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 Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:41 pm
She looked at him with a happy look. "Are you blushing?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:48 pm
"Wha-" He looked at her quickly then back at the ground, groaning. If he looked at her, she would see it...was that a good thing? He peeked at her from the corner of his eye. "Why?" he asked slowly. "If I am, what does it mean to you..." the words came out in a slur of embarrasment. He was still a deep red...
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:49 pm
She smiled. She then began to laugh slightly. "It would only mean...that you liked me." She began to laugh a bit more.
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Posted: Fri Aug 17, 2007 11:58 pm
The words bit at him and his eyes shone in the moonlight. "Yeah, so..." He said quietly...He kept waggin his feet back and forth as he stared at the ground.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 12:02 am
She went into a shocked face. She then gave a soft smile. She reached over and scratched his head. "Your so cute."
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 12:06 am
He grumbled a little as she scratched him. But it felt really good, so he couldnt stay upset for long...he slowly changed into his wolven from as she scratched his head, his eyes closing in enjoyment. The change was involuntary, it just happened...it was a shock to find that his tongue was hanging out of the side of his mouth for a moment before he realised what had happened...
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 12:09 am
She watched him change and couldn't care less. She didn't know why, but being in his presance was uniqe and wonderful. She didn't know why, all she knew is that she liked this feeling.
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 12:18 am
|ooc: sorry but i must get some sleep tonight. i've got practice at 8:00 am gonk i think we made progress though wink
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 12:22 am
(( lol, ok, me 2. ttyl. ))
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 4:31 pm
*As she opened up her eyes, Elle felt a sudden rush of hunger, as if she hasn't eaten in weeks. She seats up and pushes open the concrete lid and gets out, looking around everywhere for a human in sight. She closes the tomb and walks out of the graveyard.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 7:31 pm
Runt rested his chin on her thighs, his lazy eyes half opened to look at her as she scratched his head. The bright grey fur on his head and neck were still soft from his bath and he could feel her fingers running along the skin of his scalp. His ears fell fack against his head as a feeling of calm settled over him, it would take a miracle to get him to move...
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 7:49 pm
*Elle opens up the graveyard's gates and enters. She catches the scent of other strangers around,but keeps walking, paying little attention to them. She sits down behind a tree and opens up the bottle of wine and serves herself a cup, and looks to her right side, facing a few tombs. Elle laughs and throws a splash of the wine on top of the graves and takes the cup of wine on a gulp. She then throws the bottle against the small house, the bottle breaking and splashing and staining the walls with red. Elle laughs louder this time and throws the glass cup as well. Then she gets up and climbs the tree to the highest branch she could find. She lights up a cigarette and takes a long drag on it.*
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 7:58 pm
*Elle was feeling bored being back in the city. She couldn't find much to do except killing, as always. Much of this city seemed dead. Elle takes another long drag and closes her eyes*
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Posted: Sat Aug 18, 2007 8:05 pm
*Elle flicked away her cigarette and decided to go and take a walk for a while. To wander alone as always. Elle stands up and jumps down to the ground. She walks towards the gates and leaves.*
(Exits)
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Posted: Sun Aug 19, 2007 7:40 am
Pink sighed. He was walking amongst the graves of his ancestors. Irish men and women who came to New York in the hope of a new life. A better one. Most had died in the civil war, their women and children dying of starvation. The system that used them to win, had failed them.
The punk stood near the graves looked around. It was quiet. His hands flexed, ready to draw his pistols if it so needed to be done. He prefered not to waste bullets but guns always gave him the upper hand, even if not fired...
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