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 Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:29 pm
**he rolls onto his back, opening one eye** ....barely.... whats up
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:32 pm
*turns her head a little to look at and smiles a little* sorry i woke you up...not much.. ya gonna sleep all day?
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:34 pm
**he yanws and stretchs abit** all day, or until I find something better to do..
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:38 pm
blaugh wanan go shopping them *resting her head on her shoulder and looking at him with her hair on her back ..she grins a little at him*
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:40 pm
**he sits up, and looks down to the floor where his 2 shirts and cloak are. realzing this is the first time he has been 'exposed' to anyone, he presses his back aganist the couch in an effort to his a large number of scars**
...Shopping? For what?
**he yanws again, the adjusts his lip ring**
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:43 pm
*looks at him and sees his scars* where did you get those from? * she said to him in a calm sweet voice*
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:51 pm
**he reaches down and picks his mesh shirt, slipping it on** That my friend, is a story from my childhood, that you probably dont want to hear
**next he reaches down and grabs his leather vest, slipping it on, and buckling it in the front**
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:53 pm
if you dont wanna tell it thats okey though *leans back a little and looks when he picks up his stuff*
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:54 pm
Well... I will tell it, if you really do want to hear it... But as I said, its not a nice story at all..... **he looks at her, a serious look in his eyes** Ever been beaten near to death with a wrentch?
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:56 pm
no,,, i have been scratched but never bitten.. *looks at him and he has something in her eyes she havent seen before*..
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 1:58 pm
Well, a long story made short.... Upon my birth, my mother died, which made my father hate me... As he blamed me for her death. So he took his anger out on me, on a daily basis... Wrentchs, pipes, sticks... Whatever he could get his hands on, was slapped off my back
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 2:01 pm
thats very cruel... have you seen your father after that,,, you would probably wanna kill him? *she got a little bit pissed and lifted up her shirt and exsposed her scar that was over her and stomach and a little bit on her chest* that scratch my father gave me... he was an icedemon.. that is why it is kind of blue...
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 2:02 pm
No.... I don't want to kill him... You cant 'want' to kill something, that you already destroyed **he looks at her with abit of a grin**
didnt you get back at your father for that?
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 2:05 pm
*frowns a little and gives him a smirk by looking at him* havent seen in a long time... after my mother passed away he hasnt been in my life...
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 2:07 pm
Judgeing by the look of that scar, its probably best he's not in your life
**he flops back down on the couch, rolls up his selves, adjusts his glasses**
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