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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:19 pm
((BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAA))
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:19 pm
((THE HELL WITH SOCIETY! WE WERE MEANT TO BEEEEEEEEEE))
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:21 pm
(( @Road: LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL. ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:21 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:22 pm
((What a proclamation! You should take Jack up on her offer Road.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:25 pm
YOU WERE THREATENING MY BOOTY POSTS AGO THOUGH!!!
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:27 pm
((THAT WAS SIMPLY MY WAY OF SHOWING MY LOVE TO YOU, DARLING))
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 7:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:15 pm
Soma had been strolling through the city for an indeterminable amount of time. With each step he felt a little closer to where his mind was urging him to venture. Growing tired of the building temperature, he removed his jacket and slung it over his shoulder, held only by the collar between his thumb and index finger. Placing his free hand in one pocket, he fumbled with the solitary coin that rest there.
His feet came to a halt and he tilted up his head only slightly to look over the destination. He found a nice place on the barrier to lean against. Soma pulled a singular cigarette from a jacket pocket and rummaged for the lighter he knew wasn't there. The cigarette now pressed between his lips. Thorough... he thought to himself as he waited for an invitation.
After some time, the door opened and a girl with a large bag walked out. Once past her peripherals, the "sentry" discarded the poison, sprinted, and caught the door before it closed. He shielded half of his face behind the door as he scanned the interior with one eye. Satisfied, his body followed his feet inward.
Lingering in the air was an easily identifiable smell. Soma always did enjoy it. He inhaled deeply and held it. Fire. He stayed close to the edge of the room, catching sight of a fireplace. It looked as if it wasn't recently used under examination from afar. Now he searched for the source of the aroma.
The scent grew stronger and he relished it for both the pleasure and information it offered. He heard some groans emanating from behind a door that read "Infirmary." Soma heard a few voices as the lingering smell had grown most potent. The guest inched closer, staying alert. He intently listened and slipped past the conversation. The damage grew more prevalent. Soma found a file cabinet and reached in, grabbing a few documents.
Slightly pleased with his operation, he headed for an exit, skulking past the voices once more. Soma headed for the window he had eyed in his travels.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:45 pm
(( *Flails around* The dussssstttttt!!! D: ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:46 pm
((Why are you mimicking a fish out of water?))
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:49 pm
(( Because my work is gross and I got dirt all over myself today... ;_; ))
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:55 pm
((Sounds like a fun time.))
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:56 pm
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2012 8:59 pm
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