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Vicious Conversationalist
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 Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 4:31 pm
"Alright." Eri looks back at her sister still in the reflection of the window. "Heaven. Send her to heaven. She deserves to rest in peace, after what I did to her." Eri looks down at her lap and closes her eyes, waiting for Takeshi to complete the job. "After all this, both of us can be in peace" she says with a smile.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 4:36 pm
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Vicious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 5:14 pm
She breathed out, opening her eyes again. "That was.. something else" she said quietly. She looked back at Takeshi. "Is that it?" she asked curiously. "Is... is she.. gone now?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 6:03 pm
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Vicious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 6:14 pm
"She is not here. Well..." she looked at him and smiled back: "... thank you. I appreciate it. A lot. You dont know how much this means to me." She downs her next vodka, and starts to giggle. "Hey, do you think the reason so many girls like you is because you look so hot?" She blurts.
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 6:54 pm
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Vicious Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 8:10 pm
"Shut up!" she said drunkedly. "The only reason *hic* that I think your hot, is because you are. Most girls would say your hot. But the reason I hate you..." she paused for some reason. "... is that I dont like a guy that has tons of girls. It pisses me off. I'd say two or even three are okay, but when your using each one for each day of the week, then it goes bad. They only want you because youre hot *hic*." She clutches her next vodka, sipping it. "Accept Kirei and Cameron. She truly, genuinly likes you." Eri looks away. "The only problem is that I like her."
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Posted: Sun Aug 14, 2011 10:03 pm
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Vicious Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 6:57 pm
She pushed back on his. "Gimme my drink back!!" she yells, swiping it from his hand and gulping it. "Ahhhh, I feel good. *hic*. Damn. Goddamn alchohol burps..." She sets the empty glass down on the bar, and throws a hundred dollar bill on the counter. "American currency. Enjoy it, my good man." She says to the bartender. She looks back at Takeshi. "And to answer your question: I'm going to show you that you only need one woman in your life." She nudges him. "Lets go back to my place. I dont completely trust your dorm, since i've never been in it, before."
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 7:10 pm
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Vicious Conversationalist
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 7:22 pm
(Eri and Takeshi exit to Eri's dorm)
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Posted: Mon Aug 15, 2011 9:15 pm
John walked in after the two left he then pulled out his gun "I want a strong bottle so i can get the pimp manwhore and his new toy out of my head" he then said as the bartender did just that
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 2:29 pm
Veral Foster Veral stepped into the diner and looked around, her sunglasses sweeping the temperatures. Not only did the place look totally destroyed, but it had non-humans written all over it. She grimaced a little in annoyance and pushed a button next to her sunglasses, taking off the thermal vision. Nekos, Demons, Angels... All of them were disgusting and just pathetic, especially those things she called kids. Veral walked over to one of the tables and studied it carefully. That pathetic creature was here...
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 7:57 pm
Hiro walked by the diner, sighing as he looked at Veral, for some reason she resembled somebody he knew. "I recommend leaving, orders from the owner, being me, is to burn this diner down." He said boredly, half closed red eyes looking at her, a neutral, uncaring expression set on his lips. He walked into the diner and rubbed the back of his head, Yumaki was off somewhere, but he didn't pay any mind at the moment.
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Posted: Sun Sep 04, 2011 9:10 pm
Veral turned around and glared at the boy. White hair and red eyes? Not human. "Not yet." she said and picked a couple of army dogtags that belonged to her brat of a daughter, Lena. "The thing that had these. Where is it?" she demanded and held it up in front of the boy.
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