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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 1:36 am
  FENRIR
Only through howls of lust and fury
Fenrir already knew what he wanted from the library so his trip was quite quick. First he turned his stage 1 capoeira book in which would allow him to exchange it for another. So he exchanged it for the stage 4 book on Jujitsu, his first and most advanced style. Fenrir checked out the book with haste before making his way to the school.
enter/exit
did he begin to find his sense of worth
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 8:24 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 11:28 am
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 3:39 pm
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Posted: Fri Jun 29, 2012 5:09 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 9:15 am
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Posted: Thu Jul 05, 2012 3:22 pm
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 4:25 pm
Profile۞Jonathan Haste۞  Jonathan walked into the library, and grabbed a novel, and started reading it. Ω [Level 4][Energy: 750] Ω
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 7:07 pm
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 2:45 pm
нarper αmelia яose тanner Throw your sticks and your stones,
Throw your bombs and your blows,
But you're not gonna break my soul. ╔═══════╗..........................╔═══════╗ ..... Level: One................↕............... Ki: 350 .......╚═══════╝..........................╚═══════╝Harper's Outfit
Style: Blue Crush
Age: Twenty-Two
Height: Five feet two inches
Profile for Harper Amelia Rose Tanner
Although her vision was blurry, Harper could see the doors that opened into the building. Having no idea where she was, knowing she needed to get help for Azura she prayed someone was in this building. Preferably right next to her when she opened the door.
Along with her white/blonde hair, Harpers skin was ghostly pale now. However, Harper had no idea since she could barely see. That and the ceiling was still the floor. Yeah, she was feeling the side effects. Harper had no idea how long these would last. She pushed open the door, sadly not able to stop her weight fast enough. When the door opened, Harper's body fell right though the door and onto the floor.
"Umpht!" Her made a weird moan as she hit the ground. It hurt just falling like that, and having no time to stop herself. Talking a calming breath through her nose, Harper let out a sigh. She smelled books. Was she in a library? Would there even be people in the library? Harper had no idea. She pushed herself into a sitting position. Her legs and arms felt weak and heavy now. How was she supposed to get help for Azura when she couldn't even walk?
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 3:16 pm
Profile۞Jonathan Haste۞ Jonathan was re-reading one of his favorite books, the Tree of Avalon by T.A. Baron, when he heard a thud coming from the direction of the door. He lazily turned his head to see a ball of white/blonde hair on the floor. The ball of hair lifted up to reveal that a woman was hiding underneath. Judging by her disorientated look, and the rather sickly color of her skin, she was probably in the middle of her gene-x sickness. Jonathan remember how bad it was when he first took the gene-x, and how he probably would have liked if someone had helped him. He placed his book down on the table, and walked over to the girl. "Excuse me miss, but do you need some help?" He lowered his hand to help her up. Ω [Level 4][Energy: 750] Ω
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 4:21 pm
нarper αmelia яose тanner Throw your sticks and your stones,
Throw your bombs and your blows,
But you're not gonna break my soul.╔═══════╗..........................╔═══════╗ ..... Level: One................↕............... Ki: 350 .......╚═══════╝..........................╚═══════╝Harper's Outfit
Style: Blue Crush
Age: Twenty-Two
Height: Five feet two inches
Profile for Harper Amelia Rose Tanner
Harper heard steps coming towards her and looked around fora second. Hearing were the steps came from she looked in that direction and saw a blurry outline of someone. They were taller, taller than her. The shape was masculine too. She grabbed the hand he gave her to help her up.
"I-uh.. Thank you!" She told him pulling herself up, with his help, and standing on her shaky legs. Oh! Azure needs help! Harper almost forgot. "No, I'm not the one that needs help. This girl, my roommate, too the syringe and shes hurting really badly! I need someone to help her!" She told him, her voice still warm like before. However now it was also shaky and showing her panic.
"I know its just the side effects but she's in so much pain! Is there anything we can do for her?" Harper asked him, grabbing onto his shirt for stability. She felt loopy now. "Is your hair blue?" Harper asked as her head pounded slightly. That was a silly thing to ask someone.
Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 5:44 pm
Profile۞Jonathan Haste۞ "Yes it is. It's an interesting side effect I got from the gene-x." Jonathan smiled, addled brained women were cute. "I kind of like it that way don't you?" Truth be told, Blue was his favorite color, and he much rather have it this color than the dark auburn that he had before. But now wasn't really the time to talk about hairstyles. "So you said that your friend needs help?" Jonathan moved her hand around his neck, and onto his shoulder, and placed his hand on her hip to support keep her up. "Where is she?"Ω [Level 4][Energy: 750] Ω
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 6:06 pm
нarper αmelia яose тanner Throw your sticks and your stones,
Throw your bombs and your blows,
But you're not gonna break my soul.╔═══════╗..........................╔═══════╗ ..... Level: One................↕............... Ki: 350 .......╚═══════╝..........................╚═══════╝Harper's Outfit
Style: Blue Crush
Age: Twenty-Two
Height: Five feet two inches
Profile for Harper Amelia Rose Tanner
"But! It's soooo blue." Harper was definitely loopy. However, his hair was a very pretty blue color. She wanted to touch it. So when he moved her hand, Harper gently grabbed a strand of hair. "You have soft hair." Harper told him before she wrapped her arm slightly around his neck and shoulders to keep her stable. "Mine makes me look like an old lady. Maybe I should dye it. Like, a pink color?" Harper thought aloud. She mentally kicked herself for acting stupid. Why was she acting stupid now?
"Azura is my friends name. She's in my room. Its umm." Shoot, Harper forgot. How could she forget the room number? "It's. Ummm. I can't remember!" Harper told him. Frustrated with herself for forgetting now. Not only that, but this guy was going to think she was stupid or mentally challenged down. 'Think, Harper.' Was it even? No, she remembered thinking about how it was an odd number. Something she thought she wouldn't forget. It had a lot of the same number.
"Oh!! I know! Its 111!" Harper said loopily with a goofy smile on her face now.
((Im so sorry, that was just to funny to resist!)) Just open your eyes
And see that life is beautiful.
Will you swear on your life,
That no one will cry at my funeral?
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Posted: Sun Jul 08, 2012 6:26 pm
Profile۞Jonathan Haste۞ "No, I think your hair looks lovely." He smiled down at her again, and started helping her along to the door. "Alright, lets go help your friend then."[Exit] Ω [Level 4][Energy: 750] Ω
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