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 Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:39 pm
Jay_jay_Blade "........ ......... i am.. i know it.. even if its not by you it by many more.. im just a puppet or a tool. Something to be used and amused for a while then thrown away. A defect.. " He stops his disappearing. "You don't have to be. Please stay... You can come wiht me and see that life is hard for everyone. Do you think I have it easy just cuase I'm liked? I have been killed more times then I can count and I have lost teh one person I loved. If I can keep going then so can you."
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:40 pm
::he laughed::
well i might decide to try it later, but for now im gonna stay off coffee. im doin well though. could use a bit of a stretch, but other than that im all good. how about you?
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:43 pm
*she took another drink, listening* tired...but good....ye should go and do something if ye beed to streach...dun let me stop ye...im jes gonna be sit'n 'round anyway
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:45 pm
~Walks out front of the dojo, lays in the grass and dozes off~
((I am goin to find somthing to do))
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:46 pm
9-Lives Jay_jay_Blade "........ ......... i am.. i know it.. even if its not by you it by many more.. im just a puppet or a tool. Something to be used and amused for a while then thrown away. A defect.. " He stops his disappearing. "You don't have to be. Please stay... You can come wiht me and see that life is hard for everyone. Do you think I have it easy just cuase I'm liked? I have been killed more times then I can count and I have lost teh one person I loved. If I can keep going then so can you." " .. im being selfish.. i know. that.. im just not.. capable of being here .. or wanting to do much things anymore.." Looks at her as he said " .. i know what i am and what im not and im a puppet of someone called Fate we all are, you died and your love.. died cause of her as she spins her string and cuts it for a reason.. " Looks at her as he slowly walks out of his room.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:49 pm
::he shook his head::
thats why im sittin here. i don think its fair that you have to sit around and im able to go train and such. so im just going to sit here with you.
::he nods once and grins::
((and damn it. evil mother wants me to go grocery shopping with her. be back in a bit))
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:49 pm
9 sighed as she walked out of his room and went back down starts.
"Hello ppl..."
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:52 pm
*she looked at Jay* Fate is everyones puppet master...she will eventually cut the strings and the curtains will close....But ye cannot let 'er cut the strings so soon..... Fate is testing ye, she tests us all.....but we must succeed....'er tests are of character....ye can be strong or ye can be weak, ye can cry but still live....but ye cannot kill yerself and expect to be strong...I've lost everything in the past few years....but I've moved on...I grieve for my loses....But I am 'appy with wha' I've gain'd
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:52 pm
He walks to the fridge and openeds it and drinks his sake. He looks at it as he drinks it. He just took thee whole bottle and drank it he couldn't help himself. He tried to get his mind off the blood.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:55 pm
Silently opening the doors and closing it behind her, she walks in. She glances at the people who are there and glances down, as she walks to find a place to sit. carefully watching her steppings. She finds a chair and sits down, placing her elbows on her knees and resting her head on them.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:58 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 1:59 pm
Looks at phia. " ... i know.. Fate knows what i put through i been to hell and back then put back in it.. its just been hitting me harder and harder.. making my ife worse why is that? She ******** hates me and wants to see me deal with all crap i might have a nice attitude all the time.. but im just.. sad.. .. so is everyone else.. i can't hide.. i can;t run.. my time is probably nearly up. "
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 2:02 pm
Hearing some of the conversations going on, sai thinks she came in at a wrong time. She glances up at the few people with her green eyes, hidden behind the loose strands of hair covering her face. She stands up and makes her way towards the door, as silently, as she came in, trying not to make a distrubance to those around.
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 2:10 pm
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Posted: Fri Sep 03, 2004 2:41 pm
The everlasting blue of the sky stretched on for as far as he could see through his yellow/steel gray eyes. Few clouds occupied the skies as they drifted to the east like their previous foreclouds. His angelic white hair was short, but well kept. His height was at least five-nine.
The man made his way to the doorway of the dojo, and looked within, wondering where the door was since there was none in sight for him to see. He blinked twice, out of curiousity for not having seen such a place like it before. His eyes creeped up from looking at the base of the doorway, and looked inside cautiously.
Apparently that wizard was correct and paying him that vile of air essence was a good deal after all. He thought to himself and walked through the door. His mind became suddenly flooded with the amazing amount of incrediable strong fighters and healers alike. This intrigued him.
He made his steps deliberate in his wooden sandals, each footstep making a mild clicking sound as they made contact with the wonderful looking wood floor. His baggy beige cargo pants flowed with his grace of footsteps and followed the wind that passed him by, carrying the cloth of the clothing with it gently. He wore no shirt of any kind, just a leather strip sheathe that was over his chest, and carried a brown scaled sheathe within them. A rose wood handle poked out from the top of the sheathe, revealing it was a sword of some sort, but most particularly a 'Warbrand'(Brand means sword in this reference to that word.) and was very long indeed.
He looked about, wondering if he could possibly indentify the leader visual without asking, letting the shifts of wind around him flow gracefully, without his intrusion.
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