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 Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 4:39 pm
The waiter handed her a menu."Here you go, Ma'am." He said. Alex stared deep into Anya's eyes. He peered into her soul, and noticed good things about her.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 5:38 pm
 :: Anya O'Hara ::
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Anya took the menu - smiling. 'Too much food. . . To much food. . .' she thought to herself. She really did want to pay for all this. She smoothed what she was wearing, and smiled over at Alex. "What will you be having?" Anya asked Alex. She'd probably just order a cheap chicken salad.
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Posted: Sat Feb 28, 2009 7:52 am
"I'm having a poutine with a small ceasar salad on the side." He told her bluntly."I'm feeling hungry." He jestered."Honestly, order what ever you want, I can pay for it, honestly." He added."If you feel like paying, then go ahead, but I would prefer to pay." He offered.
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Posted: Mon Mar 02, 2009 9:55 pm
:: Anya O'Hara ::
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"I'd rather not. . ." Anya whispered. "Besides, the bank is far from here, and they don't take Euros. I don't have much American money." Anya smiled and told the waiter she'd be having the light chicken salad. "Thank you, though." Anya told Alex. She looked out the window. It started to snow. The ski slopes were crowded again. She placed her chin on her hands, and gazed out the window. The last time she went skiing, she injured herself. She didn't feel like repeating that, but she envied the skiers.
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Posted: Thu Mar 05, 2009 7:17 am
"Alright." He told her. He looked up at skiers."My cousin died skiing." He told her bluntly. "I tried it and fell flat on my face, and ended up breaking my arm, after a horrible accident." He said, emotionless.
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Posted: Fri Mar 06, 2009 5:14 pm
:: Anya O'Hara ::
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"Oh my God! I'm so sorry!" Anya exclaimed. Her face was getting red from the mistake she made. She put herself back together and tried to slowly change the subject with an ending statement. "It is quite a dangerous sport. I injured myself also. I will admit though, toss me skis and I'll be running up that mountain. So long as I don't have to take the skii lift." She tried to laugh, but it came out wrong. It came out in awkward silence.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 9:42 am
"Do not freight about it. I'm over it, and my cousin deserved his death, for killing my step-father. Please, pretend like I did not say what I did, I was thinking out loud." He reassured her. The waiter brought over their orders.
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Posted: Sat Mar 07, 2009 9:22 pm
♔ "Good Lord! I'm so sorry!" Anya exclaimed, ignoring the food brought to the table. Her eye's widened when she realized he wanted her to ignore everything. She shouldn't have said what she did. She looked down at the food. "This looks really good," she said, trying to smile. She poked at her salad with her fork.
[Would you and Spunky like to join the new RP? The 'Monasteric' School one?]
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 6:16 am
"I have lost my appetite, waiter. Please take my untouched food." He asked, and the waiter took it away, swiftly, returning the money. Alex got up."I'm going for a breather." He said, and left with a small bow, a japanese tradition he grew up with, then stepped outside. He took a deep breath of the cold air.
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Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 12:11 pm
♔ Anya sighed, nodding him away. She poked at her food again. She was beginning to lose her own appetite. Nevertheless, she got a little bit of green on her folk and ate. She looked out the window again. When she got home, she'd go skiing. Yes, I'll go skiing. she thought. Despite the injuries they've just discussed from that sport, it got her in the mood to go skiing. She sighed again.
[Guess not. . .]
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Posted: Mon Mar 09, 2009 1:23 pm
( Gomenasai (sorry) , I meant to say I have too much roleplays to deal with, but I ran out of time.)
His eyes locked on the hill, and suddenly, his eyes averted to a flashback, of watching his cousin die in front of him. In his gazing eyes, he noticed how he got in the accident, he had kept his eyes locked on him, and crashed into another skier.
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