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 Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:39 pm
Keiko-Rin Marlute Keiko-Rin WAAAA!! crying My computer is so mean to me! *sobs* It keeps signing me out and trying to stop me from posting! No~! Don't let it do that...You're needed here! gonk !! *clings* crying Oyabun!! Save me!! xd
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:39 pm
Keiko-Rin Marlute Keiko-Rin WAAAA!! crying My computer is so mean to me! *sobs* It keeps signing me out and trying to stop me from posting! No~! Don't let it do that...You're needed here! gonk !! *clings* crying I've been clung to!!! whee heart
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:43 pm
Marlute Keiko-Rin Marlute Keiko-Rin WAAAA!! crying My computer is so mean to me! *sobs* It keeps signing me out and trying to stop me from posting! No~! Don't let it do that...You're needed here! gonk !! *clings* crying I've been clung to!!! whee heart as you should be^^
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:45 pm
NOOO! gonk Stop signing me out!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! *gets chased by giant Domo computer*
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:46 pm
Keiko-Rin NOOO! gonk Stop signing me out!!! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!! *gets chased by giant Domo computer*
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:50 pm
*sits in a corner and cries* crying
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 12:53 pm
If my Computer dies on me, i just want all of you to know that i Love you... crying You're all so awesome... heart heart
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 1:42 pm
Keiko-Rin If my Computer dies on me, i just want all of you to know that i Love you... crying You're all so awesome... heart heart We love you too!!!! crying
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 8:58 pm
Arigatou!!!!!!!! heart heart
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 9:39 pm
((now for some more RPing.... >.>))
Reno sighed, one hand running through his hair, -the other picking up his Mag-rod- as he got up and walked over to some convieniently placed chairs by a small fireplace. "Well, at least they know how to make their guests feel welcome, yo.." He thought to himself as he sat down in one of the chairs, stretched out his legs and rested them on a smaller table that was centered infront of the chairs. He yawned and closed his eyes as his head fell to the side, his left arm falling over the side of the arm rest. His arm swung back and forth like a pendulum, the rod which he held in his hand dangling an inch from the floor as the Turk slowly began to drift towards sleep...
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 11:13 pm
Marlute pulled the books and papers he had brought with him over to where he had sat during the drinking contest. He yawned a bit more, rubbing his eyes, and blinked slowly until his vision cleared again...'Another report to file over yet another pointless mission...'He thought to himself, struggling to keep his mind on the tiny print that lay before him. The harder he tried to focus, the more unreadable the papers became.'Ever since things have calmed down from the problem of Geostigma, we've been forced to do the dirty work of cleaning up Midgar's criminals...I know I'm not the only one who's feeling run-down.' He paused for a moment, biting the tip of his pen as he tried to accurately remember the details of what had happened earlier that day, and describe it in the tiny box alloted for future reference...His left hand resting on the paper, he stopped writing for a moment and let out a sigh. Every day that week, they had been out chasing down average offenders, and every day he seemed to feel less and less satisfied with work. It wasn't that he felt upset over the fact that everything was calming down, but just that an elite team such as the Turks should be doing something a bit more.....productive.
He felt something cold under his hand...
Quickly moving it, he saw that traces of sake from the drinking match had seeped into his paperwork, causing the paper to crinkle weakly, and a few sections of ink had started to run. "Ah! No!" He yelped, grabbing the papers and fanning them off as best as he could. "No good...." He muttered, realizing too much of his report had already become illegible. "Oh well, I'll just finish it tommorrow morning before our briefing...." Still, the thought of having to get up even earlier to finish such a droll task wasn't pleasant, and he found himself wishing he could just forget about the whole thing. Packing away the ruined pieces of paper and books, he glanced up at the clock on the wall....It was still very early on into the night, and he had time to relax a bit before attempting to rest.
A loud crash behind Marlute caused him to jump. Turning around, he could see a pile of broken plates and glasses, and in the middle was a very upset looking waitress. It wasn't until he saw Reno's mag-rod positioned under the girl's foot, that he knew exactly what had happened. 'In falling asleep, he must have dropped it..' Marlute thought, watching the waitress climb to her feet, holding the rod in her hands, and looking like she would give it's owner the beating of a lifetime...
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 11:34 pm
Rufus sat back at his own table, off in somewhat of a 'seperate' room within the place. It was obviously made for High Shin-Ra personel. Right fingerless gloved hand slipped away from the book in both and reached out onto the wooden table. Fingers curled perfectly around the moist glass which rested upon a coaster, lifting it up and bringing it closer. The book Rufus was currrently reading was held away as the drink came through, holding it before his lips as he finished off the last sentence of the current paragraph he was on. Once it was finished the clear glass was brought to his lips for a light sip of the alcoholic beverage..
Bound papers were closed and set down on the table, and Rufus leaned back more comfortably in his own seat. Light blue hues turned their gaze over toward the window within the room. On this side a window.. on the other, to all the others in the lounge, it looked like a simple mirror.. It was rare for the man to take a break from work.. None the less to do so at such a.. primative location. But the room was nice, no one knew he was here, so he didn't have to worry about being pestered, or possibly even attacked for his father's and his previous reign that put the world in such a weakened state.. Many people were still angry about it. Others still believed in Shin-Ra Inc. For support and power. It was taking time, but slowly people were once again beginning to believe and trust in the major cooperation.
((Gah, so sleepy.. Running on 1 1/2 hours of sleep..))
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Posted: Sat Oct 08, 2005 11:37 pm
Walks in and orders a root beer.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 12:34 am
Saerenna enters and looks around, vaguely wondering why she had come here. She didn't drink much, and wasn't very social. Her years as Hojo's assistance had been very sheltered, that is, if you can call working for Hojo 'sheltered.' She had tried to be the voice of humanity in their science department, but Hojo had been anything but human.
So now, here she was in a social place, with only vague ideas of how to start a conversation or even continue one. She sat down in a slightly secluded spot and just watched her surroundings, not feeling up to trying to go and talk to someone.
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Posted: Sun Oct 09, 2005 10:59 am
Marlute Marlute pulled the books and papers he had brought with him over to where he had sat during the drinking contest. He yawned a bit more, rubbing his eyes, and blinked slowly until his vision cleared again... 'Another report to file over yet another pointless mission...'He thought to himself, struggling to keep his mind on the tiny print that lay before him. The harder he tried to focus, the more unreadable the papers became. 'Ever since things have calmed down from the problem of Geostigma, we've been forced to do the dirty work of cleaning up Midgar's criminals...I know I'm not the only one who's feeling run-down.' He paused for a moment, biting the tip of his pen as he tried to accurately remember the details of what had happened earlier that day, and describe it in the tiny box alloted for future reference...His left hand resting on the paper, he stopped writing for a moment and let out a sigh. Every day that week, they had been out chasing down average offenders, and every day he seemed to feel less and less satisfied with work. It wasn't that he felt upset over the fact that everything was calming down, but just that an elite team such as the Turks should be doing something a bit more.....productive. He felt something cold under his hand... Quickly moving it, he saw that traces of sake from the drinking match had seeped into his paperwork, causing the paper to crinkle weakly, and a few sections of ink had started to run. "Ah! No!" He yelped, grabbing the papers and fanning them off as best as he could. "No good...." He muttered, realizing too much of his report had already become illegible. "Oh well, I'll just finish it tommorrow morning before our briefing...." Still, the thought of having to get up even earlier to finish such a droll task wasn't pleasant, and he found himself wishing he could just forget about the whole thing. Packing away the ruined pieces of paper and books, he glanced up at the clock on the wall....It was still very early on into the night, and he had time to relax a bit before attempting to rest. A loud crash behind Marlute caused him to jump. Turning around, he could see a pile of broken plates and glasses, and in the middle was a very upset looking waitress. It wasn't until he saw Reno's mag-rod positioned under the girl's foot, that he knew exactly what had happened. 'In falling asleep, he must have dropped it..' Marlute thought, watching the waitress climb to her feet, holding the rod in her hands, and looking like she would give it's owner the beating of a lifetime... Yazoo opened the front door, letting his eyes wander around the bar and it's guests before stepping inside. "Loz this place reeks of our enemies..." He sighed under his breath, "...Did you really want to come here that badly?" Yazoo turned to face the sturdy Silver-haired man behind him, obviously wanting to leave. "Besides, this place is a mess." He glanced over at the broken pile of plates and dishes, and saw the upset waitress holding something that looked like a rather primitive weapon. "Doesn't seem that hospitable, either..."
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