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 Posted: Sun Mar 08, 2009 1:50 pm
Leelan took it gently. "Thank you very much." Leelan went back to watching the movie.
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Posted: Fri Mar 13, 2009 7:52 am
Leelan looked up at Prometheus and smiled. She wasn't really interested in the movie but Wolf was and she wanted to be here for his birthday. Leelan kissed his cheeked and smiled at Wolf.
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 10:13 am
((what happened to everyone?))
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 12:38 pm
((Prometheus goes offline alot for no reason, Mephlius and Amnity have a different guild, and I have no idea why I'm not posting. I guess I'm waiting for someone else to post.))
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Leprechaun and the Voices
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Posted: Sat Mar 21, 2009 4:15 pm
ThunderLightnin ((Prometheus goes offline alot for no reason, Mephlius and Amnity have a different guild, and I have no idea why I'm not posting. I guess I'm waiting for someone else to post.))
((Actually, the other guild is dying too. I just don't have anything to post about, since nobody else is posting.))
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Posted: Sun Mar 22, 2009 5:16 pm
~~I am back from my absence. My apologies, everyone.~~
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 12:37 am
Leelan yawned a bit and looked at Wolf. "Well I'm heading out. I hope you had a lovely birthday." She kisses his fore head and heads to the door. "It was nice meeting eveyone."
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Posted: Tue Mar 24, 2009 2:14 pm
 
Prometheus follows after her, tussling Wolf's hair instead of kissing him. " A pleasure to meet you all, I assure you." He said, his talk still stuck in the century of which he came from.
 
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 4:18 am
Leelan walked out of the apartment and looked around. Where shall she go now? Leelan felt a bit hungry so she decided to go back to Prometheis apartment.
(exit apartment)
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 5:24 pm
Wolf nodded. "Okay, I'll see you guys later. G'night." He waved a little, then turned to the others. "Now shall we get started?" Wolf asked, grinning. With no delays, he thought that the next event should go on without a hitch. ((Darn. You just rick roll'd a rick roller Dx))
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Posted: Wed Mar 25, 2009 5:30 pm
Prometheus nodded a final goodbye to everyone, then followed after Leelan.
~~Exit: Prometheus' apartment~~
~~Sssh! Don't tell meh secret!~~
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:11 pm
Cosette was trying to make her way down the sidewalk with an awful limp that disrupted the flow that once was her grace. She looked clumsy and worn with that slight little stagger of her steps and she absolutely hated every bit of it. She was accustomed to looking absolutely perfect. Shinny gold curls, blemish free skin, and crisp expensive clothes, but now none of that seemed to matter with that horrible flaw screaming for everyone's attention. There just wasn't any way to cover that up. Only time would correct the injury in her poor knee, a month never seemed so darn long to the immortal creature.
Of course, she knew exactly who to thank for that flaw. And it was his door that she was now pounding on. If he didn't have such a crazy huge door, she would have walked right in to extract her petty revenge. No, instead she was being forced into knocking because it was the only way she might be able to get inside the windowless hole in the ground. Stan had better be home because Cosette had planned her entire evening around him and she hated changing her plans. The little vampire pounding on his door might look perfectly harmless through a peephole, but under the bulk of her pricey fur coat, she had a lovely array of knifes tucked into her waistband. She'd never kill dear Stan, But she sure wanted to give him a last injury to match her own. What did it matter that humans don't heal in the same way? Maybe she would be able to get him to sit still long enough so that she could draw a pretty picture on his arm.
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Posted: Wed Apr 08, 2009 9:31 pm
Talk about being caught at a bad time. Stan had been putting on his pants as Cosette knocked at the door, he hurried up and dressed himself on the assumption that it was probably the tax collector. The hunter came out into his messy living room in a hoodie, jeans and sneakers; approaching the door with the utmost annoyance that one exhibited when being visited by the IRS. Peering through the key hole of the large door left him at odds as he saw no one. Cosette was too short and was too close to the door as she knocked; a concept that initially creeped the psychologist out.. Shrugging his shoulders, Stan opened the door and to his surprise! Big eyes!
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Posted: Thu Apr 09, 2009 6:42 pm
She would have expected that Stan might be a little bit more excited to see such a pretty blond standing on his doorstep, but on the contrary; he had such a bland expression plastered across his face. Maybe he had been expecting different company, not that it appeared to make any difference to Cosette. She was already shoving past him, inviting herself right in to that hole in the ground. Those blue eyes flickered around the room and she wondered briefly how Stan had managed to get her blood stains out of his carpet and furniture. Blood is such a pain to remove from fabrics, it was part of the reason that Cosette was always having to go out and get herself some new clothes. She could still smell the blood lingering in the room though, no matter how well Stan might have removed the stains. Her ficus wavered back to him then as she spun around to face him.
“So, How have you been, Birdie? Finding ways to entrain yourself? Any other poor defenseless little vampires that you have been shooting?” She spoke with an eerie calmness, strumming her fingers through her gold curls as she continued on. “Were you expecting someone else? I don't see why anyone else would bother to visit you with the way you treat your friends. “
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