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 Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:21 am
What?! No! I don't wanna be a cheerleader, although I could, I mean, there's twenty-four WHOLE hours in a day and I have enough trouble filling the 18 I don't spend sleeping, and if I wanted to I could probably cut that down to 5 hours of sleep but then that'd be a whole NOTHER hour I'd have to find stuff to do during and yeah it's fun running from coast to coast and checking out America when I get bored but I don't think technically I'm supposed to leave campus without permission and although my Uncle knows about it I'm not sure if it'd be seen as favoritism that I'm allowed to it and I wouldn't want anyone to think that I'm getting special treatment, though I've seen that other kids get special treatment based on things, did you know there's one kid here who gets to keep a flying pet elephant?!
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:21 am
*Peter scowls as his experiment suddenly turns black and viscous.* What the heck?
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:22 am
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:25 am
*Peter looks up from the fluid and blinks.* Guy gets to leave the planet. I don't think leaving campus is TOO bad. Then again, I guess it's different for him. He certainly seems to not enjoy his meeting with the "smurfs," or whatever he calls 'em.
*He looked back down into his beaker. The experiment moved and twitched curiously.* I don't know! I . . . it's not supposed to do THIS!
*He looked up again.* So, what was Cassie gonna get Chris to help you with?
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:31 am
I don't need his help with anything...It's just that he drew a bunch of hearts all over my notebook and I don't really need that sort of awkwardness with my roommate.
*Wally reaches out and taps the side of the beaker*
Woah.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:36 am
So, you think Powell likes you or something?
*The black substance suddenly leaps out of the beaker and jumps onto Peter's arm.*
AHH! Get it off!
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:38 am
*Wally grabs Peter in an instant, and they're both suddenly at the chemical wash station. Wally sticks Peter's arm in the wash and turns it on*
DONTMOVESOMEONEGETUNCLEBARRY!!!
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:40 am
*The black substance crawls up along Peter's arm, determined to get away from the water. It squeaks at Wally irritably, and then it starts crawling along the back of Peter's shirt.*
Mr. Allen, help!
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:43 am
~The doors of the school opened, and she walked in, striding slowly, with a smirk gracing her face. She ignored most of the losers that lined the halls, waving to a few, but mostly just basking in her air of superiority. Her "friends" followed her, looking just as haughty. She got to her locker, and looked at the freshman standing in front of it, talking to her friends~
Hey, I think you're in my way. Who do you think you are? Move, before I make your social life dead for the remainder of your life.
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:45 am
Gah!
*Wally dashes out of the room, and mere moments later, rushes in, Mr. Allen behind him. Mr. Allen starts inspecting the strange goo at incredible speed while Wally tries pulling it off of Pete*
Hang on, Pete! We'll get it off!
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:48 am
*The slime snarls at Mr. Allen, then . . . for lack of a better term, "snuggles" against Peter. It sends a tendril of itself look along Peter's neck.*
This is really creepy!
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:52 am
*Mr. Allen tries a variety of solvents at super-speed, none of which seem to affect the black goo. Next, he tries several different wavelengths of light from the lab's ultraviolet and infrared lights*
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 8:55 am
*The symbiote wriggles as it actually starts to expand. After a few seconds, it starts to weave itself into Peter's shirt.*
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 9:02 am
~gathered a few books out of her locker and dropped them into the arms of the nearest boy~
Carry these for me.
~he nodded and did as she said, following her to class (and even waiting outside the bathroom as she primped in front of the mirror for a while)~
Just put them down on the desk and leave.
~she stretched and rummaged through her purse for a bit, taking out her cell and texting her friends who were accross the room~
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Posted: Tue Dec 14, 2010 9:06 am
*Mr. Allen moved on to the sonic oscillator, trying different frequencies on the goo*
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