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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2010 16:55:38 GMT -5
((They order whatever they want.))
Sotiris had things on his mind, that was unusual for him.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 1, 2010 16:57:07 GMT -5
((I know...Cherice is just really really picky...))
Cherice lookd around, she wasn't that hungy
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2010 16:58:06 GMT -5
Sotiris sighed and stood up. For the first time in his life he wasn't relaxed.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 1, 2010 16:59:22 GMT -5
Cherice walked around.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2010 17:00:36 GMT -5
Sotiris threw the rest of his food in the fire and went to the arena.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 1, 2010 17:01:21 GMT -5
Cherice looked around
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2010 17:02:19 GMT -5
Sotiris walked into the arena and pulled out Dragon Soul.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 1, 2010 17:03:41 GMT -5
Cherice had never fought, not a day in her life.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2010 17:04:31 GMT -5
Sotiris twirled his blades around his fingers. A sleek black and yellow dragon flew into the arena.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 1, 2010 17:10:37 GMT -5
Cherice paced
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2010 17:11:18 GMT -5
Sotiris smiled. "Come to help, Pyro?" he asked.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 1, 2010 17:12:07 GMT -5
Cherice hated this place.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2010 17:13:40 GMT -5
Pyrociastus smiled and nodded in his dragon way. Sotiris started to train while Pyro slashed up the rest.
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Post by Darcy on Dec 1, 2010 17:17:03 GMT -5
Cherice let out a shriek of annoyance.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Dec 1, 2010 17:17:54 GMT -5
Sotiris and Pyro heard it but did nothing about it.
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