hannah montana
Junior
Student - Amber, Clarik[M:1000]
broken words come from healing jaws.
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 27, 2007 16:31:40 GMT -5
"But his mommy loved him, so that means yes," Amber said decidedly. "Or maybe not. I can't decide. But anyway. I wish I had a picture of someone in my pocket." She sighed, then reached inside the pocket of her bright yellow pants. "Well. I have a nickel!" Amber said hopefully.
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Post by Arual on Jul 27, 2007 16:42:59 GMT -5
Cecil got the look and sighed a deep sigh. Black locks swayed back and forth over his forehead. He was presently ignoring the conversation involving himself and his deceased mother. Shana was zoned out at the moment and watched the gray skies pass by with the bright yellow sun trying to break through, but just finding a dimmer version of what it normally is. Cecil got up and realized that he had accidently sat on the handle to his sword after being so dizzy and lightheaded. He totally didn't notice, besides the fact that everything, for a time, was hazy and displaced. He got up and adjusted the sword that went around his shoulder-to back before sitting again.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 27, 2007 17:01:07 GMT -5
Israfel watched Amber pull the nickel out of her pocket and his face heald a rather flat expression as he stood there, 'Shorty over there and 'mr. ninja-whatever' need to suck it up...' he thought to himself, 'People will die- and just because they cared for thier parents doesn't mean that the feeling was mutual. Then again, not all mothers are probably conniving, evil bitches...' Israfel chuckled slightly at the absurdity of the thought. 'if an angel would be willing to kill her son... it can only be imagined what mortals are like.' Israfel crossed his arms and rocked back and forth on his heels, his eyes narrowed as his mind got on it's own path that seemed to bring Israfel far away from the current place.
Terent placed a strong hand on Cecil's shoulder, "It's okay." He said with a genuine smile to help cheer up the student. His purple eyes supportive though they still seemed to carry a veil in front of them to hide exactly what he had seen and done in the past, such information was meant to be kept secret. It was comforting, though. It showed that he wasn't going to ask Cecil for any information. Cecil didn't have to talk about it if he didn't want to.
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Post by Arual on Jul 27, 2007 17:25:06 GMT -5
"It...it was so long ago..... That pain.... that pain that stabbed into your heart and only sank in deeper and deeper....until you could not bare to have it...." he thought to himself. It was behind him now; he knew that, but remnants of the hurt remained within his memory.
(flashback) "Cecil...please do not cry...I'll see you in the morning. (end)
Cecil felt the hand clasped on his shoulder, it was Terent's. For once he was not poking him [like previous times]. "It's been a long time since then." he replied. Cecil didn't know Terent well, and not to hold it against him, seeing as though he is a good person afterall, but because Cecil didn't like being an openbook to everyone he ran into in his life. There are some things that should not be replayed in life...this being one of them.
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hannah montana
Junior
Student - Amber, Clarik[M:1000]
broken words come from healing jaws.
Posts: 1,434
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 27, 2007 17:28:02 GMT -5
Amber glanced around. "Why is it that everyone has that dazed 'I'm-having-a-flashback' expression? MY TURN!" she yelled excitedly, shutting her eyes. "Okay, flashback. Come onnn, flashback. FLASHBACK! WHERE ARE YOU!"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 27, 2007 17:42:34 GMT -5
Israfel heard Cecil talking to Terent and just the tone seemed to be like a cheese grater accross his skin and he rolled his eyes, "Oh come on! None of us could really give a *censored* about your mom!" He glared at Cecil. He obviously had some things in his life that weren't resolved, very many things actually, now that you stopped to look at Israfel's annoyed/crazed expression at the moment.
Terent stood there and looked towards Israfel, rather calmly to be honest. He kinda stood there, keeping his composure (unlike Israfel) and he just watched Israfel who seemed to be having a mental breakdown... odd. Terent blinked a few times which really wasn't too terribly important, but the roleplayer was a lazy bitch so she typed in that Terent blinked to make her post look longer.
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Post by Arual on Jul 27, 2007 18:05:43 GMT -5
Shana was back to earth at the sound of Israfel's yell. Her blue eyes narrowed noticing that the person was very touchy about it. She kept silent however, knowing this wasn't her territory to tread onto. "Honestly," Cecil replied with that same tone he's always had, only had a little more emotion then normal put into it. "I didn't expect anyone to. That does not mean they can't." He picked up his dagger as it oddly began to glow that purple color. Cecil himself did not plan to use it- maybe a twhirl or two.. but not fight with it. That is weird...It shouldn't be glowing right now..
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J-Bear!
Junior
One With Billions Of Names; Student- Jatza, Dae [M:380][M:500][M:500][M:-410]
You are a very, very terrifying monster.
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Post by J-Bear! on Jul 27, 2007 18:17:44 GMT -5
((STOP POSTING SO BLEEPING MUCH. Just kidding, I'll just say something random.))
Jatza shook herself out of the daze she fell into at the return of Israfel. "I believe we've met, Israfel. I'm surprised to see you again so soon," she said amiably. "So . . . why does everyone look so sad?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 27, 2007 18:19:38 GMT -5
"So then..." Israfel chuckled, "Are you going to intimidate me with shiny weapons then?" He asked in a mocking tone, eyes narrowed venomously as he completely ignored Jatza, he already really didn't like this guy ninja-whatever brat, - Israfel's mind seemed angry at so many things and bitter about even more. Such things happened when you were forced to spend your life in one of the worst places imaginable from age seven to twenty-one. (that's a total of fourteen years... just thought any mathematically challenged idiots should know... now I really hope I didn't get that wrong.... *cough* congradulations! It's a duck!) There always seemed to be that one turning point in someone's life where everything seems to go to Hell, whether it's literal or figurative. He withdrew his silver knuckledusters and thier blades shimmered bright in the moonlight and Israfel smirked, "How about a little less showing off and we have an actual battle? You can't be too good- you managed to let yourself get injured." He smirked, fully confident in his abilities and that he'd be able to kick this mofo's ass.
Terent took a few steps away from Cecil with a big eyed, suprised expression, if things got hostile he didn't want to be right there when things go bad. His purple eyes seemed sure to catch anything as soon as it happens and his long elven ears twitched again.
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J-Bear!
Junior
One With Billions Of Names; Student- Jatza, Dae [M:380][M:500][M:500][M:-410]
You are a very, very terrifying monster.
Posts: 1,263
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Post by J-Bear! on Jul 27, 2007 18:44:56 GMT -5
Jatza took Israfel ignoring her lightly. To be honest, she kind of deserved it. Then she backed away from him and stood by Terent. She didn't want to get in a fight. ((XDDDDD)) "Terent, if you leave, I'm leaving too."
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Post by Arual on Jul 27, 2007 19:20:21 GMT -5
"I wasn't planning to do fight or show off. And injuries do not make a person a worse fighter." he said with all honesty. Cecil knew it'd be impossible to fight in his condition...and Israfel would kill him within minutes if he agreed. How lovely. The situation grows deeper and deeper. What had he done? A FOURTH battle?! What was he thinking?! He needed someone to eaither get one of them away or have help. Oh, wait- there was no helping in a fight like this. (-.-'')
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 27, 2007 19:30:38 GMT -5
Gerro had dozed off, honestly. He was allergic to angst, and the pills he took to stop the puffy eyes and sneezing made him really drowsy. At least he wasn't driving to New York with Harry Potter in the back seat again. He had to take so many pills that time that he fell asleep on the highway and totaled Snape's pink Cadillac, killing five Death Eaters in the back seat, and giving Harry another scar.
With a jerk the sprite came back to reality, finding that he had fallen off of Jatza's shoulder. His little jewel-bright wings came into life inches from the ground and he shot up, breathing deeply from the near death... or at least pain. With exhaustion, Gerro promptly collapsed on Israfel's fluffy head.
"I had the weirdest dream..." Gerro mumbled incomprehensively. "Something about Allysa coming back with septuplets... we used protection, darnit..." Blinking, the lime-haired 'playa' realized a lot more people were here.
"Hullo Cecil. I wondered where all the angst was coming from," Gerro said cheerfully. "Doing well?" Alright, Shana, those others, oh... With a small hop, he alighted on Israfel's shoulder. "Franco sent me an AMV of your battle with Rhyme... and also a remix using your face on a Spartan in 300 break dancing. Franco likes doing internet things, but the fact that they've fit a whole magic world in a little screeny thing creeps me out. What if this internet emerges and take over...? But yeah, you're Israel, right?"
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Jul 27, 2007 20:26:26 GMT -5
Israfel looked towards Gerro rather unhappily, he didn't like his shoulder being invaded by gay looking, green haired, red eyed, pixies. His index finger and thumb touched as if he were giving the okay signal and instead he flicked Gerro away like some bothersome insect. His knuckledusters glimmered in the light and his gold eyes glimmered with anticipation of a fight. "Come on then, show me how your injuries prove nothing, though it looks like to me that you either got in some kind of accident- or got your ass kicked... which is an accident anyways. Unless you gave up like a coward... that wouldn't suprise me at all." He laughed, putting his knuckledusters away as if deciding that Cecil wasn't even worth the time. "You let her die, didn't you... your mother?" He asked with a smile on his face, "because if you really cared for the bitch then she wouldn't be dead, now would she?"
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Post by Ladd Russo of the Russo Family on Jul 27, 2007 20:44:19 GMT -5
Gerro sneeze noisily, landing on Jatza's shoulder. "Nah, Cecil's mum died of natural causes," he explained. "Things you should know about Cecil: 1. He's always injured in some way. 2. He's always calm unless he's angry. 3. He has some awesome footie pajamas." Gerro nodded seriously, because he had been Cecil's alarm clock several times. "As for you, Israel, do you want to talk about it? No offense, but fighting Cecil isn't going to solve your personal at home problems. The sprite bowed, his eyes aflame though he was still smiling pleasantly.
Decades of solitude in a crystal either taught you to look at life with dejection and anger, go completely nuts, or look at life with a smile. Gerro had been through all of those, geeze, were those the years. It took a lot to make him sad, when he viewed life as an amusing board game.
"Unless of course, you want to fight me," he said, sticking his tongue out mischievously. Jatza probably thought he was so sexy right now, he couldn't help but think. "I'm not the school counselor, so I actually can resolve problems."
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hannah montana
Junior
Student - Amber, Clarik[M:1000]
broken words come from healing jaws.
Posts: 1,434
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Post by hannah montana on Jul 27, 2007 21:08:37 GMT -5
Amber squeaked and jumped behind Jatza.
[PAUSE! this popped into my mind. IN THE MIDDLE OF A GUNFIGHT...I HIDE BEHIND J-BEAR. UNPAUSE!]
She peeked over Jazz's shoulder. "Now, now, hottie's. Don't fight! I don't want any rare cute specimens dying on me." Amber glanced back at Crow and laughed. "And anyway, is this fight about /mom/s? I find that ironic. Like. No one is even using 'your mom' jokes. What kind of mom fight is /that/?" She shrugged.
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