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 Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:18 pm
(( Bah. Stupid chat program won't connect to MSN or AIM -_- ))
He made his way to the kitchen, mainly for food, but also because he could detect both Crim and Mark in there.
He mumbled a hello to each, then began to root through the large fridge, taking out several yogurts of varied flavours and types.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:35 pm
*Playfully punching Mark in the arm lightly, Crim grinned at him*
Sillyhead, you're a good fighter. And besides, seeing as how we're the last few members of the Clan, I'm sure that people would prolly attack us both or something. I'm not too sure, but meh, why worry about it now, neh?
*Slurping some of her noodles, she turned to Oxy when he entered and smiled through the ramen, letting forth a muffled "Hiya!"*
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:38 pm
I guess. *Mark nodded lightly to Oxy as he entered. Not bothering with asking him about an ID card. Mark was too busy thinking of what Crim said. Last he did know about someone being after him was, when Adimusk told him about someone wanting revenge or getting something back that belonged to a group of people. Mark didn't understand most of it, maybe because he wasn't exactly being told but a memory from Adimusk. Mark continued to think things through and about other things. Job opportunity of being an arms dealer again? He doubted he would take the chance, then again it was a good way of making some money.*
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:45 pm
(( >> ))
Pausing with an armful of yogurts, Tika gave mark a critical stare for a few seconds.
"You got an ID card yet kid?"
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 1:47 pm
(( xd ))
*Mark looked up and blinked at Tika. What the..?, He shook his head slightly.*
No, Sir.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 2:16 pm
(( Oops. Got caught up in free near-porn there ninja ))
"Aight. I'll get on that then." And he disappeared, off upstairs with pile of yogurts cradled in his arms.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 2:17 pm
*Snorting into her ramen from fighting back a bout of laughter, she swallowed her bite and tried her best to stifle the giggles. It just looked so odd to see someone in a 16 year-old body calling someone in their twenties "kid"*
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 2:26 pm
Hold it in, Crimmy... *Mark said grinning at her. He shook his head, crossing his arms. Mark looked at the time* So what's with him... he changed or something?
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 2:42 pm
*Covering her mouth with her hand to try and keep the noodles from coming back up from a fresh bout of laughter brought about my Mark's first comment, Crim tried her best to regain her composure.*
No, he hasn't changed at all, I don't think. More than anything, he's prolly just hungry.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 2:48 pm
In the attic, Tika again brought up the simple program he used to create ID cards. Paint Shop Pro 7. The trial version. Once he had inserted Mark's name, he hit the little printer icon. The printer whirred to life, and began to print off the card.
That done, he glued the printed paper onto another sheet to add thickness, then cut out the product thus far. He then inserted it into the laminating machine, which added a neat covering pf acetate, which soon solidified to form a nicely made ID card, with the security barcode.
Tika slipped the card into his shirt pocket, and sat down on the bed where his hoard had been deposited. He opened up the first yogurt, and delicately retreived a spoon from his nightstand.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 3:00 pm
*Mark shook his head again. He adjusted his shirt slightly, smoothing out the wrinkles. When he was done, he got off the counter.*
Yeah, didn't think he did. Still.
But you wouldn't want him any other way, now would you?
You're still with aren't you?
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 3:20 pm
*Slurping down the rest of her noodles, Crim wiped her mouth on the back of her hand*
Nah, keep him the same and I'm happy. And uh...yea, I guess we are still together. Haven't heard anything saying we're not.
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 3:20 pm
WinAmp running, Naoki's "Brilliant 2 U" blasted from the speakers, while Tika bounced around shoving spoonful after spoonful of yogurt into his mouth. Careful use of telekinesis ensured it didn't spill anywhere as "End Of The Century" faded in from B2U using the crossfade feature.
(( Where'd you get that hoodie, Mark? No, the one on your avatar rolleyes ))
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 3:32 pm
Yup. *Mark nodded lightly. Staring at the ceiling, he leaned back against the counter again.* So... saw your wings got longer... and that was a wicked cool armor you were wearing last time. Is it any good? *Mark got off the counter, yet again and got something to drink*
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2004 3:33 pm
Brainbug - Nitemare faded in from Naoki's "B4U", and Tika began to dance slightly slower, small dark blobs of what upon first glance appeared to be ink. Nitemare was a spooky song...
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