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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 12:34 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 12:39 am
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✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵Lock, however, was wide awake as he stared up at the ceiling, one arm folded under his head. A lot had happened int he past few months, but one thing was absolutely certain in the Korean's mind: he had to retract his proposal. They were definitely going to marry someday, but right then, they weren't acting like an engaged couple. They were dating, and Lock had placed too much pressure on their relationship. In the morning, they'd talk about it. But right then, he needed to sleep. With one more kiss to Ethan's forehead, Lock smiled and fell asleep.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 1:07 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 1:14 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:37 am
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๑۩۞۩๑๑۩ﺴ Some shadows have more depth. ﺴ۩๑ Ah, he didn't think that would really work. Nevertheless, Ethan happily covered himself in the blanket and relaxed in the wondrous mattress. He could feel sleep come, the amazing dreams already forming, then- KNOCK! KNOCK!Ethan opened his eyes. Lock was already back? When the knocks came again he sat up in the bed and rubbed his eyes. He pulled his phone off his cabinet to check what time it was. Oh, half an hour already passed. He heard the knocks again and yelled, " Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" and searched for his clothes. He put them on once he found them then impatiently made his way to the door. " What happened? Did you leave the key he- Mmph!" He opened the door to be quickly smothered by a sharp smelling cloth. He looked at it in surprised and tried to get the wrist holding it off him, but it was a tight hold. He tried to look at the person responsible for all this, but before he could see a face the chemicals in the cloth took effect and slipped him into unconsciousness. By the time Lock would return, the Texan wouldn't be there anymore.
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:52 am
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✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵Lock walked in ten minutes after Ethan was taken, holding three bottle of orange juice. " Alright, I got pulp, no pulp, and- Ethan?" He looked around, detective mind not as sharp as usual since he hadn't been exercising it lately. His eyes caught the welcome mat's displacement, the rumpled curtains, the smell of chemicals, and the loss of Ethan. Dropping the orange juice to the floor, Lock pulled his phone out and dialed the first number he could think of, tears in his eyes and voice growing thick. " Fredrich! Fredrich, you gotta help me! Ethan's been kidnapped!"
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 11:44 am
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:26 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:31 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:45 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:50 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 2:59 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 3:11 pm
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Posted: Fri Jan 09, 2015 3:23 pm
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✻ ✺ ✹ ✴ʆ ock ҥan✸ ✷ ✶ ✵" Ethan!" cried the blonde, mentally listing what he'd said. When the man finally hung up, Lock's hand kept the phone by his ear, as if he thought that he could keep listening and hear more. The man, now positive of what had happened, tore out of the cabin, dialing Fredrich's number once again. " He'd kidnapped, the man just called me!" he yelled into the phone, finding an unlocked car and getting in. " I recorded the conversation, I'll be at your place in twenty minutes. Wake Ellery up, tell him it's an emergency. We have to find him, Fredrich, we have to find him before that man does something bad to him!" He hotwired the car, turning it on and starting to tear down the road. He had to get to the detective. Fredrich was the only person who could help him now.
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Posted: Tue Dec 22, 2015 11:37 pm
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☸ Dana Klein ☸
"There's only one person who really matters to me..."
Dana exhaled as she pulled her goggles off, walking into the large, warm cabin. It took about ten minutes, but she managed to change into a pair of jeans, a long-sleeve shirt, and her favorite hoodie. She tossed the goggles and her hat onto a chair, running a hand over her hair. She'd braided it into two thick braids, her usual for when she was skiing, but this time, her braids were irregular and uneven. It was as if she'd asked someone else to braid them for her. Speaking of someone else... "You should've asked the instructor for help," said the woman, starting to unbraid her hair and sitting on the large bed. "Maybe then you wouldn't have gotten into an argument with a tree." She snickered, pulling her fingers through her hair to shake away the braids.
"... And it's not you."
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