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RejectedLimpet Vice Captain
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 Posted: Sun Jan 17, 2010 8:59 am
Mark, This is your room ^^
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Posted: Mon Jan 25, 2010 5:10 pm
This is the lair of Mark Davis, he is a transfer student from whichever House of Night he has cam from. Since he hasn't unpacked yet his room looks very spartan; the walls are bare, his bed doesn't have blankets or a pillow. It's easy to assume that the room was unoccupied. The only sign of his arival, is that the plain leather scabbord that has his rapier. His gunnie sack is sitting on the foot of his bed.
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Posted: Thu Feb 11, 2010 6:04 pm
Mark went back to his to get showered and get some formal clothes on. He had his own ensuite bathroom so he stood under the water for a while and washed out the gel from his hair, now that it wasn't spiked it hung lankly around was obvious that the sides of his head were shaved bare as was the back of his skull; the only place that hair the crown of his head. He put on fresh deoderant before got dried off and found some clothes that looked respectable. It was a nice pair of leather pants that had left nothing to the immagination, a deep red silk shirt that was untucked.
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Posted: Sun Mar 07, 2010 4:20 pm
Mark rolled his eyes after getting up to his room, he guess that talking about Lily in front of Finn was was a faux pas. So he began unpacking his clothes, most of them were black jeans and simple shirts. Though if he had to go to anything important like an assembly or awards ceramony he had dress clothes to wear. With his gunne sack empty, he rolled the empty canvas bag up like a towel and set it on the corner of his closet. He runrolled his blanket from the very tight and small roll that it has been in. As soon as he did, the scent of itallian food, and sweat filled the room. "Great now people will think I am one of those guys who always smells like sweat and food." he muttered. Making the mental note to get his blanket washed, he yawned and dropped on his bed and closed his eyes, forgetting about wanting to practice his fencing.
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Posted: Sun May 23, 2010 5:47 pm
Since Mark davis had been away on his fencing tournament his room had become rather empty, his posters had been taken down so there had been darker patches of pain on the wall that hadn't seen light in some time. His desk now was coated in a healthy layer of dust, his bed was unmade and looked like it hadn't been used in about a month judging by the stale air.
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Posted: Thu Jul 08, 2010 4:41 pm
Mark walked back into his room, though the room still looked unlived judging by the laptop on the desk the plugged in alarm clock, and clothes scattered around the room it was safe to say that someone had begun to reoccuopying the room again. Mark stripped down to his boxers and dropped down onto his bed, his rapier leaning against the wall next to the bed showed that the young man was at the ready if he were to be attacked.
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Posted: Tue Jul 13, 2010 8:39 pm
The next day Mark woke up, and rolled out of bed, he went to his dresser and grabbed a plain black t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. The young man was still tired as he practically staggered into his private bathroom. He relaxed his tense muscles under the hot water. He smiled inwardly as he lt the hot water wash over him and he made sure that his now shaggy hair was away from his face as he got dressed.
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