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| Narutard | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 4:44 PM | Message # 351 |
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| Ever looked around. "I guess it is."
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| Sunkern | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 4:50 PM | Message # 352 |
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| Cody
Well, fuck. I chuckle at my own stupidity, and sit down.
Eric.
Eric!
Sit in the motherfucking chair!
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 5:35 PM | Message # 353 |
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| Angela
I was chewing my sandwich half heartedly, something else on my mind.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 5:37 PM | Message # 354 |
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| Cole:
I woke up and looked at Angela "Something on your mind?"
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 5:40 PM | Message # 355 |
 The man with no frontal cortex.
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| Naru was still awake. She padded into the kitchen, looking for something to eat.
Walk without rhythm
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 5:47 PM | Message # 356 |
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| Angela
"Nevermind." I said before walking to my room. I sat on the edge of the bed. This was my first time where I could live in a place as amazing as this. I love it...I wish mom and dad could see this. We could be a family again.
It's time.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 5:48 PM | Message # 357 |
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| Cole:
I sighed and went back to bed.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 6:00 PM | Message # 358 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| Naru leapt onto the counter, still sniffing for scraps.
Walk without rhythm
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| Sunkern | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 6:40 PM | Message # 359 |
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| Cody
I walk over to the cat, handing it some chunks of meat i find in the fridge.
Eric.
Eric!
Sit in the motherfucking chair!
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 6:42 PM | Message # 360 |
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| Ever was snoozing on the couch, regretably haven fallen asleep because she hadn't slept in four or five days.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 6:42 PM | Message # 361 |
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| Naru chews them up, lying on her side, holding the cubes between her front 2 paws.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:26 PM | Message # 362 |
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| (bump of life)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:28 PM | Message # 363 |
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| After her snack, Naru came upon Ever, completely knocked out.
She needed to relax. Naru slept on her stomach.
Walk without rhythm
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:29 PM | Message # 364 |
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| (Woo! Is everyone asleep?)
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:29 PM | Message # 365 |
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| (No...but we can.)
It's time.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:30 PM | Message # 366 |
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| (I'm here. Everyone else seems to be knocked out.
At 6:30.)
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:32 PM | Message # 367 |
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| (Not in the RP though...do you think we'd be murdered for a ts?)
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:33 PM | Message # 368 |
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| (Mmm...Time skip to where?)
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:34 PM | Message # 369 |
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| (Around three in the morning, for a group loyalty test)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:36 PM | Message # 370 |
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| (Sure.)
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:42 PM | Message # 371 |
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| (Go ahead. They won't murder you.)
It's time.
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| Narutard | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:47 PM | Message # 372 |
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| (Well, it'll be individual I believe, the big group bonding part won't be til later)
Ever woke suddenly to the sound of feet moving across her floors. Bloody possibilities, go to sleep already. She looked at the clock and it read 3:12 am. She sighed and looked at the cat sleeping on her stomach. "Naru, wake up please," She told her.
Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
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| DepressedDuck | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:54 PM | Message # 373 |
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The man with no frontal cortex.
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| Naru's ear poked up.
A fumbled meow came forth, followed by a stretch as Naru lifted herself upright.
And flumped back onto Ever's stomach again.
Walk without rhythm
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| Ilovedogs2 | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:54 PM | Message # 374 |
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| Angela
I opened an eye as I heard the footsteps and groaned. I opened the other eye and stared at the clock. For Pete's sakes, its only 3 in the morning. I closed my eyes again, hating the fact that I was a light sleeper.
It's time.
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| Sunkern | Date: Su, 22.April.12, 7:57 PM | Message # 375 |
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| Cody
I lied on the bed, watching television quietly, careful not to wake (DDuck). I only slept like 3 hours.
Eric.
Eric!
Sit in the motherfucking chair!
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