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 Posted: Tue Jan 18, 2005 8:42 pm
OOC: Brotherhood are plotting mischief, X-Men are dealing with tragedy. Same as usual :p
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Posted: Wed Jan 19, 2005 12:21 pm
((Ah...I see...well, I'm gonna assume Jodie is back in the mansion again....and i'm gonna sleep.))
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Posted: Thu Jan 20, 2005 8:54 pm
OOC: So yeah. I swear I'll rp this weekend. Sorry I haven't been around as much everyone sad
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Posted: Sat Jan 22, 2005 7:30 am
Sorsha walked around the Brotherhood mansion, violently clutching a letter in her fist. Parts of it were still swirling in her mind as she blasted a few objects around.
We talked to the professor Xavier... Said it would be best for you to go to his school... It could be your anti-social problem... We will come picking you up...
"How dare they??!!" Sorsha thought, blasting her way around the park, "How dare they mingling in my life again?!" She stopped and looked around. "I really need to pass my anger at something worth it..." she muttered.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:05 pm
OOC: This is merely an attempt for me. I don't know if I'll be able to rpg as much but the only way to know is try it.
IC: After leaving the house and insulting her brother, Wanda stopped in a bar. She was looking for a place where people will not think to find her and she thought that a pratically empty bar filled with the regular drunk customers would be perfect.
While she was only on water, her squirrel friend was on vodka. She wasn't sure if that was good for his little liver but after he convinced the bartender (the vodka or his balls), she decided to let him be.
Her mind was only filled with one question: what do to now? She killed her father, like she wanted to, but now she had no other objectives. She felt empty.
What's wrong with me? Why am I not more happy with my life?
She was so concentrated on her thoughts that she didn't notice that someone was looking at her from a dark corner of the room...
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 2:10 pm
Pietro handed detailed plans of the mansion to each of the Brotherhood at the table, with the word "Target" drawn next to several areas connected by arrows.
"Where the hell did you get these?" asked Pyro.
"I've got a man on the inside!" Pietro said.
"Who?"
"Well, I ask you, if one is to zip inside the mansion and steal a whole bunch of files, is he not technically inside?"
"You're not inside now!"
"True, but only because the stink bombs will make the mansion uninhabitable."
A few miles away, small explosions rocked the X-Mansion, followed by the rankest smell of raw eggs and Toad sweat they'd ever experienced.
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 4:43 pm
Jodie was foully disgusted by the repugnant odour that whafted through her door. As soon as it stung her nostrils, she slammed the door shut and flung open the windows. As soon as the windows were open, she stuck her head through and started gasping.
"EWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEWEW!!!!!"
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Posted: Sun Jan 23, 2005 10:02 pm
Jamie wandered back to the mansion and started to walk up the steps when one of the foulest scents he'd ever smelled reached his nose. "Ah what the hell?" He coughed a few times and brought his hand up to cover his nose. "What happened here?" He yelled to no one in particular.
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Posted: Mon Jan 24, 2005 12:17 am
OOC: *Pietro shrieks with laughter, only to be slapped by Nick for everyone's amusement*
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Posted: Tue Jan 25, 2005 8:02 pm
OOC:Sorry about not posting....I really don't know what happen to me. I can't remember any thing about this weekend.... oh well, lets just get on with th plot.
IC: John stared at Pietro. Stink bombs eh? Well I'm glad I'm not there. John looked at the plans to Xavier's mansion. "Alright, well how about we bring the rest of the brotherhood into this? I'm sure they could use some fun.
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Posted: Thu Jan 27, 2005 5:59 am
Leaning back on the chair so it was balanced on only two legs he stared at the plans in front of him, a small grin on his face.
"I cannot believe this...stinkbombs...classic."
Nodding he looks around at the rest of the room, imagining how quickly the x-men would be running.
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 4:24 pm
((*hopes the he doesn't get caught in the sweep* I am aware that I haven't been Rping, but thats my fault. I know, I come on here less and less latly because I seem to be tired alot! So when ideas are taken, I most likley will come in. I need something to keep me interested in Alex *reminds self to do bio over as Cloud said it was lost*
Oh and What plot is there (if in) now?))
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Posted: Mon Jan 31, 2005 8:41 pm
Those hours, that with gentle work did frame
The lovely gaze where every eye doth dwell,
Will play the tyrants to the very same
And that unfair which fairly doth excel:
For never-resting time leads summer on
To hideous winter and confounds him there;
Sap cheque'd with frost and lusty leaves quite gone,
Beauty o'ersnow'd and bareness every where:
Then, were not summer's distillation left,
A liquid prisoner pent in walls of glass,
Beauty's effect with beauty were bereft,
Nor it nor no remembrance what it was:
But flowers distill'd though they with winter meet,
Leese but their show; their substance still lives sweet.
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Be that word our sign of parting, bird or fiend!" I shrieked, upstarting--
"Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!
Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!
Leave my loneliness unbroken! -- quit the bust above my door!
Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!"
Quoth the raven, "Nevermore."
And the raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting
On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;
And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming.
And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the floor;
And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor
Shall be lifted---nevermore!
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