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 Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 9:00 pm
she lead him upstairs to her room and walked in. on one side of the wall was shelves with lots of different trophies, all of them first place. she also had drawings pinned to the wall and even a couple paintings. she hung up a few of her swords but kept most of her weapons in her closet. in the corner was a guitar. her father tought her how to play and she like to play it time to time. "well this is it."
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Posted: Thu Jan 17, 2008 9:03 pm
He looked around and smiled at her drawings. She had some skill and he could see that. He looked over the trophies and her weapons. He then spotted the guitar and picked it up, looking it over and even plucking a few strings before putting it down. "Very nice. I wouldn't think that this was a girl's room by looking at it." He laughed and hoped she wouldn't get angry over a joke.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 6:18 am
she sat on her bed then smiled a bit. "well i do try to be as little girly as i can be."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:28 pm
He put his hands in his pocket and continued to look at the drawings she did. He didn't have anything to say and thought she was very good.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:32 pm
she watched him and was giving him a hard look. she still wasn't sure of what to think of him. he seemed really nice and polite but that was just it. she didn't understand how someone like him could put up with someone like her.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:38 pm
He took one of the swords down from the wall and didn't really notice her staring at him. He examined the blade and even ran his finger over it to see how sharp it was. Just a simple slide and it sliced his finger. It was a small cut, but it was bleeding a small bit. He seemed unphased and put the blade down, then putting his finger in his mouth while continuing to look at the other weapons.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:41 pm
she watched him for a bit longer then bent down and reached under her bed. she pulled out an old katana that her fater had given her. "this is my very first sword. my most prized possesion."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:44 pm
He took his finger out of his mouth and blew on it. It seemed to heal when he did this and he walked over to her and stood there, looking down to see it. It was small and looked as if a child would hold it and he just smiled. "It's very nice."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:46 pm
she held it in her arms and smiled a little. holding it always made her feel happy. "my dad gave it to me when i was just a little kid. it was one that he used long ago."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:52 pm
"That's nice that you can have something that your father used before." He wouldn't be able to have anything such as a weapon passed down to him from his parents. It wasn't possible.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:56 pm
she set the sword aside and then looked at him. something about him kept bugging her and she was finnally going to ask. "how does someone who's so nice and polite able to put up with someone like me?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 9:59 pm
His eyes widened a bit at her question and it confused him. "What do you mean? Do you not want me to hang out with you?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 10:02 pm
she let out a small growl then pointed her finger at him. "just answer the question. tell me what it is you see in me."
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 10:06 pm
He looked away a bit and stood up straight. "I think I should be leaving now." He didn't want to say what he saw in her because it was something that seemed a bit personal to him.
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Posted: Fri Jan 18, 2008 10:08 pm
she stood up and crossed her arms. she didn't like that responce "i don't like people who run away. what's wrong?"
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