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Post by Luthien on Nov 20, 2008 10:44:17 GMT -5
(( "I hope your boyfriend however he is dumps you"? ))
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Post by Luthien on Nov 20, 2008 10:44:33 GMT -5
((Oh! I got it. Neverming, I'm stupid. xD))
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Post by Rosena on Nov 20, 2008 17:41:37 GMT -5
((>< damn typeos!))
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Post by Luthien on Nov 20, 2008 22:50:45 GMT -5
((No, no. I was just saying it differently. Like, not using the right tone.))
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Post by Luthien on Nov 20, 2008 22:51:57 GMT -5
((I just said it all as one sentence, when I should've said it like, "I hope your boyfriend, however he is, dumps you." My mistake. ^^; ))
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Post by Rosena on Nov 21, 2008 16:05:26 GMT -5
((xD don't worry I fixed it ^^))
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Post by Luthien on Nov 26, 2008 10:29:54 GMT -5
((Err.... Stray, I think it's your turn.))
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Post by Rosena on Nov 26, 2008 19:27:18 GMT -5
((nods))
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Post by Stray on Dec 7, 2008 21:40:12 GMT -5
Yuri rolled her eyes at the two girls. "Awh, I wasn't aware you both have the mental scope of sixth graders, so sorry."
And that much was true. It seemed like, nowadays, humans couldn't comprehend anything aside from 'like.' Had humanity always been that way? It was an invalid question, though. Knowing how long society had been in disrepair didn't change the fact that it was in disrepair. The best one can really do is try to make better of their own understanding, and ignore the more.... Immature bystanders.
Yuri's train of thought was metaphorically knocked of it's tracks as the end-of-lunch bell rang, and she turned her back on the two other girls. She didn't hurry back to where she'd left her things at the table, though. Daisuke took this as a signal that she wanted him to run off quickly.
'~We're taking unclear orders from one of your insane classmates?~' Dark asked vacantly, the hint of mischief to his voice no doubt from hoping Yuri would hear and be insulted.
Daisuke shrugged. He was a little submissive by nature, and it hardly seemed that yuri wanted to cause him hell. Now, were it Takeshi, Risa, or anyone else really, with exceptions to Yuri, Satoshi, and Seikimoto, there might be a big questioning gap there. Funny, though. I'd say we're a little out there to be calling anyone else crazy.
Dark seemed to pause to contemplate this, and then answered. '~Except Mio. She'll always be crazy.~'
Yeeeaahh.... Daisuke thought. Except Mio.
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Post by Luthien on Dec 9, 2008 10:51:33 GMT -5
Yvaine heard the bell ring, and sighed. She didn't wanna get off the roof. But, there was class. She thought for a moment, then hopped off of the roof, landing on her knees and hands, like a cat. She stood up straight, and turned to walk to her locker. She opened it swiftly, and pulled out her sketchbook and a sketching pencil. Guess what she had. Art. She walked into the classroom without bumping into anything, or anyone, and sat down in the back right table, crossing her legs and her arms, waiting for the rest of the kids to get in. .... Slowly, get in.
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Post by Stray on Dec 9, 2008 15:28:12 GMT -5
((Everyone, opt same class so we can keep the characters close enough for interaction. <3))
Yuri twirled her iPod's headphone in the air, the other firmly in her left ear. There was an odd pattern to her step, almost as if she were in-step with the music, and yet her overly serious, logical behavior prevented her from dancing in public.
And I believe, this may call for a proper introduction, and well, don't you see! i'm the narrator and this is just the prologue.
She needn't veer off to a locker for her sketchpad. It was always jammed in her schoolbag... She used it every class, more so than maybe was normal. Oh well.
Swear to shake it up, if you swear to listen! Oh we're still so young, desperate for attention. I aim to be your eyes, trophy boys trophy wives!
She continued her rhythmic step into the room, spun theatrically on her heel, and landed sitting, orderly and unfazed, upon the wooden bench-stool at her table. She began a habit of transferring her rhythmic behaviors over to a continual twisting of the wires of her headphones, waiting for the bell to ring to signal the start of class.
((&--- And by 'bench-stool' I mean that the chair is structured like a bench, but a one-seater, like a stool.))
Daisuke wandered aimlessly down the hall, studying the ceiling as he went. Did it technically matter where he was going? .... Wait, where WAS he going? Damn. Snapping his head in each direction, he looked about for clues of where his feet were instinctively leading him. Art?
Ah, that's right. He had art after lunch today, didn't he? No, late nights with Dark never did his memory any good. Well, at least his feet knew whe re he was going, even if his mind was miles behind.
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Post by Luthien on Dec 10, 2008 10:41:04 GMT -5
Yvaine make a swift glance at Yuri, her eyes narrowed. She looked back to her sketch for a warm up, somewhere that you always wanted to be. For her, it was a crystal clear lake with snow around the edges.
Girly, right? I know, but that was where she always went to get away from her "mother".
It wasn't her mother at all, actually. It was Elaine's, her twin's. Well, former self, really. Elaine was cloned, and to make sure that her friends didn't catch on anything, her master, Sakuya, changed a few features, so then they only said that she was visiting for a while, from Russia, since that was where Elaine was born.
Anyway, so that was where she always went with her dog, to get away from everything. Think of it as her own little paradise.
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Post by Rosena on Jan 8, 2009 7:32:48 GMT -5
(I was late to get to reply and I wanted to say tha Ayame is in class with them)
Ayame sat back in her desk. her longs fingers drummed on its surfaces making a steady beat. Her eyes were closed as she listened to the rythimatic sound that was made out of habit. She didn't want to closed her eyes for the class she just wanted to rest.
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Post by Luthien on Jan 21, 2009 10:46:34 GMT -5
((DDDDD::::: ))
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Post by Rosena on Jan 31, 2009 16:09:22 GMT -5
(what???)
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