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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:23 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Ian frowned a bit at that, and even though he wasn't surprised, it hurt a little for some reason. Damn his heart. Why did he have one? He was slightly... no, very insulted when he was called an 'easy target'. No way. What kind of easy target would have teeth and claws to defend themselves with? But he couldn't argue since that would just make her upset. Well, even more than usual.
"Maybe the lizard is hiding in a room many people avoid? Such as... a closet? Or the boiler room?" He honestly had no clue, but that was his best guess. __________________________________________________________
"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 8:30 pm
.:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says, ‘Give up,’
"The lizard is too fat to fit into a closet, so the boiler room is a good guess. Good boy. That hand of yours can be your treat. You can fetch it later." Annalie said as she already began wheeling her way out.
[ Exits ]
(( Short post. 8D ))
Hope whispers, ‘Try it one more time.’” - Anonymous
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:38 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ It was a fat lizard too? Ian wasn't sure how big it was before since Annalie's description was a bit lacking, but if it was too big to fit in a closet, then this was way better than a hand. Oh, and he was allowed to have the hand later too! He followed after Annalie, in a much better mood than usual, clapping his claws together in joy.
[Exits... with a longer post D=<] __________________________________________________________
"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
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Posted: Wed Jul 11, 2012 6:08 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢
¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯ Ian was definitely not in a happy mood. He couldn't find the hand after he had chucked it out the window, and he didn't even get a bite out of the giant lizard. And now he had to teach. How lovely. He didn't want to teach anything. He was just looking for fascinating creatures to kidnap and sell on the black market, but every time he saw something remotely interesting, he didn't have the chance to snatch them up without being spotted.
Well, since nothing else was working out for him, he was going to make class enjoyable. For him, at least. With a snap of his claws, several stacks of paper appeared on his desk with a burst of flames. He fanned the smoke away and began counting the papers, making sure he had enough for each student. If he couldn't cause much mischief on his own, then he was going to use his students as little minions to create havoc around the school. __________________________________________________________
“Blood is really warm, it's like drinking hot chocolate but with more screaming.”
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