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Post by sascrotch on Feb 12, 2008 15:49:41 GMT -5
moar
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 12, 2008 18:02:49 GMT -5
hmmm lemme see
nope lol. maybe later if I can think o some.
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 13, 2008 14:03:05 GMT -5
someone else... MOAR!
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 13, 2008 17:59:09 GMT -5
Arlane glanced out the frost-covered window for what seemed the hundredth time that morning. Snow was falling steadily in broad, latticed flakes, only just beginning to accumulate on the surrounding turf. The road as of yet was unaffected, but it wouldn't be much longer before it became covered in Winter's embrace. Gadrian, she silently pleaded, please, return...
Continue: Y/N?
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 14, 2008 10:31:38 GMT -5
y
She was drawn away from her trance by a sudden knock on the door. A flurry of emotions coursed through her body, leaving her with butterflies in her stomach and goose pimples on her pale skin.
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Post by ceasarshlong on Feb 14, 2008 11:58:00 GMT -5
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmoooooooooooooooooooooooooooaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 14, 2008 17:50:23 GMT -5
Was it him? She had been watching the road assiduously, her vigil constant. There was no sign; she would have known. But the possibility... "Arlane." Only one voice could have that effect. Tears welled around her green eyes, and then cascaded down her checks. "Gadrian..." He stood in the archway, garbed in weather-stained boiled leather, the hilt of a battered broadsword looming over his shoulder. His tanned face, which bore scars she had no recollection of, was impassive; granite eyes regarded her silently. He then collapsed to the floor on his knees, a gloved hand reaching to his side where a stain she hadn't noticed before was. Arlane let out a cry of dismay, and rushed to him, managing to catch him before he became fully prostrate. His head lolled to one side in her arms, and his eyes met hers for the last time. "Arlane..."
Wow, that's kind of depressing lol.
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Post by ceasarshlong on Feb 15, 2008 12:14:01 GMT -5
yeah it was.......
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 15, 2008 21:38:43 GMT -5
And I wrote that on Valentines day haha.
Probably a reflection of my sour mood.
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 19, 2008 10:13:48 GMT -5
you really need a girlfriend
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 19, 2008 19:28:55 GMT -5
What's the point now? I'm off to college, and that would pretty much dash any semblence of a relationship into a fine powder to be scattered by the next breeze. I realize that I still have half a year, but for what? Sex? Half of a year of a relationship I know is going to end anyways? Why bother.
College is where it's at.
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 20, 2008 16:16:33 GMT -5
have fun
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Post by Viking Dong on Feb 20, 2008 17:11:12 GMT -5
I just realized I sounded like a little bitch.
*slaps self*
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Post by sascrotch on Feb 21, 2008 11:07:14 GMT -5
there once was this viking who sounded like a little bitch. we all laughed at him until he strangled us with piano wire. the end.
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Post by ceasarshlong on Feb 21, 2008 12:13:21 GMT -5
wat a tragic story..
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