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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 8, 2009 20:44:06 GMT -4
"I like to read, and playing games." He said
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Post by Faeylinn on Nov 8, 2009 20:50:39 GMT -4
"Okay." She looked around the room. "Um, so... Hm... What's your favorite color?"
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 8, 2009 20:53:01 GMT -4
Mark was walking to his new room, apparently room #11, as he passed a closed door. He paused as he heard two voices, one male and one female coming from the room.
Hm... Looks like I have some competition here... he thought as he leaned against the wall right to the side of the door. He raises a hand and knocks twice before opening the door and walking in anyway.
"What's up?"
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Post by Faeylinn on Nov 8, 2009 20:55:27 GMT -4
Faeylinn looked up at the- rather rude- new arrival. "Um, hello?"
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 8, 2009 20:59:16 GMT -4
He smiles at the girl.
"Hey."
Not bad, for a girl with freaking wings...
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Post by Faeylinn on Nov 8, 2009 21:03:11 GMT -4
She Jumped at the loud Bass, hovering off the bed. "Oh, that must be Patrick. I'm going to go see how he is... See you later, Soltis!" She flew to the door.
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 8, 2009 21:06:31 GMT -4
Mark moves out of her way and then watches her go, then letting out a low whistle as she gets out of earshot.
"Not bad at all...."
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 8, 2009 21:14:48 GMT -4
"Why the hell are you in my room?" He asked as she left. "And what the hell do you mean, she is not bad at all?"
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 8, 2009 21:17:21 GMT -4
He glares at the guy with the huge arm.
"I'm here because I heard you two. And I mean she is not that bad looking, idiot."
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 8, 2009 21:19:58 GMT -4
"Whatever, just get out of my room" He said as he pointed to the door.
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 8, 2009 21:21:40 GMT -4
Mark rolls his eyes and walks to the door.
"Whatever, freak.."
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 8, 2009 21:24:25 GMT -4
Soltis eyes widen. He lunged his large arm at his chest and slammed him into the wall of the hallway. "You want to say that again?"
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 8, 2009 21:29:01 GMT -4
Mark was caught by surprise as his head slammed into the wall, but he had been in plenty of fights before.
"I'll say what I want. Now get your freak arm off of me."
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Post by Soltis Texas Yaniv on Nov 8, 2009 21:32:27 GMT -4
"Whatever you say, pretty boy." He said as threw Mark down the hall, like a rag doll. His hand started to crackle with lightning.
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Post by Mark Dimond on Nov 8, 2009 21:34:46 GMT -4
Mark was on his few in seconds, a ball of fire appearing in his hand.
"You do not want to mess with me.." he growled as the fire began to spread up his arm.
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