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 Posted: Thu Oct 02, 2008 4:28 pm
Anatoly thought for a moment and shrugged. "When you were facing off with that a*****e Guardian," who also attacked me on a regular basis, "I saw it on your back and... I just saw that one, picked out from all the others you had on you, and I knew what it was and what it did."
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 6:58 pm
"Hmm. Then it is as I thought..." Stark stood, stroking his chin.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 9:20 pm
Anna thought of how to put it before she signed for Nathan: I have damaged vocal cords.
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Posted: Fri Oct 03, 2008 10:07 pm
"Which is...?" Anatoly prompted tentatively.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 7:57 am
"Just naturally?" Nathan replied. "Nothing... happened to you? You've always been like this? That would be terrible," he added to himself, glancing down at the table and briefly away from Anna, before going back to watch for a response.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 6:44 pm
Anna gave Nathan a pretty smile: she liked him, he was kind and curious. Once again she began to sign: My mother didn't think my voice was pretty enough. You're very kind Nathan, would you take a picture with me? One of Anna's eyebrows arched slightly at the question and a strand of her orangish-red hair with a yellowed tip fell onto her face.
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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 11:37 pm
Lost in thought, Stark was surprised by the question. "Training's over," he said curtly. "Go back to your room."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 7:57 am
"Mmkay," Anatoly replied, leaving swiftly. He looked over his shoulder constantly until he was shut within the confines of his room again. God, was he ever sick of surprise tests.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 11:40 am
Stark stood in the middle of the room long after Anatoly left, left arm holding right bicep and right hand stroking chin. He was deep in thought.
"Bitong," he said at length. "Come here."
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 12:23 pm
Nathan's eyes widened very, very sharply at her declaration. "Your... your mother did that to you?" He stopped himself. She still probably loved her mother, but... such an action. How could that be forgiven? He shook his head to clear it. "I don't exactly have a camera, do you?" he asked, only slightly interested in keeping clear of it - he was slightly, slightly camera-shy.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 1:19 pm
Anna rolled her red eyes while she pulled out a desposible camera from her jean short's pocket. Anna then set the camera on the table so she could talk to Nathan: Try not to worry about it. Do you not like your picture taken? She asked with a curious look on her face.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:27 pm
"Yes Stark?" Bitong said as he wandered into the room from the doorway opposite from the one Anatoly just left through.
Bitong just stood in front of Stark in the room waiting for Starks reply.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 9:54 am
"Don't much care for mirrors either. Make me self-conscious," he told her, but consented to move over to a more convenient location for photo-taking. "I presume then you take a lot of pictures? A sort of hobby?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 12:24 pm
Anna beamed and quickly hopped over beside Nathan, reaching across the table to pull her camera towards them. Anna let go and turned to Nathan, signing faster than usual out of excitment: I love pictures! You're too handsome to be self-concious. After that Anna waved her gloved hand with an indifferent look before picking up the camera again. She leaned closer to Nathan and reached around him to grab Blaine's arm and pulled him into the picture as well, squishing Nathan in the process. Anna had a wide grin on her face as she took the picture. The young woman sat up, smiling down at her camera: this surely would be one of her favorite pictures.
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Posted: Mon Oct 06, 2008 5:45 pm
Blaine grunted as he was dragged into the picture, "What the Hell?" he muttered. As the picture was taken, Blaine's face had a mixed expression of shock and annoyance on it.
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