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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 9:56 am
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 3:05 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 5:12 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 8:27 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 9:14 pm
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 9:45 pm
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 2:03 pm
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 6:28 pm
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Posted: Mon May 24, 2010 7:04 pm
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 1:45 am
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 5:55 am
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 4:21 pm
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Anoko yawned before he fell asleep, "Yha you don't want that to happen cause' you will be too god damm jelouse..." Anoko said just before he instantly feel asleep. Anoko lied still, dreaming quitly.
"You play the violin?" Jack said, lisening to Anoko. He was not able to figure out witch song it was, but it sounded like quite a happy song and it seemed to make Jack feel good for once, dispite the zombies gathering outside.
"Yes, it's one of my favorite things to do..." Anoko said, a smile on his face as he played a song.
"You do relise though the noise will attract zombies..." Jack said, quite worried.
Anoko looked at Jack for a moment and countenued playing, "I know Jack, I know... I can consider them members of the aduince, watching me."
Anoko rolled over his his sleep, smiling happily.
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 6:03 pm
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Posted: Tue May 25, 2010 6:59 pm
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((I did. No youtube for you >] my lappitoppy is for more professional uses. Like hacking into government agencies!))
The room upstairs was cold...Everything was cold, here. It hadn't bothered Ryli at first, but after three days of this hell, her fingers were begining to feel numb as she typed. She yawned into her hands, exhaling and trying to warm herself. No good. After a few minutes of searching, she found a linen closet full of blankets. Grabbing nearly all of them, she walked to the top of the steps and threw several comforters down.
"Here, don't freeze!" I'm sleeping upstairs. And please stop putting holes in this house?!"
With a small sigh, Ryli walked back to the small room, setting up blankets in the corner of the room farthest from the door. She curled up into the comforter. It smelled stale and different, and she didn't like it. A tear rolled down her cheek as she tried to remember the scent of her own bed. I think it was like cinnimon, she thought. Or was it sandalwood? Strawberries? And what did Mama's hair smell like? Or Papa's dojo after class? I can't remember...I can't remember what home smelled like...
Again, she found herself about to cry herself to sleep alone in the corner of a strange room. Harold was held tight against her chest, like each night before. It was the only thing that she had from before the zombie halocaust. Papa...Mama...Ryli hugged him tighter.
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