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 Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 1:14 pm
 Mina Monteiro
[Level: 1][Ki: 350][Dim Mak/Five Deadly Venoms] ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Mina smiled gently as her hair, now up in a ponytail,cascaded down her back. Smiling gently, Mina locked her hand with Noel's."Lead the way,tiger."
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Posted: Wed Feb 06, 2013 6:51 pm
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 3:03 pm
A huge makeover crew suddenly appears! Before you can even blink, they remodel your dorm and retreat to wherever they came from!
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Posted: Sun May 12, 2013 10:49 pm
[ Samuel De Luca Borisovitch ]
"S "Your big, I've fought bigger....."
 -[ Carbon Death ]- Level [ 1 ] Ki Reserve [ 350 ] Location [ Dorm #102 ]His boots crunched under his feet as he entered into his room, using the key to open it up. Once inside he glanced about, small and efficient was the feel. His eyes went to the windows, doors, and finally to one of the beds. He walked over for a brief moment, glancing down at the ruffled sheets and spare bag at the foot of the bed. It appeared he had a room mate, but only one. The other two beds were clean and made...meaning he may have another.
He glanced down and saw a pair of women's panties laying by the bed, shaking his head as he turned to his own bed. Now this was going to be interesting, a female room-mate? He could hear his mother's words even now. "Be on your best behavior, be respectful and don't you dare do anything stupid." He grinned a little as he chucked his bag onto the bed in the far corner by the window, kicking of his boots and pulling off his tank top to get comfy. His muscles rippling in the soft light of the room as the black ink of his tattoo glistened in the light. His eyes catching the glint of a shiny object as he looked over on his pillow. "What the?" His fingers gripped the object and held it up to see a needle, filled with a gray and black substance.Gene X, yes he had been briefed on it. His Talents would in a school called carbon death, manipulation of the physical body to harden the skin like diamonds. It fit well with his MMA back ground and he liked the idea of being more then simply himself, of being...better. But he had heard of the side effects, the cold sweats, the sickness, the weak state.He put the needle aside as he began to un-pack his things, carefully folding clothes and sorting them under his bed and as he went through his things he felt around in a smaller pocket looking for his phone charger when his fingers clasped around something metal. His face contorting in confusion as he pulled a pair of Military dog tags from his pack, a smile crossing his face as he read the name. "Sergei Borisovitch." His father's tags from his service in the Russian Army. She had packed them when he hadn't been looking and tied to them was a note that only said "buona fortuna". Good luck. He shook his head for a moment, whispering a thanks as he slid the tags around his neck. Once packed he set everything aside and sat on the bed, his back against the wall, breathing in deep as he went into a meditative poise. He reached for the needle and placed it in his lap, closing his eyes as he spoke to the darkness of his room. "Christ give me strength in this hour of pain. Yaweh God of Jews protect me. Allah praise thee and grant me the wisdom of your prophet Muhammad. Buddha lighten the way and deliver me from suffering. Odin, I call to thee, bless my body. Apollo, blessed thee and shed light on me this night. Gods one and all, grant me the strength of my father, and if I die. Embrace me with love, this I pray." Slowly he took the needle, injected it into his arm, and pushed the plunger. The sting was immediate as he clenched his teeth, his fingers curling into a fist as the last of the serum entered his body. He gently placed the needle before him, resting on the sheet. In silence he sat...and suffered.....
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Posted: Fri May 17, 2013 10:00 pm
[ Samuel De Luca Borisovitch ]
"S "Your big, I've fought bigger....."
-[ Carbon Death ]- Level [ 1 ] Ki Reserve [ 350 ] Location [ Dorm #102 ]It had been several days now and yet his room mate had never returned, nor had anyone for that matter bothered him. He had remained silent and dormant, eating military rations when need be as he fasted and allowed his body to recover. The cold nights and sweating days had wreaked more havoc on him then any training he had performed. It had truly been an eye opening experience into the physical torture of the body and one that had now made him stronger...and so today for the first time he would explore the Campus as well as inform the staff he was still alive.
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Posted: Sun Jul 21, 2013 8:41 pm
Who Im with:Dorian
Thoughts: I'm hitting on him now...
Location: Dorm
"I can be your Dream or a beautiful Nightmare..."
Mina pushed Dorian on the bed and began to straddle his hips. "Forgive me for being forward, but I'm a girl who likes to get to the point." Isis whispered into his ear as she unbuttoned his pants.
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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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Posted: Mon Jul 22, 2013 12:29 am
Dorian fell back on the bed and placed his hands around Mina's hips while she straddled him. She certainly didn't waste any time trying to get into his pants. He liked that. "Well, I think I can get used to that." Dorian said as he moved his hands up her sides and took off her top. He cast it to the side of the bed for the time being, so he could start taking off other things.
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