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Post by S-to-the-T on Dec 31, 2006 23:42:51 GMT -5
((Here we go... Heh.))
((Sorry if I add a bit... Like a door and a chair. If they're not there.))
Zayron slid the door to the room open, entering with a sandwhich in hand. He pulled it closed behind him, walking right in as if he hadn't missed anything, and taking a seat in one of the empty arm chairs. He pushed it back into a lounging position, taking a bite of his sandwhich and staring emptily at his feet.
He made no sounds of acknowledgment to anyone, although he knew they were there. He seemed more interested in his sandwhich then the conversation he'd supossedly just missed. Supossedly.
He took another bite of the sandwhich.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Jan 31, 2007 14:41:15 GMT -5
((The room is pretty much being invented as we go, ST, don't worry about it.
You guys can kick me for being lazy about replying to this.))
S'ven turned red eyes to Sebastion, one silver eyebrow arched. "Karis is not entitled to anything, good sir," he replied calmly, quickly standing up for their leader. He had been one of the first to join Paraphrase and, as such, was very close to a few people who had been members just as long, Karis included. He'd even go so far as to consider their leader a good friend. "And if he's not telling us just yet, he has his reasons."
He turned his gaze to Zayron. "Good sandwhich?" he inquired, mildly puzzled by the other's odd entrance.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Feb 1, 2007 0:27:41 GMT -5
((*Kicks Chance*))
Zayron gave S'ven a wordless thumbs up, taking another bite from his sandwhich and sinking further into the squishy seat of the arm chair.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Feb 1, 2007 8:23:05 GMT -5
Sensing that he was being dismissed, Sebastian did not press the matter further. Rather, he turned, and began to simply leave. He had no business being here, and he needed to feed, anyway.
(((*Kicks Chance all the way over to Remix*)))
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Post by Chance Harebell on Feb 2, 2007 21:56:00 GMT -5
((-is rather sore now-))
S'ven made no move to stop Sebastian, but neither did he encourage the other's retreat. Actually, he was tired himself. Hesitantly, he returned Zayron's thumbs up before yawning softly. "I'd better turn in for the night," he murmured, standing to leave as well.
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Chibi-San
New Student
Smile, it confuses people.[M:0]
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Post by Chibi-San on Feb 11, 2007 20:19:47 GMT -5
Vioriel, who had been sleeping in his arm chair, awoke and looked around. He wasn't in his bed at all, his dreams had been shattered and he was now rather depressed about walking to the back room that was more like a cave or a den then a room. Following this he flopped down on the small creaky wooden bed and when back to sleep. He liked his wooden bed. Sure he could have a bed fit for a king but who cared, his bed was as good as any for the short time he used it. It was very old, and the nails had been replaced more times then you could count on three hands, which was very strange because he usualy stopped counting things after they got passed two, it was to hard to keep up with at that point. Even though it was not much, he still lay on it as if it were a cloud floating in the air.
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Post by Alexander Nikara on Jul 15, 2007 22:44:20 GMT -5
((Now, I know you may all think I'm crazy but I'm going to attempt to breathe life into this marvelous creation once more. Mostly because I wanna use Mora, but that's beside the point. Now, Chance, keep in mind that I have to plot ideas at all and that this is merely a filler post to get the thing going. I'm also gonna make it morning.))
"Where the hell am I?" Mora said aloud as she awoke from her sleeping place in the large, and rather luxurious armchair in which she had unintentionally slept the previous night. "Oh, yea." She said, realizing where she was. She looked around to see if anyone else had woken up. Apparently nobody had, considering that there were no lights on, and if any of the vampires were awake then they would probably have been waiting for her to wake up so that they could startle her upon awaking. "Figures..." She said, once again to herself, as she slowly stood, rubbing her eyes and wondering how she had ever managed to sleep with a handgun in her back pocket. "Oh, well." She drudged into the kitchen area and began to prepare breakfast as was required of the first person to wake up every morning. On the bright side she didn't have to do the dishes.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Jul 15, 2007 23:06:10 GMT -5
His sleep had been short and troubled. Unable, for some reason, to fall into the typical deep, regenerating sleep, S'ven Truesdale had risen early. Unusual for a Vampire, yes, but S'ven had never been the typical blood sucker. He was, at best, out of the ordinary. At worst, a filthy, human loving blood traitor. And his sleep patterns were often disorganized.
Even the artificial light of the underground headquarters burned at his sensitive skin. And so it was that he was known to wear a heavy black cloak and a pair of delicate black gloves in the daylight hours, if he happened to be up and about during the day.
He caught up to his partner in the hallways as she made her way to the kitchen. As was his way, he stepped into line beside her, regarding her with curious eyes. "You are up early, Miss Mora," he commented, somewhat incredulously. It was odd for her to be up and about at this hour.
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Post by Alexander Nikara on Jul 16, 2007 8:47:20 GMT -5
Mora shot S'ven a rather intimidating glare. "Yea, well you try sleeping in a chair with a gun stuck up your ass." The kitchen was the largest room in HQ next to the living room which doubled as a mission planning area. It had a rather oddly colored wrap-around, orange counter-top. Ugly as it was, it served perfectly for blending in any mess that might be made, due to the conglomerate of other colors that were integrated into the design. There were two sinks, a large oven, two refrigerators, and more cabinets than you could count in any reasonable length of time. In the center of the large room was a rather long oak table, lined up and down with wooden, straight backed chairs. The fancy furniture was always reserved for personal and living quarters. "So, what for breakfast this morning?" She asked. Then she realized who she was talking to. "Oh, you don't know." She said, slightly irritated at the fact that S'ven was required to help with breakfast, even though his cooking skills were rather sorely lacking, even when compared to Mora's own skills as a chef, which were, at best, less than exquisite.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Jul 17, 2007 1:05:25 GMT -5
S'ven smiled in amusement, which came out looking less than friendly due to his pale skin and fangs. He shrugged his shoulders. "My apologies, my taste buds aren't the best to rely on," he responded, though he didn't sound at all sorry. He could care less what they had for breakfast, after all. "Perhaps try something fairly easy, though. They'll yell at me as well, if you serve them your typical cooking. It's not exactly cuisine."
Peaceful and quiet as he was, S'ven rather enjoyed pushing Mora's buttons. She was easily annoyed, which entertained him a great deal.
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Post by Alexander Nikara on Jul 17, 2007 9:29:48 GMT -5
Mora glared coldly at him for a moment before stalking over to the cabinet. "So, cereal or pudding?" She asked sarcasticly. "Or are you afraid I'll burn it?" She began to gather boxes of the many different kinds of cereal that was kept stored in the cabinet nearest the refrigerator. "Do we still have those Pothocket things or whatever they are in the freezer?" She asked S'ven, trying to peer at him through the pile of boxes inher arms.
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Post by S-to-the-D on Jul 17, 2007 16:13:40 GMT -5
"...Please tell me you did not honestly just mispronounce 'Hotpockets'," Sebastian's deep voice asked from a corner of the room. The rest of his body quickly materializing as he finished racing, he leaned against the wall and smirked.
Being an early-rise Vampire, he was generally excused from the breakfast-making despite his waking hours, being unable to eat regular food and whatnot.
"Perhaps you need a bit more sleep, Mora," he said quietly, the amusement in his voice pronounced.
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Post by S-to-the-T on Jul 17, 2007 16:18:20 GMT -5
"I don't think there are any more." Added Zayron, who had entered the room at just that time as well, "I think I ate the last of 'em last night." Before the sandwhich. Or was it before the cake?
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Post by S-to-the-D on Jul 17, 2007 16:39:31 GMT -5
Hmm...It seems everyone's up early today, Sebastian noted, choosing to wait for Mora to reply first rather than get in a snide comment about Zayron's eating habits and risk pissing everyone off, instead of just certain people.
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Post by Chance Harebell on Jul 18, 2007 7:52:51 GMT -5
S'ven had the dignity to hang his head in embarrasment at his partner's gross mispronunciation. He resisted the urge to smack his forhead with the palm of his hand. "Miss Mora, perhaps if you simply sat out the collection of breakfast cereals so that people may choose from them. I think everyone would be happier that way."
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