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Creation100Date: Th, 24.November.11, 1:48 AM | Message # 1376
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Hallas-

I lift her up into my arms, "Why were you out here?" I ask, wondering what happened today.


She had a smile that could light up a room.
 
NarutardDate: Th, 24.November.11, 1:49 AM | Message # 1377
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"I hate that bed," I said, implying the infirmary bed.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Th, 24.November.11, 1:49 AM | Message # 1378
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Angelica

I put on the new set of clothes and walked out, with my hair still wet.


It's time.
 
Creation100Date: Th, 24.November.11, 1:59 AM | Message # 1379
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Hallas-

I yawn, as I head to the elevator. "I see." I reply, as the elevator doors close and we ascend.


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NarutardDate: Th, 24.November.11, 2:01 AM | Message # 1380
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"Are you tired too?" I asked quietly.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Th, 24.November.11, 2:13 AM | Message # 1381
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Angelica

I got to my room and started drying my hair quickly.


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Creation100Date: Th, 24.November.11, 2:30 AM | Message # 1382
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Hallas-

"Mhm, not really into waking up so early." I tell her, walking into my control room.


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NarutardDate: Th, 24.November.11, 2:49 AM | Message # 1383
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Reagan
"Pain forced me awake,"


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Creation100Date: Th, 24.November.11, 3:33 AM | Message # 1384
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"My pain is Miles" I reply, walking into my room, I lower her onto my bed.


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NarutardDate: Th, 24.November.11, 8:51 AM | Message # 1385
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Reagan
I smiled. "I'm sorry," I Said.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Th, 24.November.11, 11:09 AM | Message # 1386
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Angelica

When I was done, I took the elevator down to eat breakfast.


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Creation100Date: Th, 24.November.11, 1:19 PM | Message # 1387
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I smile, "No worries, I created him anyways." I reply, sliding the covers over her. "I hope my bed is better for you." I tell her.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Th, 24.November.11, 2:37 PM | Message # 1388
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Angelica

I closed my eyes with a sigh. Tired...


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NarutardDate: Th, 24.November.11, 2:53 PM | Message # 1389
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My eyes began to slip close again. "Yeah..."


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Creation100Date: Th, 24.November.11, 6:18 PM | Message # 1390
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I pat her arm, "Sleep well." I say before walking away back to the control room.

Miles-

I appear beside Angelica as she entered the cafeteria, "You're looking wonderful." I tell her, with a smile.


She had a smile that could light up a room.
 
Ilovedogs2Date: Th, 24.November.11, 6:24 PM | Message # 1391
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Angelica

"thanks." I said smiling at him.


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Creation100Date: Th, 24.November.11, 6:34 PM | Message # 1392
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"Mhm." I reply, waiting to follow her to a table.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Th, 24.November.11, 6:36 PM | Message # 1393
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Angelica

"you bothered Hallas yet?" I said while walking to a table.


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NarutardDate: Th, 24.November.11, 6:53 PM | Message # 1394
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"Kay..." I whispered, sinking into a sleep.


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Creation100Date: Th, 24.November.11, 8:10 PM | Message # 1395
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"Why of course, anyone is able to do that." I tell her, settling at the table she found.

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NarutardDate: Th, 24.November.11, 8:14 PM | Message # 1396
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(Poo, timeskip?)

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Ilovedogs2Date: Th, 24.November.11, 9:58 PM | Message # 1397
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( uh sure?)

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NarutardDate: Th, 24.November.11, 10:06 PM | Message # 1398
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(no, that was for Creation, you guys are talking, my character's asleep..._)

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Ilovedogs2Date: Th, 24.November.11, 10:10 PM | Message # 1399
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(ok. post in roblox?)

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Creation100Date: Fr, 25.November.11, 1:05 AM | Message # 1400
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[Sure thing.]

Hallas-

I had tried out my new mech, during the training, allowing the pilots to try me with my eye I'm rather immortal. I leave the courtyard allowing Miles to autopilot the mech back into my space. I head back inside, my head in pain from using my own power at a lengthy time. Making it back to my control room I walk to my room to see how Reagan was taking things.
[The Cafeteria tables would have came together to form multiple longer tables, with a large table meant for Hallas, and a selective few to eat at. ^^]


She had a smile that could light up a room.
 
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