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Posted: Sat Oct 04, 2008 9:02 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:36 am
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Quotable Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 8:57 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:09 am
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He bumped past a few people. "Scuse me hey sorry hey alright - OW, thankyou -", he mubmled loudly, starting to get irritated; she had obviously escaped him. He stood in the middle of the room, sighed, and climbed on top of a table. "Alright YO! LISTEN UP!! Hey - HAS ANYBODY SEEN, AMANDA Lions!? Short cute giiirl, 'bout yea high,...", he said, holding his hand up in the air below him showing how tall she was. "Black hair purple eyes,.... PISSIN' me off..", he mumbled, as everyone stared at him silently.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:17 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:22 am
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Once he felt he had embaressed himself enough for one night, he brushed past people out into the closest room possible, which happened to be the kitchen. He leaned against a table and sighed, looking about the room, expecting to get kicked out any minute now. A trio of bad looking guys caught his eye, and he eyed them casually as they walked across the far end of the kitchen and out the back door, into the night. He paused for a few moments, got up from the table, and walked slowly towards the exit of the kitchen, and after waiting a good amount of time, snuck out after them. Something about them didin't seem right, which was a sixth sense he sort of had. He crouched down and tried to catch up.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:34 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:38 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:54 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 9:59 am
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He didin't only recoignize what they were trying to do, but he recoignized the girls vocie as well. He didin't know if he could take on three guys, he'd run if he had to, but he always had his Jeet Kune Do training available on the side. "Oh HELL no.", he said, stepping into the middle of the alley. "You betta' KEEP it in your pants, man, or I'mma go BUCK WILD and CHOP that sh*t off!", he warned, pointing a finger, and staring the three down, sounding intimidating but was actually very scared. His deep-cut, blackish tattoo on his neck reflected dimly in the dim lighting of the alley. He pointed to each of them, then his courage failed and he slowly lowered his finger. He went slightly wide-eyed as he noticed the tattos on their necks, and recoignized them instantly. Not good.
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 10:29 am
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Posted: Sun Oct 05, 2008 11:52 am
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Posted: Tue Oct 07, 2008 10:50 am
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