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 Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 3:20 pm
"It doesn't involve you." Amelia repeated. Which she hated doing. She had become annoyed. It was lucky for him she'd been starving herself of her natural diet for decades or else she might have lost it completely and eaten him... Which would be pretty messy. It was kind of bad though, since she wasn't eating properly she was never at full strength. Only enough strength to move and climb buildings. Nothing compared to what she could normally accomplish.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 3:25 pm
"Well no s**t shirlock. Haven't you ever heard of manners, good will towards man... Well not exactly man but what ever..." He said rolling his eyes at her. "Aren't you a pleasant box of knives." He stood up patting off his back side and turned around to her. "Do I have dirt on my butt?" He said looking back over his shoulder to her.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 3:30 pm
Amelia sat on top of the gravestone behind her. "Of course not! You were sitting on grass." She glared. "And there's no such thing as good will. It's always conditional." She glared more but this time it was at memories instead of him.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 3:34 pm
"So my good will towards you has a condition behind it eh? Even though I know your a threat of some kind and at any chance you could snap and try to kill me. My good will means nothing eh?" He said as his hands went to his pockets withdrawing a small flask, he took a long hardy swig. He offered her a swig. "Want some? It's cranberry juice."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 3:40 pm
"No." She said to both his question and his offer. She'd been living off of fruit until a couple months ago when she went insane and killed a meal more suited to her tastes, and her instincts. She was sick of fruit and only ate it when she absolutely had to.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 3:47 pm
"Suite yourself Kitty Kitty. I love the stuff." He drank form it again and put it back into his pocket. "So little miss personality can I get a name?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 3:51 pm
"I don't think so." Something about this person irked Amelia. He smelled like Lycan. She did not like Lycans. Prometheus was the only one she'd ever found that she'd ever willingly given her name. This person brought out Amelia's darker, meaner side. He was too damn cocky!
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:01 pm
"Well my name is Diego." He stated simply. "It's nice to meet you." He took a deep breath looking towards the sky. "I hate this city so much. You can never really see the stars because of all the polution in the air now." His stomach grumbled, one of his hands moved to his stomach the juice made him hungery. "Want to get something to eat?" He threw out something to do.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:05 pm
Amelia twitched at his comment about the stars. Could it be that other creatures hated this city as well? She decided she'd have just a tiny conversation with this Diego. "I'll come." Was her only answer.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:42 pm
"Sweet. Umm What kind of meed do ya like the most?" His tone was casual with a hint of contemplative. He wasn't really feeling itialan food or fast food that night. He wanted something with a hint of spice but mainly tang.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:45 pm
"I won't eat." She said. She wanted to keep her strength as low as she could. She had plenty of energy to walk around without straining herself. That was too much.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:54 pm
He paused and gave her a flat look. "I don't eat infront of friends without filling their stomaches, please just accept my hospitality."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 4:56 pm
"Fine." Amelia said. She'd just not eat it. Her stubborness greatly outweighed her selfcontrol. Almost anything did actually. Which was good for humans. "Choose whatever you like, it doesn't matter to me."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 5:08 pm
"Chinese." He walked towards the western exit of the Graveyard that connected towards the nearest cheap chinese food resturant he remebered liking. "Ever been do the Golden Panda."
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2008 7:50 pm
"No." But it was making her sick...
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