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 Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 7:11 pm
"...... Like I told you I don't know how to use it.." She slowly removed her hands from her ears and sat quietly.
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Posted: Mon Jul 03, 2006 8:01 pm
Akin rubbed his forehead,
"What did you do last time?" he asked. He tugged at his hair, then stood again, pacing once more.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 9:14 am
"um... well..." She paused trying to remember. "..I was leaning against my wall and I fell through it..."
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 10:26 am
Akin turned and glared at her,
"Nothing else?...What where you thinking?" He clasped his hands behind his back.
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Posted: Tue Jul 04, 2006 11:01 am
She paused for a long time trying to remember. "... mostly incoherent thoughts about being alone in that cell..."
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Posted: Wed Jul 05, 2006 7:45 pm
Akin turned back to the wall, pushing a hand to it,
"...Try again." Simple as that. He said no more.
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Posted: Thu Jul 06, 2006 5:46 pm
"But why?" She blinked. "I'm not alone now."
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Posted: Fri Jul 07, 2006 11:50 am
Akin laughed,
"Because I want out of his cell, quite baddly...And you can go through walls...It's driving me crazy."
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Posted: Sun Jul 23, 2006 3:38 pm
Name: Steve Green (my creativity stops at my name...)
Age: 19
Power: Fire
Weakness: Water (DUH! xd )
Description: 5' 9", extensive training in the ways of the sword, he has stange black tatoos all the way down each arm, with a faint redish blur on the back of each hand. Long, Necklength red-orange hair.
Life story: Orphaned as a kid, a group of swordsmen found him on the streets, took him in, and was trained in their ways from then on. He was 15 when he discovered his control over fire. It was during a class, in the middle of a sparing match between him and his friend. His friend had dodged behind him, ready to strike, Steve whipped around and slashed, a stream of flame shot out of the blade and sent the friend flying backwards. He was hospitalized after this.
At the age of 18, he encountered a group of Government Officials . It was just after a sword training class when he went to his dorm. It was twilight, shadows concealing most of the courtyard.
As Steve was walking out in the dark, he was ambushed. As the Officials lunged out at him, he jumped back, drawing his sword, preparing for any confrontation. All of a sudden, the back of his neck started to sting.
"What the hell?!" He pulled a dart out of the back of his neck, whipped around, and saw another Official holding a dartgun. Steve started to feel woozy. He looked at the dart, there was printing on the side.
"Tranquilizers.....no fair....." That was the last that he remembered as he was rushed off to Sina....
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Posted: Mon Jul 24, 2006 10:21 pm
((..... you don't even make sence..))
"But I don't know how to!" She screamed.
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 12:59 pm
Mifmemo ((..... you don't even make sence..)) "But I don't know how to!" She screamed. ((it was an off day....I'll see what I can do to make it make sence...)) EDIT: ya, I think I wrote that for a different RP by accident! xd Its fixed now...
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Posted: Tue Jul 25, 2006 3:59 pm
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Posted: Wed Jul 26, 2006 9:32 pm
Steve awoke in his cell, the rough stone walls blocking out any outside life. It was dark except for the one hanging light inside the confines.
"Ugh....what a pain..." Steve said, rubbing the back of his neck. He looks around, sleepily, but all of a sudden he realizes a missing key object.
"Where the hell is my sword?!" Steve started to look around frantically, not finding any trace from it.
He recalled the last thing he remembered, and realized that the government officials must have taken it.
"Damn..." He began to pace around in his cell, wondering just what was going to happen next....
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Posted: Sat Jul 29, 2006 11:27 pm
Akin winced, putting his scared hands over his ears,
"No..don't...don't scream..." He siad, his hands tensing. He didn't like loud noises. He stood, breathing heavily, staring at the wall.
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Posted: Sun Jul 30, 2006 6:45 pm
She stopped at looked up at Akin wondering why he was in so much pain.
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