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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 4:05 am
Yep, s'all me. And thanks^^
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 9:07 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 10:39 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 10:50 am
And we are the ones that want to choose Always want to play But you never want to lose
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 10:58 am
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:09 pm
who're you?
edit: nevermind, saw your aim name.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:28 pm
Bam.
The door to the quiet lounge slammed open, and a tattered figure stepped through. His left eye covered in a thick, black strap, blood still drying on his cheek. Tired. Wounded. Weakened. With a brush of his arm, his torn jacket fell from his arm, displaying a noticably sizable firearm. With evenly paced 'clips' and 'clops', the man walked inward until he was at the all so familiar SunSTRIKE couch, where he would slowly lower himself until fully ********' good to be home."
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:43 pm
O_O XD This couch will forever embed my memory into everyone that comes to Levi OOC.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:43 pm
-points to the dishes in the sink- what timing! it's your week.
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:46 pm
*Puts a bumper sticker on the couch.*
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 2:47 pm
-stands up and goes out to the car, which he... er... barrowed... Inside is a large, green trunk. With great care, he walked into the kitchen of the lounge and set the trunk down before particlizing all the previous dishes with a grenade, quickly replacing them with brand new china for everyone-
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:27 pm
*aims and fires a disintegrating rifle at everyone in the room, only to have it disintegrate*
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 3:43 pm
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Posted: Tue Nov 07, 2006 4:08 pm
[ Just Another Face ] -stands up and goes out to the car, which he... er... barrowed... Inside is a large, green trunk. With great care, he walked into the kitchen of the lounge and set the trunk down before particlizing all the previous dishes with a grenade, quickly replacing them with brand new china for everyone- Borrowed. *smacks with Newspaper of Spelling Errors.* Liessaux. Mimeidyr's Clutch. Valedien Someone give me some good place names for my book. D:
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