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 Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 9:26 am
Melissia allways seemed to watch tutsumi... oddly fascinated with the power he wielded over her mind, more than anything. Such precise control....
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 9:39 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 9:44 am
He watched Mo for a short time before turning his head towards the young one that seemed to stare at him.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 9:49 am
*Finishing Tut's eggs, Mouko puts them on the plate and sets another warm air current around them, before grabbing Tut a knife and fork and brining the food over to him, along with salt pepper, and if he wanted it ketchup. He sat down across from Tut, still thinking about Ducky*
((Thanks for voting for me Tut 4laugh ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 9:53 am
She immediently looks away, and apears to watch the ground...
Her mind was full of confusion and wonder aimed at this man, and though she tried to hide it, the confusion showed on her face. He screwed with her mind, and then he was extremely nice to her. Even the people around her seemed a bit confused at htat.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 9:56 am
((Oh my God. Shut up. All of you! >_>! Go here to see why you people should shutup. -_o ))
Espyn groaned as he rolled to and fro, back and forth, side to side on the couch until he finally flopped out of it and hit the wooden floor with a sickening thud. The boy sat up with the covers draping over his head, blocking his furious, sleepless eyes from the world.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:01 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:08 am
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:10 am
He smiled and shook the salt pepper on it, then placed a little ketchup on the side. He took in a deep breath and moved bits and pieces of the eggs towards the ketchup, dabbing them in it, and then eating it with a smile.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:11 am
((Eek! My bad sense of humor gets me into bad situations ninja ))
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:14 am
Espyn removed the heavy covers from his scalp to reveal his messy hair and empty eyes. His lack of sleep was evident upon his face as he wiped his eyes and stood, throwing the blanket onto the couch in a heap and walking over to Tutsumi in the kitchen area. Espyn stared at him wordlessly for a moment and sniffed before holding up two fingers, index and middle.
"Hey."
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:14 am
Tutsumi He smiled and shook the salt pepper on it, then placed a little ketchup on the side. He took in a deep breath and moved bits and pieces of the eggs towards the ketchup, dabbing them in it, and then eating it with a smile. *He nods, glad Tut likes them. He wanders off into the medical bay, to check on how Ducky was doing, which, of course was exactly as he had been. Alive but as functional as a big round boulder......*
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:14 am
Slowly a short man begins to walk along the path to the dojo. The wind blows along the path, kicking up dust and leaves passively. As the building comes into view, Keno stops and gazes at it. With no real intention of entering, he simply stands and gazes, crossing his arms across his chest.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:16 am
Looking towards Esp with a smile, he placed the same two fingers up, but saluted instead as he then chuckled. Within moments the eggs were gone and Tutsumi was up to the sink, cleaning the dish.
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Posted: Tue Jul 19, 2005 10:20 am
Shutting his eyes and releasing a dampened sigh from his mouth, Espyn shuffled around the low-cut wall and opened the refridgerator, roaving over the various things. He was too lazy to cook, and had a desire for something he could nibble on for the time being. Espyn reached forward deep into the chilled box, retracting his arm with a small yogurt container between his fingers.
"Joy. Yoplait." he mused, shutting the fridge with his arse and shuffled away once again.
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