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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 11:14:11 GMT -5
He raises an eyebrow, but doesn't look to impressed.So, where is this bed? C'mon*Aber leads him off to the dormatories and shows him a bunk bed.* You want top or bottom?
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Post by Widifor on Sept 1, 2004 11:17:55 GMT -5
He shrugs.
I'm supposed to care? Just give me whatever bed you won't slit my throat for.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 11:20:31 GMT -5
*Aber lets out a chuckle.*
I ain't slitting your throat. I don't give a shit which bed I'm on. No one's slitting no one's throat here. That's a damn good way to loose your meal ticket.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 1, 2004 11:23:24 GMT -5
Good. Then I got the top.
He climbs up and is sitting on the top bed before you can say "little monkey".
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 11:25:06 GMT -5
Good. Then I got the top. He climbs up and is sitting on the top bed before you can say "little monkey". Ok.*Aber sprawls himself on the bottom bunk.* So, what's your story?
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Post by Widifor on Sept 1, 2004 11:30:10 GMT -5
Smirks, leaning back against the wall.
My story is none of your damn business, and I'm out of here tomorrow again.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 16:33:58 GMT -5
Smirks, leaning back against the wall.My story is none of your damn business, and I'm out of here tomorrow again. *Aber shrugs on the bed below.* Suit yourself. Your got somewhere to go, you go ahead. More than most kids here got.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 1, 2004 16:42:36 GMT -5
He looks at his knees and frowns.
Mom died.
Shrugs reluctantly.
Not really, but heck, I'm not staying here. I'm just going to get my sword back.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 17:05:50 GMT -5
He looks at his knees and frowns.Mom died. Shrugs reluctantly.Not really, but heck, I'm not staying here. I'm just going to get my sword back. *Below, Aber sighs.* Same here. Same for alot of the kids here.*he raises an eyebrow curiously.* What kind of sword?
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Post by Widifor on Sept 1, 2004 17:15:45 GMT -5
Shrugs.
They told me so but they wouldn't let me near her. I'm gonna...
Mutters several very violent things under his breath.
The kind with a pointy end and sharp sides.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 17:20:09 GMT -5
*He nods, grimly.*
I want revenge, too.
*A snorted laugh.*
That kind. I never would have guessed. Why's this sword so important?
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Post by Widifor on Sept 1, 2004 17:22:07 GMT -5
He looks straight ahead.
Because it's mine.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 17:24:11 GMT -5
*He chuckles.*
That's a good enough reason. If you want, me and some of the other kids will tag along. Don't got anything better to do tommorrow.
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Post by Widifor on Sept 1, 2004 17:28:09 GMT -5
Shakes his head and lies down on the bed, staring up at the celing.
No. I can do it myself. It's my own damn life, I don't need anybody.
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Post by Nyata Alanadel on Sept 1, 2004 17:30:37 GMT -5
Shakes his head and lies down on the bed, staring up at the celing.No. I can do it myself. It's my own damn life, I don't need anybody. *He shrugs.* Never said you did. So, what are you gonna do after you get this sword?
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