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 Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 4:58 pm
Isamu's apartment is a smaller apartment, located at the back of the block, a good view of the Island.
Imidiatly as you enter your sturck by the huge window, acting as a wall, this of which gave an amazing portrait to the landscape of the Island. Intranced by this some may stumble fowards not noticing the clutter aroundthe room. It looked messy, but an organised mess. You can easily avoid everything. Across one wall were diffrent makes and shapes of swords and bows. And on the other, a cabinet, which was home to most of his pictures, of his family, of Crystal (Picture in profile) and other things, such as a picture of him and his old village chief.
In the centre of the room, are thrre long sofas, all fitted together in a sqare minus the one side, and a coffe table in the middle, this however was covered in sheets of old and new documents of styles of martial arts and other such relitve matters.
All of his home was open plan minus his bed room and bathroom which were to the side. his walls were al of a cream white colour, and a dark chocolate coloured carpet masked the floor.
His kitchen had to be the most tidy and clean, it was all modern and had all of the essential cooking tools, so this showed his liking foor cooking.
Altogether the room is rather messy, but a person could easily get used to it.
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Posted: Fri Dec 23, 2005 5:08 pm
The door swung open, his topless self walking through the door, he threw his clothing and armour through the door to his bed room, he walked fowards avoiding the usuall clutter, He went imidiatly to the shower and turned it on, cold water again. he undressed himself and showered. after he came out he slipped his wooden sandals and yukata on, and walked over to the kitchen, turning the kettle on and preparing tea.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 3:28 am
He woke up startled by another nightmare, his eyes wide open, a cold sweat across his brow caused him to shiver slightly. He closed his eyes and got up, heading stright for the kitchen and made himself some tea. Whilst the kettle was boiling he went to the bathroom, and filled the sink with cold water. He slammed his face into it and the came back up. He rubbed his eyes and then peered at his scars in the mirror he sighed and touched one of them ainly the biggest one accross his cheast if Crystal hadden't been there, e certainly would have beld to death. He smiled to himself and went back to the npow boiled kettle, soon pouring himself some tea and sitting in the lounge on the sofa with his legs crosst.
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Posted: Sat Dec 24, 2005 1:59 pm
He came hom alone, from the christmas party. He lay his yukata aside and drew his sword to the side, he took the picture of him and crystal and couldn't help but think of her.
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Posted: Sun Dec 25, 2005 2:32 am
Isamu, looked around his room, a small tree sat in the corner of his room, sitting opposite with a glass of Jack Daniels in hand, all alone for another christmas.
"Here's to another wonderfull (for those who don't like swaring >.>) F****** Christmas dear tree 'O mine."
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Posted: Wed Jan 04, 2006 8:39 am
Isamu had been away for sometime in the woods, training himself. He hadn't been to see anyone as he didn't really understand how to communicate with such people, so he avoided everyone and made his way to his apartment right off. As he went in a dust cloud blasted away from himself as he pushed his door open.
He went in and opened the windows some to let some air in, It as dense and musty to breath in such an enviroment. He went to his empty firigdge and found nothing so he scrounged through his bag finding bread, butter, and other bits and pieces.
He made hismelf a fryup, consisting of his egg, bacon, beans, sausage and toast.
He sat down on his sofa and took to etting it.
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Posted: Sun Jan 22, 2006 7:37 am
And so it had been an increadably long training routine, his mountainous journey, climping 500ft waterfalls, meeting Naiads, fighting sand worms, and all in all getting a good work out.
He opened his room door, his hands blistered some still fondled with the keys unsteadily, as soon as he got in, he threw his kit aside and looked around his dark room. He drew the blinds open and pushed the windows open to allow the room to get a good airing. He removed his outter garms and lay down on the sofa topless, exchanging his travle pants for his royal red samurai pants with there mythril chain lining inside, his Obi tightly bound around his waste.
His eyes gazed at the cieling and then closed some. his mind now deep in thought.
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