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 Posted: Thu Aug 12, 2010 5:10 am
 ♛♕ ℳąℜҡ ♕♛ that boy is a ℳϴℕⓈϮЄℜ..... Mark read the note and felt a strange shiver go up his spine. The room was warm, it wasn't that-it was this letter in his hand.
He stood and got dressed, taking a quick look in the mirror and groaning at his overgrown stubble. eh....too lazy He walked out the door, leatherbound book in hand, and tromped out of the dorm. His sandaled feet pressed the grass underneath him. The sun was high and bright, and the letter crumpled in his pocket with every step. He sat down under a shady oak near the Forum where someone was quietly playing a simple song on a violin. He fished a pen from his deep pockets and shook it to get the ink flowing. He scratched on the spare sheets stuffed in the back of his book. Classes...Medicine...History..... The softly blowing leaves swayed above him, sending small speckles of light across his rugged face. He knew the sound of her footsteps before she got there. It was that girl...the weird one.
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Posted: Fri Dec 10, 2010 9:12 am
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♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ You ask me why I'm reckless....
Aspen walked across the campus listlessly. The morning had seen a strange letter at her door, but she was pretty unsure of what to even consider taking, Blackthorn seemed to offer so much. Then she saw that boy...the weird one. He seemed so uptight for someone that was considering taking caring of the sick and dying for the rest of his life. Aspen smiled, a bit devilishly, and began the walk toward him.
He was engrossed in whatever he was doing, scribbling or something, and his brow was deeply furrowed. The brown-haired girl's feet scraped the grass and she saw his pen stop. damn.....caught me
She stepped forward, now covered in the same speckled light that covered the boy. She examined him for a bit, then "you need to shave. You're starting to look like a wolf." She took a seat in front of him, and looked indiscreetly at what he was writing. Class lists.
"What's going to happen tonight?".
.....And I'll respond with, "Why aren't you? "♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠ ♤♠
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