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 Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 3:39 pm
Sere had started dozing off, her cheek(without the studs xD) resting on her fist when the teacher walked out. She had sat there for awhile, ignoring the other students who were more busy gawking at the girls or flirting with the guys. She jumped when she heard something hard slam down near by her, glaring when she realized the demon had done it. The hell's he got a skull for? She thought in mild irritation. "You mind not tossing the damn skull around? I'd like to sleep, since we're not doing anything even vaguely important."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 3:53 pm
He frowned, looking her over carefully. Ah, so she was a tough girl, she even had the same kind of piercing as him, her cheek at least. Realizing he'd made a face, he quickly toned his expression back down to nonchalance, tapping his fingers on the skull. "Sleeping's more productive that any of the other crap that goes on around here. What's your story angel, you look like someone's shoved a stick where the sun doesn't shine." Well, that was quaint.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 4:47 pm
A faint reddish tinge appeared on her cheeks at his comment. She turned away from him, crossing her arms and slouching in the desk. "I've got a name, bucko, and it isn't "angel." And of course sleeping's more productive. Parents seem to think their unlucky charges want to be stuck in a hellhole like this with people that don't even pay attention. Though that can be good, since it's extra sleep time with a place that's more then likely quieter then home." She said, rolling her eyes ceiling-ward.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 6:14 pm
Duncan shrugged, "The guy I'm living with was a freaking gangbanger and I'm still stuck here. Guess it doesn't matter if your 'parents' are responsible or anything." Through the whole thing he didn't flinch, watching her curiously. "Hey, so if you don't want me to call you angel, what should I call you? And my name's not bucko, it's Duncan."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:05 pm
She raised an eyebrow. "Not gonna ask what you mean by "gang banger." And I'm Sere, Sere Torren. Nice to meet you, I guess, Duncan." She held out a hand, the glare melting to a more neutral sort of look. "And what's with the damn skull? I saw you carrying it earlier in the hallway. People, even banished demons, don't generally carry old cracking skulls with them everywhere." She said, smirking.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:15 pm
He lifted the skull up and turned it around so she could get a better look at it. "Well Sere, this here is Yorick. He was part of the first showing of Hamlet I ever saw. Took a few beatings getting hold of him, but it was worth it." With a smile, he set 'Yorick' back down by his side, giving it a little pat.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:19 pm
She couldn't help but laugh at his explanation. "You like Shakespeare? And even named the skull? Ahh, damn, that's... I don't know what that is, but it's funny." She said, still laughing and shaking her head. "O-kay then, you have crazy-a** interests, but hey, your life, all I can do is insult." She said, shrugging with another roll of her eyes and a small crooked smirk, her shoulders still shaking a little as she couldn't help but continue to laugh silently.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:23 pm
He shrugged, running a hand over the long fuzz growing around his mohawk, he'd have to get that buzzed soon. "Yorick's what Shakespeare called him, sounds better than rotting human skull." Laying back on the table, he was quiet for a few minutes, "Sides, Shakespeare is the reason I ended up here, it's not like I'm a pansy demon like a lot of the guys who were banished."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:28 pm
She shrugged indifferent agreement. "I guess so." At his comment about the other demons, she couldn't help but crack up. "Ha ha, my "brother" is one've those pansy demons! Ha ha ha, and you couldn't be more right! He's more concerned with looking nice to the ladies'n gents and having people swoon over him to care about Heaven or Hell." She finished with a snort, folding her knees up against the desktop, sparing a glare for a clump of "popular" girls that were all staring at her and Duncan. Once receiving her glare, they hurriedly turned away to resume gossiping.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:32 pm
Duncan showed a snide smile, "And then there are those ones that were banished because they're just that annoying, like my foster dad, he got an arm, an eye, and his wings ripped off cause he pissed off this one guy."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:35 pm
She snorted. "Might I ask what he managed to do and who he managed to piss off? Couldn't've been Satan himself, otherwise I doubt he'd be alive to be your foster dad." She shrugged, being blunt. "I'd rather Zuk, my brother, hadn't been banished, 'cause then I wouldn't have to put up with him." She stated, giving a short laugh.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:44 pm
"He was being a poetry wuss, and he pissed off a gang leader, Borin or whatever his name was, he's still all worried that he's going to get himself and me killed." Honestly, Duncan didn't worry about crap like that much, if worse came to worse he could just sell Ramiro out and take off.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:48 pm
She stifled another laugh. "Well aren't you a nice foster son." She said sarcastically. "Not too sure how being a poetry wuss pisses off a gang leader, though; He just love poetry? Or was afraid've poetry?" She asked, smirking at the latter idea.
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 7:54 pm
He drew a little air halo over his head, "Sure am. And he loved poetry, didn't like doing his job and collecting, Borin got pissed off, he tried to leave, so Borin beat the s**t out of him, simple as that." He paused, "I on the other hand, got kicked out by my parents, lovely people."
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Posted: Wed Dec 21, 2005 8:00 pm
She laughed again at the air halo, making a motion as if to give him hers. "You'd probably make better use've the damn thing then I have. Bloody annoying." She grumbled, glaring skyward at her halo, uncapable of seeing it without a mirror. At the two statements, she raised an eyebrow. "His own damn fault then, no concern've mine. And well, you've certainly got loving parents, don't you?" She said more then asked, her voice dripping sarcasm.
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