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DepressedDuckDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 4:47 PM | Message # 426
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I smiled. Ever's personality seems to have changed.

Walk without rhythm
 
NarutardDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 4:54 PM | Message # 427
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Ever arrived in The Scientist's office where he sat behind his large desk. He crossed his arms, looking at her. "You seem to have taken a liking to this group," He said and she looked away, refusing to answer. "We could take this one right now and just get it over with instead of putting them through...the rest," He offered and she looked at him. "They won't suffer?" She asked curiously and he smiled. "Not like you have."

Tis now the very witching time of night when hell itself breathes contagion
 
DepressedDuckDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 4:56 PM | Message # 428
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Naru sniffed a little and twitched. She still had a kitty grin on her face.

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SunkernDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 5:16 PM | Message # 429
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Cody
I sit down on the couch, sipping my drink.


Eric.
Eric!
Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
Dillon0909Date: Mo, 23.April.12, 6:36 PM | Message # 430
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Cole:

I was still working dilligently.


I love Spooky Crap :D
 
Ilovedogs2Date: Mo, 23.April.12, 7:54 PM | Message # 431
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Angela

"I'm going to wait for her actually." I said.


It's time.
 
DepressedDuckDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 8:31 PM | Message # 432
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I wonder what she was doing, beyond the teleporter.
I hoped she came back soon.


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NarutardDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 8:35 PM | Message # 433
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Ever walked through the door to her apartment slowly, still half surprised what just happened. "Um...guys..."

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DepressedDuckDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 8:37 PM | Message # 434
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I turned, Naru's tail softly slapping me in the face. "Yes?"

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SunkernDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 8:42 PM | Message # 435
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I turn to her, "What?"


Eric.
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Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
ToxicDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 8:51 PM | Message # 436
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(Is it possible to be a bastard like me and join at page eighteen? c:)

I am only one, but I am one.
 
NarutardDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 8:54 PM | Message # 437
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(Course, we need more anyways, we only have six of the needed ten sad )

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SunkernDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:00 PM | Message # 438
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(Only like 5 come on a day, lol)

Eric.
Eric!
Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
ToxicDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:06 PM | Message # 439
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Name: Marion Vaccaro

Age: Seventeen.

Gender: Let's see if you can guess.

Appearance: Shaggy golden brown hair, that matches his brown eyes. He stands at 6'2", with a muscular build. Usually, his torso is bare except for a necklace with a tiny three inch blade and two inch hilt on it. It's a tiny defensive weapon, or just a essential tool. He wears black trousers, and black knee high boots.

Items: A backpack of many tools.

Bio: Marion spends most of his time alone, though welcomes any type of positive hearted company. He has been alone with his dying brother his entire life. His brother passed away when Marion was only fifteen. He did not mourn his death, for he prepared years for the event.

Extra: Oranges, apples, watermelon, bananas, I like em' all!


I am only one, but I am one.
 
SunkernDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:06 PM | Message # 440
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(It's a guy.)

Eric.
Eric!
Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
NarutardDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:15 PM | Message # 441
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(Well, umm let's see, accepted of course but the things to list.

-We will say that in the testing facility that chooses the team(team hasn't been chosen yet), you were placed into Ever's room as well.

-Don't try and change the plot line please because I have a lot planned, so just go along

-this is the 2406 and the Scientists are in charge of everything and

-we don't know what this recruitment is about yet and

-we don't know anything about the outside of the dome so don't ask or pretend like you know cause the scientists haven't told what you're being tested for yet.

-Only Ever knows. I think that's it.)


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Ilovedogs2Date: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:20 PM | Message # 442
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Angela

"Oh hey."


It's time.
 
ToxicDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:21 PM | Message # 443
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(Okay. I changed my biography so it does not imply that he has been chosen as one of the team.)

I am only one, but I am one.
 
NarutardDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:25 PM | Message # 444
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(Okay, so just pretend your in Ever's apartment with everyone else :D)
Ever looked up slowly. "Everyone else backed out...you guys have been selected to make the team," I said quietly.


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Ilovedogs2Date: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:26 PM | Message # 445
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Angela

"Why don't we talk this through over breakfast?" I said.


It's time.
 
DepressedDuckDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:26 PM | Message # 446
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"..."
Naru opened an eye.
"...Awesome." Was all i could manage.


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SunkernDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:32 PM | Message # 447
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Cody
"Not sure if i should take this as a good or bad thing."


Eric.
Eric!
Sit in the motherfucking chair!
 
ToxicDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 9:35 PM | Message # 448
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Marion
"Talk it through over breakfast?" I asked, looking over at Angela. "I'm excited." I smiled, turning my attention back to Ever. "Will you tell more?" I asked, on the edge of my seat.


I am only one, but I am one.
 
Ilovedogs2Date: Mo, 23.April.12, 11:06 PM | Message # 449
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Angela

"Fine." I grumbled as I walked back upstairs. (She has a deep dislike of boys...with a reason she will never tell unless she's actually crying.)


It's time.
 
ToxicDate: Mo, 23.April.12, 11:29 PM | Message # 450
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(Can I PM you my guess why?)

I am only one, but I am one.
 
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