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She's so cool and brilliant. |
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:D She so awesome. |
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I like her style. |
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She's okay. |
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Erm... not my type. |
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Yuck. No thanks. |
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 10:05 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 10:50 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 11:05 am
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 12:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:34 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 1:58 pm
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FaithfullyBeautyful Death
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 2:18 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 3:22 pm
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Aoki contently smilled as she dried her hair with a towel, sighing happily and wrapping a kimono around her frame. Quietly exiting the private bathroom, she looked around before passing Aiko the box full of her bath supplies.
'Shin-chan!' She chimmed to her sister. 'You okay? Izu-bozu didn't scare you or hurt you, did he?'
As Aiko passed her to her room, Aoki spun around and headed the other way. All her troubles, all her problems and concerns were washed away. Nothing mattered. The thought even crossed her mind to forgive Izumo for taking her sister from her hiding spot. Aoki thought it probebly would have been better that she leave earlier anyways.
'So, Shin-chan, wanna skip this mission. I left a lot of things untended to before I left, and all those flower seeds I brought home earlier need to dry properly for planting in the spring.'
Without getting an answer, she shrugged it off. Maybe Koh was around. Hopefully, he wasn't the emo she had seen right before she left. Aoki couldn't stand him like that. Maybe he had finally broke it off and was the intresting, purple haired youth she actually was used to. Well, either way she'd find someone to entertain her.
"Hello? Anyone avalible to chat?" Aoki's voice rang through the theater, despite her small voice.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 4:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 4:31 pm
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FaithfullyBeautyful Death
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 5:52 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 6:58 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:44 pm
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"...It's been...busy, for a while. But things have seemed...to calm down," Tomoyo said haltingly, debating whether she should tell Taketo about the strange going ons with Melora and the hooded intruder or not. On the one hand, it concerned all the thieves, she was sure of that, but on the other, it had only brought more pain to those involved. Shinobu, for one. She leaned against the wall and gazed at the sky with a frown, hunching her shoulders as memories flowed through her mind of what had transpired, and foreboding thoughts of what might happen in the future. No, she wouldn't tell. "Perhaps this was what Tao-san was thinking", she murmured.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 9:42 pm
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Shinobu, still in her paniced state, winced as she heard the mind numbing crash of Chi in another one of his craxy games, somewhere deeper within the halls of the theatre, she could make out Rikku's highpitched singing, and more than one conversation, along with Aoki, who was nearby. In fact, it was clear that the entire headquarters was buzzing with activity, and it would be nearly impossible for her to hope to be able to get ahold of Nia and get that rabbit toy she needed so badly.
She glanced around the hallway once again, seeing nothing more than Izumo, standing there calmly with a concerned yet dissappointed look on his face.
Shinobu took in a few deep breaths.
Atleast now that she'd stopped to think things over, her mind was starting to recover from that horrible dream and work properly again. Still, she could feel the strain her breaths were putting on her lungs, and how her heart was struggling, how her eyelids were sinking and how her mind was going numb. She needed sleep, and would soon be out, she had to hurry. More than anything else Shinobu never wanted to see that horrible place again.
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