??)
Of course my stomach comes first. What else tops it? Can't have lunch with you, I've gotta help your father go over some maps. This isn't fun at all, when do you think these crazy archaeologists are going to let me off so I can see you?
-Named after a dog
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Hazel eyes-
I'm not sure what else can top your own stomach. How about 'the girl with green eyes', maybe? Crap, Abner keeps you far too busy. We never DO get a break, honestly. And seeing as you are one of those crazy archaeologists yourself, aren't you able to interpret their strange dialect of insanity?
-Green Eyes
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Freckles-
Well, yeah, the girl with green eyes MIGHT top my hunger priorities. That depends. I can usual interpret the crazy archaeologist language, but lately, I've been a little less crazed for archaeology and a little more crazed for someone else.
-Fedora
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Fedora- (which I might add that I'm going to steal again, watch out!)
Hey, let me tell you that the girl with green eyes wants to throw one of these pieces of fossilized human at the back of your lovely head as of now. Aw, crazed for someone else? You're such a charmer, really. Oh, and by the way, Oxley is wondering why you keep walking by here to 'go get some water'. You're not feeling ill, are you, you sly little archaeologist?
-Freckles (as to why you picked one of my worst attributes to use as my penname, I'll never have any idea)
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Freckles- (they are very becoming to you, don't be modest)
Please do inform the girl with the green eyes that I would NOT appreciate her throwing pieces of carcass at me. In fact, it would provoke me to-- OW! You little...ugh. Alright, you asked for it. Tell Oxley I ate some bad dates and I'm feeling dehydrated, he doesn't need to know that I'm passing these uselss notes to you.
-Fedora (you may try to steal it, but in the end you will fail)
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Arrogant Bastard who is throwing parts of dead people at me-
The girls with the green eyes is pressing charges as of now. You, Dr. Jones, are being sued for one million dollars. Suck on that. And if you throw anything else at her, she is going to come over there and personally kick your sorry little ass. Alright? And that Fedora is bloody MINE. I earned it in the first place, so do not deny me my human rights to wear that hat.
Oxley suggests chewing on some mint, which helps end dehydration.
-The lovely girl at the North end of the tomb
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Dear nasty little spitfire with clumsy habits-
Inform your green eyed mutant that I am not in possession of one million dollars. My apologies. I really am sorry I can't pay her. And if you want the Fedora, come and get it.
Human rights? What are you ON, Marion?
And thank Oxley for the mint tip. I guess I'll have to be forgetting to grab something else from the water basin.
And just for calling me an arrogant bastard, I'm going to throw more random objects on you.
-The extremely good looking guy at the South end of the tomb
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Dear Idiot who I am going to kill-
One million dollars, take it or leave it. If you leave it, you'll suffer the repercussions of a severe beating from the girl with green eyes. And she is NOT mutant.
I'm not ON anything. Owning the Fedora is my right, so don't ask me if I'm drunk or something. I'm completely sober thank you very much.
Argh! I swear, Jones, you better stop throwing things at me or I'll...
Okay, we're even now.
-The innocent woman who is completely sane
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Dear girl with the pretty smile- (you are insane, you know, no competition)
A severe beating? Wow. I'm scared. I'm sure you'll put me in my place.
Seeing as the Fedora has been in my possession for as long as I've known it, it's mine, not yours. And you may be sober, but I am still allowed to question your current state of mind.
And I'd also like to point out that that rock you threw at me two minutes ago? Yeah, I've got a bruise on my head, so thank you.
-The mature manly god who is very educated
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Dear boy with the attractive laugh-
I will put you in your place and you know it. Sure, anyone is allowed to question someone else about that person's current state of mind, but that doesn't mean there is anything wrong with this person. As is the case with me, I'm perfectly normal.
You're welcome for the bruise, by the way. My pleasure.
-The sophisticated woman who is very determined
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Girl-
If you were completely normal, I'd never notice you. Trust me, I'm so happy you're everything BUT normal.
-Boy
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I-
I'll be taking that as a compliment, even if it was meant to insult. Because I am very sophisticated that way.
-M
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M-
It could be interpreted as either. I'll see you at lunch.
-I
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Indy-
I'll be the one with the pretty smile and green eyes.
-Marion
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