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 Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:13 pm
 "...i could never hurt you, and i would never turn you in... There has to be another way, and if there isn't, we will find one. But i will never hurt you..."
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Posted: Sat Sep 03, 2011 9:43 pm
 ~June~
June got up then stumbled her eyes turned orange again then she closed her eyes tightly "I-uh gotta go" then she ran out of the book store so fast she was a blur.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 4:22 pm
"Dammit, not again! We still need to talk!" He yelled. He put his hand on his sword and focused. Then, in an instant, he was gone chasing after her as fast as he could, using power borrowed from Peace to keep up with her... He wasn't sure how long he could keep following her at that speed, because he was still inexperienced at using Peace's power, but he would try to the best of his ability.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 4:32 pm
~June~
June's feet pounded the floor as ahe ran towards the exit she could feel soles of her shoes tearing as she ran then she heard ace scream but she couldn't quite hear what he was saying then she could smell that he was gaining on her she screamed in pain and frustation and she ran into the forrest.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 7:08 pm
 Arctic entered the book store with a smile on his face as he smelled the scent of both new and old books.
He then continued to walk around the shop, stopping a couple of times when a certain book title peaked his interests but only for a brief second before he started to look around again.
As Arctic was finishing up his little walkthrough of the shop something caught his eye in the used book alle.
"What do we have here?...... The book of Thoth hmmm."
He said to himself as he examined the old book closly, the old occult book had seen better days and it was no wonder why people had ignored it.
As he continued to look at the book closely he decided to open it and read a couple of pages.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 7:41 pm
 Ⓨvonne Ⓡedhorn Dorm: Rosewood Dorm || Roommates: Coaimhe and Akane Cherii || Friends I Am With: None || Strangers I Am With: Arctic Yvonne walked into the store, looking around at the shelves. She smiled a little, happy to see so many books. "I wonder...if they have Clockwork Angel...." Yvonne walked around, looking at the books. She hadn't paid any attention to the people around her--they usually moved out of her way as soon as it became clear she wasn't paying attention. So, of course she was surprised when she bumped into a boy holding a rather torn up book. She blushed heavily and covered her face with her sketchpad, backing away slowly. Maybe he wouldn't notice her? Of course he's going to notice me! I bumped into him for God's sake![[ OoC: ]]
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 7:53 pm
     Joshua strode into the book store with a sly smile on his face. He really shouldn't be in here, after all, he was more likely to find fiction books than non-fiction, which is what his parents expected him to buy and read. However, Joshua, as smart as he was, still wanted to read fiction books, partly for the reason that his parents had expressly forbidden it, but also because his secret ambition was to be an author, and not an author of non-fiction, an author who wrote fiction, although he hadn't really decided what genre he wished to write. He did enjoy science fiction, and it did allow him to combine his studies and his work, but at the same time, there were so many genres to chose from!
Either way, he could think about it later. What he was actually here to do was buy books, it was a book store after all. Browsing the shelves, he looked for the name of a specific author, one Isaac Asimov, a very well known science fiction author. And Joshua wasn't just looking for one of his books, he was looking for a series, a rather well known series, one he desperately wanted to read. "They better have the Foundation series." he muttered to himself.
Finally, he found them, and was estatic to find that they had the entire series, including the prequel and fourth book that had been written at a later date. Smiling to himself, he took the books off the shelf and cradled them in his arms as though they were a precious gem, which to him, they were. As he continued to browse to see what he could find, he noticed two people who were also there, but he was too shy to say anything as he stood beside them, searching the shelves.
   
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:11 pm
Arctic felt somebody bump into what caused him to stop reading and see who walked.
"Oh i'm sorry was I in your way?"
He asked the girl in a heavy German accent as he looked at her blankly unsure if it was his fault for not paying attention.
He then was hit with the sense of another person in the shop besides him and the girl who was in front of him covering her face with her sketch book.
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:22 pm
Ⓨvonne Ⓡedhorn Dorm: Rosewood Dorm || Roommates: Coaimhe and Akane Cherii || Friends I Am With: None || Strangers I Am With: Arctic, Joshua (indirectly) Yvonne looked at Arctic from over her sketchbook, her face hidden to hide how red she was. "I....Um....N-No....It was my fault....I'm not very, um...attentive...when I'm looking at books....Please, forgive me...." She was used to apologizing for these things. Her eyes darted down, to avoid looking straight at Arctic. "Sorry about that...."[[ OoC: ]]
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Posted: Wed Sep 14, 2011 8:42 pm
Arctic closed the book he was reading and warmly smiled at Yvonne.
"Its a quite alright it was partially my fault as well I should of paying more attention "
He said as he continued to smile at Yvonne who was still hiding behind her sketchbook.
"So what kind of books are you into?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 5:40 am
Ⓨvonne Ⓡedhorn Dorm: Rosewood Dorm || Roommates: Coaimhe and Akane Cherii || Friends I Am With: None || Strangers I Am With: Akane Yvonne lowered the sketchbook all the way, still looking down. "Um....Fiction and...occult....I also like biographies...." She blushed a little again, glancing up at him. He had a German accent. Her father had said her mother had some German in her, which made Yvonne a little bit German, too. Of course, she was far more American than German. "Um....I can tell you're German...."[[ OoC: ]]
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 7:02 am
Arctic was a bit shocked but kept the same warm smile on face as before when she told him she liked occult and biogarphies, he would of pegged as just a Fiction book reader.
"Interesting"
He said before he laughed when she said she could tell he was German.
"Did my accent give it away?"
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 1:36 pm
Ⓨvonne Ⓡedhorn Dorm: Rosewood Dorm || Roommates: Coaimhe and Akane Cherii || Friends I Am With: None || Strangers I Am With: Arctic Yvonne looked at him, her cheeks still a little red. "Well, yes....And, my mother had some German, too, so....I went to Germany with my big brother once, to see it...." She smiled softly, remembering when her brother had tried so hard to decipher the German language so he could translate for the eight-year-old her. "Your peoples' language...was complicated to understand for me back then...." She looked at him fully now, with a little apology in her eyes in case she'd offended him. [[ OoC: ]]
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 4:00 pm
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Dorm: Glaucous Dorm || Roommates: Arctic Frust and Rei Noko
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Apollonius Camael Pristi'Sofia
Friends I Am With: No one || Strangers I Am With: Arctic, Yvonne, and Joshua (indirectly)
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Mood: || Martial Status: Single
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Apollo walked into the book store. He ignored the curious looks of the people around him. He was used to it. Apollo's death-pale appearance made him stick out among everyone. As he scanned the bookshelves in the same aisle as Yvonne and Arctic, he spotted his father's latest book. A novel explaining necromancy. "Pourquoi, ce bâtard arrogant! Comment ose-t-il me servir comme source d'inspiration pour son roman! Je vais le tuer! Tuez, tuez, tuez-le!" An employee came over. "Is there a problem, sir?" If I still had access to my family's wealth.... "Nothing that you can help with. I'm sorry for the outburst. I just saw a book by an author I'm not too fond of." He took the book off the shelf. "I'd like to buy this." "Why would you buy a book if you don't like the author?" "So I can burn it." The employee blinked, confused. He looked around him, hoping no one had noticed him, or his comments.[[ Out of Location: ]]
[[ Out of Craziness: ]]
[[Out of English: Why, that arrogant b*****d! How dare he use me as inspiration for his novel! I'm going to kill him! Kill him, kill him, kill him! ]]
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Posted: Thu Sep 15, 2011 4:24 pm
❁ şƈąŧɧąƈɧ ❁ ░║ ЄҲƖԼЄƊ ƜƛƦƦƖƠƦ ƤƦƖƝƇЄƧƧ ║░ ι wιѕн ι wαѕ oɴ yoɴder нιll,
'тιѕ тнere ι'd ѕιт αɴd cry мy ғιll
'тιl every тeαr woυld тυrɴ α мιll  ☆:*´¨`*:.☆(¯`*•.¸,¤°´ʂἶúἶl მ ɾúἶղ`°¤,¸.•*´¯)☆:*´¨`**:.☆
Scathach walked into the store, browsing the shelves for awhile. She wasn't sure what she wanted to read, but there had to be something to interest her. Cuchulain trotted behind her, tall neck seeming to browse the shelves along with her. She grinned when she found a book she'd been waiting to rad for years. The Art of War. A wonderful novel indeed. When she heard a kid growl in frenzied... what was that? French? She couldn't stop curiosity from causing her to walk over as he spoke with a clerk. When he said he wanted to burn the book, Scathach gasped and interrupted, "Burn it?! What's wrong with you? You never burn books." Realizing that she's spoken aloud she covered her mouth with her hand in an almost comical way and muttered, "I mean..." She uncovered her mouth and shrugged, "You know what, it's too late now. I can't believe you'r seriously going to burn it."
☆:*´¨`*:.☆(¯`*•.¸,¤°´ἶʂ ցօ ძէé էú ოօ ოհúἶɾղíղ ʂláղ`°¤,¸.•*´¯)☆:*´¨`**:.☆ ι'll dye мy peттιcoαтѕ, ι'll dye тнeм red
αɴd 'roυɴd тнe world ι'll вeɢ мy вreαd
υɴтιl мy pαreɴтѕ ѕнαll wιѕн мe deαd...
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