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 Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 7:39 am
-she dropped to the ground, her heels clicking on the wood floor and her long black cloak settling around her shoulders. she looked around and grinned at Dream.-
Dream, next time Wesker says something smart, you've got my permission to smack him..
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:52 am
Death_of_Dawn73 -she dropped to the ground, her heels clicking on the wood floor and her long black cloak settling around her shoulders. she looked around and grinned at Dream.- Dream, next time Wesker says something smart, you've got my permission to smack him.. What? I don't say anything smart...
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 8:55 am
Just because pants and dance rhyme does not mean you have to make up foolish suggestions for a type of dance.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 10:15 am
Death_of_Dawn73 Just because pants and dance rhyme does not mean you have to make up foolish suggestions for a type of dance. That was cold and harsh. cry
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 10:25 am
As am I, my fledgling..as am I...
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 10:50 am
Death_of_Dawn73 As am I, my fledgling..as am I... I just caught a Black Roque Biter that was nicer than you... sweatdrop
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 10:54 am
Mmhmm..that's to be expected..I'm not a very nice person..just remember I own you..literally.
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 11:14 am
Death_of_Dawn73 Mmhmm..that's to be expected..I'm not a very nice person..just remember I own you..literally. You own quite a sexy vampire. rofl All right, I'm done... *Picks up his sheathed sword and straps it onto his back. He walks over to the window and lightning illuminates a figure on the grounds outside the dance hall.* Huh? What was that? neutral
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 11:31 am
-she gives him a look, then walks over to the window and looks out-
What? Did you see something?
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 11:57 am
Death_of_Dawn73 -she gives him a look, then walks over to the window and looks out- What? Did you see something? Well...he's kind of glowing now. *Points to a blue light pulsing as it approaches the dance hall* Must have some sort of magical artifact I guess...I could shoot him if you'd like. *Grabs his .45s.*
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 12:03 pm
you really think those will work? Here..follow me..
-she turns and jumps into the rafters, walking to the hidden door and tracing the symbol, revealing the passageways. Without waiting she rushes through the doors and runs up the stairs to the roof..-
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 12:06 pm
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 12:16 pm
Death_of_Dawn73 you really think those will work? Here..follow me.. -she turns and jumps into the rafters, walking to the hidden door and tracing the symbol, revealing the passageways. Without waiting she rushes through the doors and runs up the stairs to the roof..- Well...we don't know anything about this guy...bullets might hurt him... *sigh* Whatever... *Wesker follows Dawn to the roof but seems to be taking his time.* *As the figure draws closer to the dance hall, it appears to be a man, soaked from rain and mumbling to himself. The wrinkles on his face make him look at least sixty.* "I wonder if the people here are friendly...," said the old man, with a hard cough afterwards. *The object he was holding was definitely glowing, and appeared to be a broken pentagon.* You hear that Dawn, he came here looking for help! lol So, what do you want to do?
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 12:23 pm
I think Nobody is a post whore... gonk
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Posted: Mon Aug 08, 2005 1:00 pm
First off, his name is Nobody..not strife. And second, always be on your guard..There's something strange about him..
-she turned and disappeared down the staircase, her cloak billowing behind her. She snapped, making her poisoned throwing knives appear on her leg in their sheaths. She settled on a rafter in the shadows of the Dance Hall and waited..-
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