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 Posted: Thu Jan 04, 2007 2:41 am
 Welcome to my journal, my name is Sabik. I don't like to do much for others but I was asked to show my journal as an example. Don't make fun of me or I'll smack you! This is a really personal chunk of work and I'd hate it if I was put down because of it. This is my gift to all of you so learn from it!
On a sad side note, despite my appearance, I am quite old. I don't know how it happened, and I don't know how to fix it, but my star came across a time warp and..well..time just stopped. It's horrible not being able to age, grow, learn! I've been wanting to be a Guardian as long as I could remember but if this doesn't change, it will never happen. Ever.Statistics
Max in all categories except for fate, which may ultimately be negative.
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Posted: Sun Jan 07, 2007 9:33 pm
((Items and Pets will go here))
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Posted: Tue Jan 09, 2007 12:40 am
A bit about Sabik General
Name: Sabik
Pet Name: Biki
Age: Unknown
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Homosexual
Position: Former master trainer, current trainer of Flora.
People
Partner: None
Current Interest: None
Friends: Wanderer
Acquaintances: None
Pupils: None
Open Favorites
Food: Spice Fruit
Drinks: Water
People: No one
Other: Battle
Secret Favorites
Food: Sweets
Drinks: Milk, tea
People: Wanderer
Other: Animals, flowers, pretty/cute things.
Dislikes
Food: Bland, boring, or smelly (AKA The stuff he makes)
Drinks: Citrus
People: Women, those who do not deserve things they get
Other: Plenty of things
Personality
Pessimistic
Impassive
Stubborn
Stressed
Allowed in His Home
(Those who are allowed to post here!)
Wanderer
Rav
Anyone who knocks.
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:14 pm
Gifts! >w<  By The Spork Monster<333
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:16 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:17 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:20 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:23 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:24 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:25 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:27 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:28 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 27, 2007 11:33 pm
Past Journal Entries: 01/07
It was interesting. That's all I can say, really... This woman I do not even know came up to me at a lower class restaurant I happened to be eating at and sat down with me. She was strikingly gorgeous, even by my standards, but she was dressed in such drabby clothing that my heart went out to her. I've never been one to stand for poor clothing, but I do find that the atmosphere in the lower Class areas to be more free and open. Ah, sorry, I digressed a little bit there. Ehem, back to the story.
She asked me for my name and asked me what I was doing out in this "big world, all alone." I just shrugged my shoulders and went back to my star candy drink and sweet cake. She quickly reached out to me with both hands and tears in her eyes, gently sweeping back my hair as she asked me if I had a mother. I shook my head, not really understanding what was going on. (Although I did know that I had never met my mother, because I was adopted out of the nursery soon after I was born. Us Class Os are 'lucky' that way.)
Anyway, she scuttled around the circular table and took me into her arms in a very warm embrace. My entire body froze, I am not kidding. It was the most ... odd? behavior that I had ever witnessed! She begged and pleaded for me to go home with her. She said that she'd always wanted a child but she and her husband were too poor to take care of a baby or toddler. Apparently the nurseries don't carry children in stock...
At that moment I realized that I was being a cold b*****d. I shouldn't have led her on like that! I put my hands on her shoulders and pushed her back a little and gave her the "if I didn't stop growing, I could be your grandpa" speech that I give every so often. She gave a small bow for an apology and started crying. I offered her a napkin to dry her eyes and she covered them. It didn't look like she was going to talk to me any longer out of embarrassment...
I plopped my gold pouch on the table along with my name card and left. She needed them more than I did and there was probably enough in there to get them a new house for all I knew. Upper and lower Classes have different currencies so I've noticed. The lowers tend to barter and borrow where the uppers just -have- to have the money.
Sigh. What is going on with this world?
-Sabik
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