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 Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:29 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 10, 2011 9:42 pm
There is a slight layer of snow upon the grounds. The essence of winter hangs in the air on the plot of land.
Available rooms : 2
Rooms taken : Balcony Room - Jenny Romanchuk
Second Bedroom: Trace Alucard
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Posted: Mon Dec 19, 2011 2:57 pm
Jenny unlocked the door. Opening it a low creak rang through out the house. Home for now... Jenny whispered to herself. She found her stuff to already be here. She took her things upstairs to the room with a balcony. She began to unpack her things slowly. She was wondering if she'd have the house to herself.
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Posted: Mon Dec 26, 2011 5:50 pm
Trace entered the house. "Hello," he said in his usually monotone voice.
(And dear can you make sure they don't remove me from the dead walk if they need me to post just ask them to qoute me I can't get to the guilds page on this thing)
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 9:30 am
Jenny walked down the creaky steps because she heard someone enter. She studied him. He was grim. And you are? Jenny asked the man with an eyebrow raised. She looked at the dark haired boy. His whole demeanor reeked of depression.
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 8:43 pm
Trace dropped his bag on the floor. "My name is Trace Alucard I'm a shinigami I guess we'll be class mates.," He said in a monotone manner. "Is this 4149 cider court,"
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 9:59 pm
It would seem so...Jenny stepped off the final step in the stair case. She walked up to the boy Rooms are upstairs, You might wanna wear warmer clothes Jenny put a hand on his shoulder and put her mouth close to his ear The essence of Winter resides here she walked away in to the kitchen. She began to brew some coffee. After it finished she quickly drank. Sorry I can't stay and talk I'm going to the Ice Ball she left her new room mate for her room. She was quick. Where as she was the Essence of Winter she was use to the cold so she didn't wear much. She walked back down stairs fully clothed and grabbing for her jacket. Maybe you should go to... it only happens once a year she said smiling.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 7:05 pm
Trace grimaced. "I'm not the dancing type," he said as he picked up his bags and as for the cold I don't get cold.
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Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 7:16 pm
There are other things than dancing she said smiling flirtatiously. She headed for the door. Coming? she asked one last time.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 8:26 am
He grimaced. "No," He said solemnly. He didn't have time for frivolous activities. He needed to prepare for war. Even if he wanted to go it would mean involving the mortals in a war that was not their own.
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Posted: Tue Jan 03, 2012 10:30 pm
Suit yourself... don't expect anymore invites from me.... and loosen up, I can tell you're a warrior but the school grounds are safe she said as she exited and headed for the festivities. Shimigami... she whispered to herself as she exited.
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2012 9:08 am
Trace had taken one of the empty rooms and sat in the floor meditating. He could sense his brother, Arthrus, was near. The mortals once called this man a king, one who bore a holy sword. Trace sighed as he rose to his feet. It appeared as if he'd have to accept jennifers offer. "I hate dancing,"
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Posted: Tue Jan 10, 2012 10:01 pm
Jenny was back home stripping down her jacket. She hung it on the coat rack slightly. She removed her shoes and put them to the side of the door. She headed upstairs. She slipped hitting her head slightly. The blood dripped from her eyebrow. She didn't feel it really. So she just sat on the steps going up stairs holding her bleeding brow.
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Posted: Wed Jan 11, 2012 10:36 am
Trace came out of his room with nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist his muscular frame still damp from his shower. "Are you ok," he asked seeing the blood drip from her head.
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