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 Posted: Sun Apr 01, 2007 8:32 pm
He followed his brother, a new bond forged between them. He smiled and tailed Taish.
((Exit to Where He's Going))
((Funny))
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Posted: Sun Nov 04, 2007 6:25 pm
Dessik hopped into his house via his window, and then collasped once he reached his bed. He was drained and tired. He just wanted to go to sleep, and slip into a delicious dream of Myyth, a kitchen counter, a bed, a table, a shower, a beach, a cave, a rooftop, a bathroom, a strip club, an island, on dock, on a boat, under water, in a bar, on a bar, on steps, against the wall, near a pool, in a pool, in a backyard, in an alleyway, on a rocking chair, and him. Haha, this was going to be a good dream. domokun domokun wink wink pirate pirate
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Posted: Sun Feb 24, 2008 11:09 pm
Dessik stretched on the bed, arching his back to get out a kink he had. He didn't dare open his mouth, the morning breath was bound to be deadly, remember that garlic bread and pasta he'd had last night. He had on some boxers that hung low on his waist and he pulled them up alitte as he got up. He rudely scratched his stomach and his back, rolled his shoulder to loosen up his neck, and then headed into the kitchen to make a PB & J sandwich. Not because that's what he wanted, because that's all there was.
After he inhaled that, he set to dressing, standing in front of the mirror while doing it. He ruffled his hair a little, getting a itch on his scalp at the same time. He pulled out a thermal shirt, a green short sleeve shirt to put over that and his best worn jeans. After that, some socks and Sambas and then a light jacket.
He'd tried not to think of making any plans while he was dressing, hoping to take everything one step at a time. He didn't want his mind to wander or linger on pressing issues. Today he wanted to relax and stroll once and a while.
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Posted: Tue Apr 01, 2008 1:52 pm
Dessik didn't want to admit it but he was wracked with worry. The love of his life, Pasta, (her nickname at least), was going out with someone and he'd be nowhere around to contest it. No matter how much he'd begged, no matter how much he'd pleaded, he couldn't convince her.
She'd said nothing was going to happen, but on a date, a blind date for that matter, anything could happen. And he couldn't do anything about it. He'd have to wait till after, and he knew he'd call her frantically even though he wanted to keep a strong front. Damn it, he cursed laying on his bed, damning all things in his sight.
Damn the spot on the wall, damn the speck of dust falling towards him, damn the light, damn the ceiling. He was ashamed of behavior. He was supposed to be over her. Guess not. He needed to go out, there was another for him somewhere, the problem was did he really want to find her?
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 5:10 pm
Desik didn't know where he'd been or what had been going on in the past few months because of his run in with the law but as he crept back into his apartment, He'd been back into the mainstream soon enough
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Posted: Sat Apr 11, 2009 2:45 pm
Desik climbed into his apartment from the fire escape and wiped his feet on the mat under the window sill. The apartment was clean as he'd left it, just a little dusty. Well, he thought, shoving up his sleeves, I'd better start on this project. He headed to his workbench to set up his experiment.
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Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 11:55 am
After being tossed into the room by some large and muscular man, Dylan looked up to those in the room... her amber eyes look at the two in there at the moment, and her fur had finally gone back into her skin... her clothes were ripped from the transformation, and her hair matted to her face from sweating... Outside, the sounds of New York played as if on a stereo. Cars honked, people were partying, and lights flashed. " Where am I?" she asked, confused at how and why she was there with these people she didn't know... " Who are you?"
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Posted: Fri Jul 03, 2009 11:28 am
As Dylan came into the room, all eyes went to her...
Only once had this happened before, and that was the first time she'd been awake...
For all of her life, Dylan was an experiment for a perfect army... her number had been tagged onto her ear, but she had it removed earlier on in the year... the blonde haired, blue eyed girl felt out of place...
"Help me," she whispered, feeling as though she would faint... her legs quivered and she was shaking really bad... she fell against the doorjamb and clung on for dear life....
her clothes were tattered and she had a few healing scratches and scrapes, but the bruises were showing perfectly...
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2009 9:05 pm
Desik slammed the front door behind him, cursing and stomping into the bathroom, stripping as he went. "Damn woman, pisses me the hell off!" He made his way into the attached bathroom and turned on the shower, the water set to scalding.
Desik stood under it, the heat pounding into his sore muscles. He was growling and he didn't suppress it. Women suck, he thought. Bitches who got him in trouble with elders didn't deserve anything but a bath of silver. He turned off the water after he scrubbed every bit of him, and climbed into his silk sheets. They slid against him and caressed him in a way bitches didn't.
He thought he was still growling when he fell asleep.
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Posted: Tue Jan 19, 2010 2:26 am
When he woke up, Desik's back ached, like it usually did when he slept on this bed. He was more comfortable sleeping in grass. He stretched out his limbs until he couldn't anymore and scratched his side as he swung his legs out from the cover and sat up. His mouth tasted like a thousand soldiers had marched through it. His hair was messy and he ran his hand through it.
What he needed was a woman. Yeah, he thought, looking at his studio apartment. This place could use some cleaning up. He laughed out loud, the sound echoing off the walls. Yeah right, he thought. All the girls he liked were controlling, bitchy and wild. Just like he liked them. Well, he thought again, stretching his arms over his head and yawning.
Time for more sleep.
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