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He reached out to grab the box of raw meat with slight disgust, but he kept himself from showing it.
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"im sorry. come on lets get this done then wash up." she said leading him tossing many hunks of meat in as they passed
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Trent watched her pets as the ate the hunks of meat. He was going to be glad when they were done.
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"well now thats done lets go and see how the others are doing." eve said washing her hands
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He nodded after momentarilly turning off his substance so that anything he had gotten on him just dropped down. "Alright".
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"its almost dinner time for us so ill make some thing thats not meat." she said chuckling.
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He laughed lightly. "I'll let the others know that it's almost time to eat. See you soon". He floated out to find Camella and Jin.
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"ok" Eve said walking up the stairs.
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He finally saw Camella and smiled. "There you two are. Eve's making dinner".
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he turns around seeing trent in the doorway"hmm oh ok trent what's eve making for dinner?"
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"Hm... I'm not sure. I guess it will be a surprise". He shrugged.
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"hai! Trent! how was feeding the pets? did u ever find the pink aura?" Camella asked.
Eve walked in the room. "so who wants to help me make dinner?" she asked holding up her arm.
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i took care of some things on pg1 so its neater and stuff XD .................. omg i updated! heart
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http://www.gaiaonline.com/forum/barton-town/ghost-hunt-role-play-open/t.47500783_1/
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A large hulking man stepped through the door of the school with a cloak that might as well have been a king size bedsheet or two sown together on. He looked at two passing students and gave them a stare as he yelled, "Oi! Ye two be tellin' me where the stairs are? Tis hard tae find anything in this bourach." (Excuse me, you two fine young students, but could you direct me to the stairs please? It is quite hard to find things in this crowd of people.) The two students looked at each other in confusion as they guess he had been trying to find the stairs and pointed to the direction in which they lay. "Thank Ye." He said with a small wave off of his forehead.
He went in the direction of the stairs and ascended them. He would look out of the occasional window every now and then to see the country side. 'This school be full of sassanacks...Aw I shouldn't be sayin' that, I sound like me father....' He thought as he got to the second floor. He pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and examined it to figure out the room number and went on forward to a door at the end of the hall. He examined the name plate at the side and Put his hood down to reveal his fiery red hair and beard. His hair was put back into a pony tail for now. as he looked at the plate. It read, 'Self Defense: Jonathan McCloud.' the Scotsman nodded and turned the knob and stepped into the room. All of his stuff was sent there the day before so all he had to do was unpack.
"Boy, that randie was sure quick tae get me stuff here. Wonder if all of 'em are this skilled. I hope the gets don't fash me too quickly." He muttered to himself as he tossed the cloak aside and rolled his arm to get ready to do some heavy lifting.(That strong woman sure got my items here quick by golly....I sure hope the brats here don't annoy me too quickly.)((In this case he means the bratty kids, not all of them.))
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