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New RN's. How bout it? |
I desire to serve the Mistress and her ladies unconditionally |
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I just want a drink |
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Say What? |
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Oh gawd. How am I going to walk in those heels? |
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 12:17 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 12:18 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 12:18 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 12:30 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 12:32 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 12:36 pm
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Amy smirked at Kai, still quite close to him. "Well, I'm happy to see you, so you deserve a proper greeting."
Psyzapp's words diverted Amy's attention once again. She hadn't felt this unfocused in a long time. Huh. She turned her head and called back to Psyzapp, even though she was already gone. "Thank you, Psyzapp..."
Still looking off in the direction Psyzapp left, Amy muttered to herself, "I wonder if she didn't get what she wanted because I was focusing on melding myself with the wind. Maybe everything I absorbed is staying inside of me since I was trying to absorb the wind so that I could study it more."
She seemed to think about that for a few more moments, but then her hand brushed against something odd when she had started to move it toward Kai's hair.
Having her attention diverted again, Amy turned back to Kai and seemed to consider his outfit. "Hmm.. You are wearing a very interesting outfit today, Kai. What is it, and what is the occasion?"
She smiled serenely at him.
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 12:56 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 12:59 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 1:02 pm
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*tired of waiting to hear from Flame, she decides to get out of her quarters before she goes stir crazy. Groaning, she stretches in her computer chair, looping the live feed to automatic updates every fifteen minutes. Making sure shift change went by smoothly, she grabbed her things, making sure she had her "special" tapestry bag Psyzapp gave her and heads out her door. Going through the security measures, she walks into the bar, noting a faint acrid smell crossing her nose. Slightly flinching, she looks around to see if there was any smoke.
As she scans the area, her eyes fall on Amy and Kai, all lovey-dovey. Making a slight noise of disgust, she quickly shakes her head and goes to the counter, placing her things on it. Standing in front of the espresso machine, she makes herself a ooey gooey chocolatey mess. Adding some Kahlua and Baileys, she sips and takes a seat on the corner stool, closest to the office. Sighing, she sips and closes her eyes, hoping that everything went according to flames plan*
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 1:03 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 1:04 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 1:07 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 1:18 pm
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 1:48 pm
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*feeling the effects of the chocolate and liquers she's added, she begins to relax and let the deep crease of her furrowed brows lessen. Rubbing her forehead, she reassures herself that Flame and his guys can take care of themselves, but she just can't get over the gnawing feeling of how cunning, lethal and maniacal these guys are. Since Flame took her under his wing, she'd never been afraid again a day after that, until she met up with these creeps. Shuddering, she shakes her head a bit harder than the last time, squaring her shoulders and sipping her drink.
She opens her tapestry bag, pulling out a leather bound journal, knowing that if hse doesn't write these thoughts out, she'll loose her mind over thinking as hard as she is. For as long as she can remember, she's always kept a journal. Not the one she has now, which was a gift from Flame within her third year of learning. A quote from somewhere inside her always rang out whenever she was stuck on a particular thought: "You'll never be able to process it and prioritize it if you don't write it out. Writing always helps you see things clearer."
Realizing she hadn't written in that journal for what seems like ages, she fingers the gold lettering emblazoned on the front of it. The letters were in a bold Old English script that said "The Journey of Reign". She gently smoothed the cover of the book gently before opening it and pulling a pen from it's pocket. Head down, she begins the story, from the time she stepped foot into GGG, up to her current situation*
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Posted: Wed May 12, 2010 2:17 pm
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