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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 10:13 am
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 10:20 am
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
4
Total: 4 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 10:22 am
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Mon Aug 04, 2014 10:23 am
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Quote: 0/30 HP Roll Result =- 10 YOU DED * D *
Zaire had been struck by lightening, and he couldn't take it when another bolt shot down and got him. It felt like the air had been forced from his body, or what little was left in. Dry heaving he doubled over and his feet stopped, eyes watering. The only word to describe the feeling in his throat was raw, painful and raw, he needed water. Hearing a familiar sound of another strike coming Zaire moved and on a half jump half fall, he hit the narrow path to the side of the course. Laying there a moment he breathed in defeat, dust filling his nostrils but oddly enough not making him cough, instead he growled lowly. A growled that showed his disappointment in himself, for becoming this.
He couldn't believe it, not a bit. When! More importantly how the hell was he this out of shape, this useless on some stupid running course? Had he really been overindulging lately, the boil frowned trying to recall and remembering sour feelings of being homesick. That had to be it, he had let the feelings of his own depression get the better of him. Well not anymore. No...no. Zaire dimmed for a moment at his own thoughts.
But maybe Helki was right. Maybe he was useless and no good.
Zaire slowly picked himself up off the path and stood, brushing off the dirt that had collected on his pants and sighing. No. He wouldn't give up, the course might have won today but if he was going to do something it was take this thing head on again just to prove he could. Determination flashed across his features as he started out of the area. But first he needed to pay a visit to the nurse. After that though, Zaire's brain lapsed for a moment and he yawned. "Maybe a nap...then the nurse...and then.." Whatever he had planned to do, the arcade? That sounded about right, maybe he could see that cute ghoul he had ran into, she didn't think he wasn't good enough.
Or Jory, he was fun to hang out with Zaire mused but was in fact heading for his dorm the likes of which he would stay in for a few good hours once getting there. Sleep and then food, if he didn't just eat one of the minipets in his room before crashing on the bed. Decisions, decisions.
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
8
Total: 8 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:14 am
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Quote: 20/30 HP Roll Result = - 10 HP Back again, he stood before the course and bristled knowing the punishment it held as soon as he took a single step on the rocky surface. But it had to be done, there was no other way around it, he couldn't see any cheats to get past and really didn't want any. This was a test, not only for the school of course but for himself. He had been rather proud of his own working out in his dorm as of recently and felt confident today, which was a new and exciting feeling.
Readying he bent to check his shoe laces and then straightened back up to peer out of the course again. On a swallow he started a mental countdown. Five, four, three, two ..and he was off sprinting for his life down the uneven path. Sweat wasn't dripping nearly as fast as it had the last time he attempted the course, which was pleasing. His conditioning in the pool lately might have been to thank for that though, of course in the heat of the moment he was just glad sweat wasn't stinging his eyes.
Racing up the hill he came to a rather large dip and jumped to avoid it, as he landed thought hadn't caught up and since he had slowed technically a bolt of lighting struck him. Zaire winced but quickly recovered, or rather recovered much faster than last time and started his sprint up again. One foot in front of the other he coached himself as he started to get a little winded running up the hill. A growl rumbled from his throat as he passed the spot he fell at last time, victory, or at least a small one had him smiling.
This time was going to be different, he could feel it.
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:15 am
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
5
Total: 5 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:37 am
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
6
Total: 6 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:39 am
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Cheekiebirdiee rolled 1 8-sided dice:
2
Total: 2 (1-8)
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Posted: Sat Aug 16, 2014 10:43 am
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