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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 10, 2010 16:30:22 GMT -5
Kevin coughed and got up, muttering angrily. "I'm perfectly fine..." he muttered.
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Post by Darcy on Jul 10, 2010 16:32:21 GMT -5
7 looked down...his tone was not helping her mood...thats good she said...she proubly sounded a little anoyed.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 10, 2010 16:33:08 GMT -5
Kevin got back onto Fireball's back and Fireball flew into the sky.
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Post by Darcy on Jul 10, 2010 17:00:22 GMT -5
7 sighed..."thanks for staying to chat she said through gritted teeth"
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 10, 2010 17:02:41 GMT -5
Sterling watched him. "He does that to everyone..." she said.
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Post by Darcy on Jul 10, 2010 17:09:11 GMT -5
7 sighed pretending not to hear anything, pretending not to hurt.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 10, 2010 17:16:52 GMT -5
Sterling walked over to her. "What are you doing?" she asked.
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Post by Darcy on Jul 10, 2010 17:18:37 GMT -5
7 did not make eye contact..."Sitting on the ground" She snapped back, not relizing she was standing
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 10, 2010 17:29:17 GMT -5
Sterling snickered. "More like standing on it..." she said.
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Post by Darcy on Jul 10, 2010 17:31:26 GMT -5
7 glared at her. she was in no mood to be made fun of. she put her hands in her coat and started silently counting her knives.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 10, 2010 17:34:13 GMT -5
Sterling squeaked and shut up.
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Post by Darcy on Jul 10, 2010 17:40:12 GMT -5
Panic raced through her when she noticed one was gone, she took of her coat and layed it on the ground...inside was a wide selections of knifes, from a buttor knife to a macheti... there was one open spot... 7 shrieked like she had been stabed...where is it, she shook her head in agony.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 10, 2010 17:40:53 GMT -5
Sterling bolted when she found the chance.
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Post by Darcy on Jul 10, 2010 17:45:13 GMT -5
7 shook her head and started to cry...that wasn't any old knife that was her brother knife...she only used it once... she swore and bit her lip she sat on the ground looking at the coat.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jul 10, 2010 17:52:24 GMT -5
Nate put a hand on her shoulder. "It's where you left it last..." he said.
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