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 Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:07 pm
"Thank the Gods." she walks back into her room closing the door
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:21 pm
*FWH-BOOM!!*
*from a distance* BUTTON!!!
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:32 pm
She blinks and looks out her door"Would you stop touching s**t!"
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:32 pm
*from a distance*
It was laying in wait for me in the dirt! Sorry!
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:34 pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:40 pm
You should have seen it's eyes! It was out for blood!
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:46 pm
She laughed"Liar." Her voice held a thick russain accent now
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:54 pm
Well... okay maybe it didn't even know I was here but it WOULD HAVE SOON! It was pre-emptive self defense. That's what it's called, right?
No, I believe the term is "stark-raving lunacy"...
... ... I mean, it was stork-raining currency!
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 9:58 pm
She shook her head and went back into her room muttering in russain to herself
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Posted: Fri Nov 21, 2008 10:09 pm
I'm tired. I'm going home...
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Well; what are you waiting for?
...where are we?
You suck. I hate you. Go die. Do not talk to me again for the next 24hrs, at least.
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Posted: Sat Dec 20, 2008 4:34 pm
*a soft knock comes down on the wood of the door**pokes head around door*can i come in?
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 12:15 am
She looked up from a chair in a kimono reading "If you would like."
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 9:19 am
*Knocks on the door*
Ma'am? If I could have a moment of your time? I wonder; have you found Jesus? I'd like to leave some of these latest issues of "The Watchtower" with you. I'm just gonna slide 'em under the door.
Just one problem.
Oh, really? And just what's that?
You left our stack of mags at the last house.
Well, we'll just go get them, then. Shouldn't be too hard.
And just where did you leave them?
At the last house. Duh.
And where IS the last house?
... ... where we were last.
You have no idea, do you?
... ... where we were last...
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 9:44 pm
*She knocked softly on Lady's door. She had brushed her hair out until it fell in soft waves.* Lady, may I come in?
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Posted: Mon Jan 12, 2009 9:52 pm
She smiled bouncing over to the door opening it "ALICE!" She hugged her pulling her into the room. The room was huge, off to one side was a huge closet that took up the entier wall, a four poster bed with blood red sheets stood to one side, by a doorway that most likely went to Edward's room, there was a large desk to one side old texts scattered over it, with books and quills by them. Around the room were paintings, and things from almost every country in the world, about the desk was a very old painting of a large amount of people, and a very very old sword on a hanger underneath it
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