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Post by Darcy on Oct 15, 2010 17:19:30 GMT -5
The dark eyes cast over the squirrle, its fur-less body twitched and spasmed in its last moments. Seven let out a small laugh a snicker perhaps, before slipping her skinning life into the shoe. Seven was pretty messed up, not crazy, nor sane. She had much of a "Split Personality" and this was deffinatly a good day.
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Post by Darcy on Oct 21, 2010 19:29:16 GMT -5
BUMP
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Post by Darcy on Oct 23, 2010 19:26:18 GMT -5
No one likes Seven anymore?
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Post by Amiel on Oct 23, 2010 20:42:03 GMT -5
((Seven scares Fang... <.< ))
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Post by Darcy on Oct 23, 2010 22:39:02 GMT -5
Well sevens a MURDERE R she tends to scare people. but that make seven feel sad... >:C
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Post by Darcy on Oct 24, 2010 21:12:25 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2010 21:21:35 GMT -5
Fang watched her carefully.
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Post by Darcy on Oct 24, 2010 21:23:37 GMT -5
When Seven had finished the squirrle, she tossed it aside, Done with it. She sighed, and whiped most of blood that had spllatered on her face away.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2010 21:24:37 GMT -5
Fang sighed, and smiled faintly.
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Post by Darcy on Oct 24, 2010 21:25:18 GMT -5
Seven laughed, quietly. It was perfect, and no ingery to herself.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2010 21:26:15 GMT -5
Fang went over to her.
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Post by Darcy on Oct 24, 2010 21:27:23 GMT -5
Seven looked at the mangled remains and a broad grin rose apon her face.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2010 21:27:57 GMT -5
Fang sighed.
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Post by Darcy on Oct 24, 2010 21:29:14 GMT -5
Th Seven sighed. There was only so much humor she could get from that.
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Post by Amiel on Oct 24, 2010 21:30:11 GMT -5
Fang looked at her.
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