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 Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:09 pm
"To..." Fern had released his hands and was looking about her carefully. "They have a private garden here? Let's go there!" With a playful giggle, she tapped Gavin's arm and took off, calling out, "Catch a fae if you may!"
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Posted: Thu Aug 28, 2008 9:12 pm
He grinned, and started after her with his elf-speed, catching up easily after a few minutes. She was pretty fast. His arms wrapped around her waist to stop her.
" You'll have to go faster than that." He whispered in her ear, standing carefully so as to not hurt her wings. He stepped back and cleared his throat out of embarresment.
" Sorry. Got a bit carried away." He tried to hide the blush on his tanned cheeks. They traipsied towards the entrance to the garden.
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Posted: Sat Oct 11, 2008 12:36 pm
Gladys let out something agitatingly similar to a groan as she finally managed to make her sulky way into the opening room of the dorms, cheeks filled with that annoying shimmering warmth they always seemed to pick up whenever she entered a new place, suitcase slung over her left shoulder, fingers curled absently around the handle.
Her eyes flickered in their mandatory fashion to take in the room, nose curling just slightly at the smells cast from everything within it- AND of course at the choice of decour.
What was this anyways, really? Some kind of snotty person's grand parent's house?
Ah well, nevermind, nevermind; she'd deal. Hopefully...? Probably...? More than likely...?
Yeah, more than likely.
She shifted her bag's weight without really thinking about it, slinking instinctively as far away from the main stairs as she could manage while still keeping them in sight. Great. Giant stair thingys.
Better than elevators for the fear factor thing, of course, but she could still already picture herself soaring through the air all over the place off of the (she'd already determined) evil things.
The fingers of her right hand carressed the smoothness of the keys without any real thought involved in the process. Just to make sure they were there, just to make sure there was something she could still touch without feeling like she'd end up breaking it as she was sure to be doing a lot of around here. Heh.
'Right, I'm here, I'm still breathing, and now I have to find the room.... Right? But what's the number? Room number...?'
She peeked down at the said key as the thoughts swam mockingly forth behind her eyes, squinting down at the tiny engraved digit even while imagining just running up and down the hallway banging on doors until she found an empty room. It really WOULD probably be easier that way, but then again, it might make the inhabbitants just a liiiittle more peeved than she'd like in terms of starting everything off.
Heh; least she had a plan.
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Posted: Fri Oct 31, 2008 9:24 pm
The black-winged angel glanced around the Keystone Dorm lounge, feeling slightly out of place. Personally, he had no clue where he was supposed to be at this time. The tree it is. He thought, scowling slightly. How he hated those things! Sure, he loved them in general, but sleeping in them? That just bothered him. Always made him feel vulnerable, something that he never liked feeling. Ehh. What can you do? He quietly left the dorm lounge, mumbling unhappily at the thought of another restless night in a tree.
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Posted: Sat Nov 22, 2008 7:49 pm
Damien groaned as he walked into the Keystone Dorm lounge. On his flight from the water gardens, some birds had decided that they wanted to get to know him. He unfolded his wings and frowned at the feathers that fell when he moved them. He then refolded them and picked up the black feathers that lay on the ground. He then sat on one of the couches, turned to lay down on it and nodded off into another dreamless sleep after a while.
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