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 Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 7:17 pm
Well what did you think it was, a gymnasium perhaps? confused
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Posted: Fri Jan 13, 2006 4:15 am
*entered the library..and find her friends..*
*she gave a smile and it was pesponded by her friends*
*take a sit and grabs her parchment and start doing her research*
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Posted: Sat Jan 14, 2006 6:54 pm
::She pulls out her books and attempts so look over all the missed work since she's been gone.:: muttering to herself Ok so that belongs in this category and this belongs in that category. So that must be in this category....
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 11:30 am
*starts eating her sugar quills*
ninja
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Posted: Sun Jan 15, 2006 7:13 pm
::He shuffles along the aisle sorting through the books to be put back in their rightful places.:: Ok so this one goes here. And that one goes there. So this one has to go way up there.... he mumble to himself
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 8:04 am
"Yes!" she hisses quietly. "I've been looking for this book everywhere."
*Walks over to a comfy, overstuffed chair and curls up to read*
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:09 am
Angilwingz Well what did you think it was, a gymnasium perhaps? confused
Yay! We could make it into a gymnasium!
::is attacked by a librarian for being too loud and is now duct-taped::
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Posted: Mon Jan 16, 2006 9:10 am
Damned forever more... ::He shuffles along the aisle sorting through the books to be put back in their rightful places.:: Ok so this one goes here. And that one goes there. So this one has to go way up there.... he mumble to himself
::takes the books that were put back and puts them in random different places::
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Posted: Thu Jan 19, 2006 7:38 pm
Kyrstin glanced around the library and walked into the herbology aisle. "Gah...Herbology is such a bother...Ruddy Homework.." She grumbled under her breath.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 10:32 am
*he begins translating a short verse written from a friend while waiting for an idea to settle in his mind*
O Freunde, nicht diese T,
Sondern lasst uns angenehmere
Anstimmen, und freudenvollere.
Freude sch G,
Tochter aus Elysium,
Wir betreten feuertrunken,
Himmlische, dein Heiligthum.
Deine Zauber binden wieder,
Was die Mode streng getheilt;
Alle Menschen werden Br,
Wo dein sanfter Fl weilt.
Seid umschlungen, Millionen.
Diesen Kuss der ganzen Welt.
Br - Sternenzelt
Muss ein lieber Vater wohnen.
Wem der grosse Wurf gelungen,
Eines Freundes Freund zu sein,
Wer ein holdes Weib errungen,
Mische seinen Jubel ein!
Ja - wer auch nur eine Seele
Sein nennt auf dem Erdenrund.
Und wer's nie gekonnt, der stehle
Weinend sich aus diesem Bund.
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Posted: Mon Jan 23, 2006 10:50 pm
*Reads over Invi's shoulder.*
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 7:00 am
*walks in* I wonder what I can find to read today *searches shelves*
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2006 7:16 am
Huang_Ayame Damned forever more... ::He shuffles along the aisle sorting through the books to be put back in their rightful places.:: Ok so this one goes here. And that one goes there. So this one has to go way up there.... he mumble to himself
::takes the books that were put back and puts them in random different places::
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 7:12 am
*he stands up from his childish traslations and startles Angil who has been reading over his shoulder, he gathers up an array of prolled parchments, a heavy black-bound book and a quill before leaving the room, as he does so he staps aside unseen and pushes a tight roll of parchment up onto the top level of a bookcase before turning and walking out through the door and off to the basements*
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2006 3:28 pm
Invictus_88 *he stands up from his childish traslations and startles Angil who has been reading over his shoulder, he gathers up an array of prolled parchments, a heavy black-bound book and a quill before leaving the room, as he does so he staps aside unseen and pushes a tight roll of parchment up onto the top level of a bookcase before turning and walking out through the door and off to the basements*
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