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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 5:19 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 6:09 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 8:26 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 9:48 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 08, 2013 10:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 2:07 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 2:36 am
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 12:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 12:33 pm
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Jay Xerator 'If I lose control, I'll lose everything...
He smiled as he drew, as his imagination flew wild. A dragon, flying and roaring. A courageous knight, fallen at his enemies feet. A wizard, being the hero for once...
He cleared his throat before looking up and, noticing the teacher's anxiety, smiled at him creepily. Nothing like scare the pants out of people, especially if you can succeed.
'...If I don't, I'll still lose everything... I hate this choice.'
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The Assassin of Chaos Vice Captain
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 5:57 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 6:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Jan 09, 2013 9:46 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 10, 2013 3:30 pm
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Mimiko “Maki” Tatsuki
“Respect is earned, not given.”
Mimiko booted the door to the classroom open and headed for a back row seat. Her headphones were on and death metal was playing, audible even to those around her. But she did not care. She had some Mountain Dew and a cake Pocky Stick in her mouth, listening to metal. All was right with the world to her...or at least as right as it could be. Kicking the door shut behind her, she sat in the back row and reclined in a chair. She looked around the room and noted the location of all the males, determined to not let one of them get near her. She saw, what she assumed was, a girl a ways away, one that was fairly androgynous. She did not have an immediate hatred for the person, so, in her mind, it must have been a girl. Soon, a boy came over and tried to sit next to her. She nudged the chair out with her foot so the leg was at the edge of the step. When the boy sat, he immediately fell forward and tumbled down the stairs. She popped the snack out of her mouth long enough to speak. “I’d rather not sit next to an idiot, so, f*** off.” She drank from the can and replaced the Pocky Stick. She began to bob her head with Disturbed’s Indestructible, not caring those two rows down could hear it as well.
“Prove yourself worthy, and I will show you some.”
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