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 Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 6:50 pm
Damnit! Stop! The brown in his eyes quickly became dominant again and his cheeks turned bright red. "I... Have no reason to say anything mean to you, or about you, I don't like being mean." Hiquel, Don't do that again. You need to be more bold. I don't do bold, I do 'not their'. Then why did you say tha- shut up.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:29 pm
((you guys wrote a whole page so fast! And again, I forgot to post... I'm breaking my own rules. sweatdrop Oh, and about two pages ago, when daystar dismissed the class. It's fine. I realize that I've been gone and that the class had to end eventually. You can do that whenever, even when I'm posting frequently.))
Iris didn't wake when the bell rang, but the teacher came over and tripped over her. She woke up then, realizing that everyone had left and that students for the teachers next class were pouring in. I have to head over to arithmetic now, I think, Iris thought to herself. She apologized to the teacher for falling asleep and then tripping her, but ended up stealing a few tings off of her desk when she left. Along with something from at least every backpack in the room. She took things from pockets, dropping them at least thirty feet away from their proper owners, sometimes even slipping them into other people's bags. She had filled her own pockets with little trinkets, and about thirty five dollars. She sat into a seat in the front of her class, and the bell rang as soon as she did. safe~ She thought, happy that she didn't have to apologize to another teacher for being late.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 8:50 pm
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. Karissa frowned a little, "You are back to blushing..." She said in a quiet voice. Karissa was glad that he had not said anything mean, but she was upset by his change of demeanor. She showed him another picture of him, this time he was looking at her, but it was clear that his eyes were dark, where as they had been light in the last picture. "Your eyes changed after you complimented me.." Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 9:32 pm
"When did you draw that?" he looked back at his book, "My eye's changed? How is it that they changed?" He glances at the picture. She is really good.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 9:43 pm
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. Karissa shrugged, "While you were talking." She paused and added some texture to his hair. Then she gazed up at him, "Your eyes were brown at first, then they turned gold, which is when I drew you with the book." she paused again drawing some more. "Then after you complimented me, and you blushed, they were brown." She stared in his eyes questioningly, "Why is that?" Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 10:02 pm
He smiles and laughs nervously, "Well... I think they might change when... um, I don't really know..." ((sorry for the delay, roommate troubles. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 8:14 am
((Waiting for Draconis, sorry...>.>))
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 9:39 am
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. Karissa shrugged. She was not very satisfied with that answer, but she was not the girl who dug into other people's business. Karissa smiled at Alaric, "Do you have someone to sit with at lunch?" Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 9:44 am
He looks at the clock, "I usually go to my room to cook, I don't like the school lunches..." He blushes a deep red, "would you... like to...join me?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 9:47 am
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. Karissa smiled, she had never cared much for the school lunch either. She could not cook though. "Are you going to cook for me to?" She asked, "You're a good cook, right?" She added jokingly. Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 9:55 am
He smiled weakly, "Competent at least, it wont be too fancy, and you wont get sick from it..." he reaches into his backpack and pulls out a plastic bag with what looks like pizza pockets in it. "I made these yesterday, something to munch on..." He pulls one out and holds it out to her, his cheeks deepening in their red color.
((it's not pizza, it has peanut butter, honey, and blueberries in it.))
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:01 am
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. Karissa's eyes lit up, and she took the pocket from Alaric. She took a big bite, she always hated when someone tasted something, and they take tiny bites. She chewed it, tasting the honey, and peanut butter, and the blueberries. Karissa loved it. She gave Alaric a dazzling grin, "That was great!" She said enthusiastically. Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:11 am
"It's nothing special." She likes my cooking everyone likes your cooking... I'm going to need your help. I thought you didn't want my help well now I need your help, you are the better cook. we are the same person, you will do fine. I'll tell you what to do. but I wont do it. Good enough.
He looks back at his book, "So you'll join me?"
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:18 am
It's hard to say that I was wrong, it's hard to say I miss you.. Karissa gleamed, "Of course I will. So long as you don't mind. We will be in your room, and I don't want to intrude." Since you've been gone, it's not the same..
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Posted: Sat Apr 04, 2009 10:22 am
He looked up from his book, he hadn't read a single page of it the class, very unlike him, "I wouldn't have asked if I minded..." He looks at the clock again, and puts his science book and pockets in his bag, "bell will ring soon."
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