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 Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 9:48 am
  "My name is Monday..."╔ ================================================================ ╗ Looking up when he was poked, Monday stared at him and shook off the snow. He wiped his hand against his pants and shook off the cold before writing on his notepad again. ' Oh! I'm freezing now! x.x But are you sure you want to keep it a secret? Who else can teach you to control those powers?' ╚ ================================================================ ╝ "...Because nobody likes me." ....................................................................................................................
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Posted: Tue Jan 21, 2014 9:59 am
 Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."" Oh, of course you must be! Here." He took Monday's hands and started to put his gloves on him, the special white ones he'd made himself. The teen sighed and shook his head as he slid the soft, warm gloves on. " I have a teacher here who's teaching me a bit, but I haven't learned much. It all seems like such a waste." "...The cold never bothered me anyway."................................................................................
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 2:48 am
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 2:53 pm
"My name is Monday..."╔ ================================================================ ╗ Seeing the gloves, Monday lifted one hand and flexed his fingers. After giving it a nod of approval, he scribbled something down and showed it to Patrick. ' Ooh, these are really comfortable! 4laugh Thank you so much! Who's your teacher, by the way?'╚ ================================================================ ╝ "...Because nobody likes me."....................................................................................................................
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 3:01 pm
Patrick Sinclair
"Let the storm rage on..."" Professor Alacarte," he answered, fingers toying with the gloves now on his own hands, eyes on the handsome man beside him. " He's not the brightest man in the world, but he tries. I like him okay." The redhead reached up to his hair, pushing a lock behind his ear. " Hey, if you're done eating, let's go to those swings." "...The cold never bothered me anyway." ................................................................................
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 4:10 pm
"My name is Monday..."╔ ================================================================ ╗ ' Oh no, I just wanted to know what one of the teachers is like. I might have him, after all :3' Monday replied. Hearing Patrick's suggestion, he looked over at the swing set and paused. If he played on a swing then he couldn't write, and therefore couldn't communicate, but... Monday nodded and got to his feet. He put the food in the trash can near the bench and walked his way to the swings, sitting down on the nearest one and looking at Patrick expectantly. ╚ ================================================================ ╝ "...Because nobody likes me."....................................................................................................................
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Posted: Sat Jan 25, 2014 4:13 pm
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Posted: Mon Feb 10, 2014 8:14 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:21 pm
∂ ♠ Ӛ ♠ ᾇ ♠ ʆ ♠ Ӛ ♠ ʁ"People are like a deck of cards. We are all different, and we come together to make all sorts of combinations."Dealer squinted out into the nighttime sky. In the center of the bustling city was this peaceful park, where many families and couples spent quality time at. Even in the midst of dusk could it allow a simple pleasure like gazing at stars when the lights of apartments and shops couldn't. Dealer would have liked to enjoy the sight if he wasn't so nervous. It was almost nine, the person whom had contacted Basil would show up at any minute. Who was this person? Why did they have so much information on the little mouse? What would they want in return?"As for me... I am the dealer of this deck of cards called 'Life'.".................................................................................................................................................
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:45 pm
Basil Advimi Beside Dealer, a cute mouse held his knapsack in his lap and swung his feet, the fountain just a bit too tall for him. He hummed quietly to himself a random Korean song he'd heard on the radio, looking back up to Dealer after a moment. " Nine, right? Are we in the right spot?" he asked, anxious to see the person who seemed to know so much about him. He was so close to finding out who he was!
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 07, 2014 11:55 pm
"Yes."
The hair on the back of Dealer's neck shot straight up when he heard the deep voice. He turned around quickly and put a protective arm in front of Basil. He squinted into the darkness again, trying to make out any figures in the shadows beneath the tree. The nearby street lamp flickered to life to try to aid him, but all he could make out was a tall silhouette.
The silhouette didn't move, didn't react. It didn't appear to feel threatened by the angsty teen before him. Gradually the figure moved towards the light's reach, banishing the veil of darkness. Standing before the two was a very tall man in black clothes, even black gloves to match. Nearly everything about him was black, his coat, his gloves, his hair, his glasses. The only features that stood out was his olive skin and his dark blue eyes that radiated intimidating iciness.
"Who are you?" Dealer demanded, feeling even more uneasy about this situation. That cold glint in the man's eyes wasn't at all welcoming or friendly. This was the type of man that wouldn't want to give information away for the heck of it. The card dealer pulled out his deck with his free hand and let a few cards float around him magically. He may be smaller, but he was a threat himself.
At least he thought that. The man in the black coat glanced at the cards, but didn't give them a second thought. He glowered back at the two, then his eyes trained on Dealer. "The question is, who are you?" his deep voice replied coolly. "Although I think I already know the answer. You're dressed in the only casino here's uniform, and you're attached to this boy. You're Adam Adamski, aren't you?" When the stunned card dealer stayed silent, the man moved his gaze to the boy. "And you're Basil Advimi, I'm assuming?"
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:01 am
"My name is Monday..."╔ ================================================================ ╗ Feeling his pocket buzz with his phone's alert, Monday stopped kicking dirt to reach into his back pocket and pull out his phone. He ran his thumb along the screen and emptily gazed out at his message. Blue eyes flickered at Patrick for a moment before going to his screen again, where he brought his hands together to type a message. After a matter of seconds, he locked his phone back up and put the gadget back into his back pocket. ' It's okay. : 3 ... Why are you texting me? It's not writing, but I can't swing if I'm texting, either. ^w^;' ╚ ================================================================ ╝ "...Because nobody likes me."....................................................................................................................
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Posted: Mon Sep 08, 2014 12:11 am
Basil AdvimiMuch like the brother he didn't remember, Basil was unafraid of the very tall man, taking a step around Dealer's arm and nodding at the question he was asked, then shrugged. " Well, that's what i go by. i was hoping you could tell me." Braving another step, the tiny mouse who was only an inch or so shorter than his big brother set down the knapsack and pulled out a picture he'd noticed on the walk down of himself on the green-eyed boy's shoulder, gripping his dark brown hair and laughing happily. " Who is this boy?" he asked the tall man. " Why is he in all these pictures with me?"
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