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Post by Ze on Jun 24, 2004 17:00:51 GMT -5
Draven followed ehr out of the mansion and looked at his arm. "Ah!!! I've been hit!!!" he yelled dramatically, then brushed the silly string off his coat.
((yes he's wearing a coat.))
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Post by Sweety8587 on Jun 24, 2004 17:07:52 GMT -5
Chara rolled her eyes and pulled out a long pink strand from out of her long cinnammon colored hair. "I hate dis stuff! It just stick everywhere."
She checked her herself to make sure that there was no silly string, ice, scorch marks or skid marks on her clothes. She was lucky this time. Only one scorch mark and her pants were a tad sticky due slipping on the ice.
"Now dat we've escaped da madness. Where'd y' wanna do? Relax in da gardens?"
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Post by Ze on Jun 24, 2004 17:10:13 GMT -5
"ok," he sighed, and re-adjusted his coat a bit. Then he started walking for the gardens.
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Post by Sweety8587 on Jun 24, 2004 17:39:48 GMT -5
Chara and Draven walked until they were a bit away frm the front entrance of the mansion but they still had a good view of the front door. She pulled of her light coat and rolled up into a temporary pillow which she placed in the cool shade of the trees.
She laid down on the ground with a content albiet slightly tired sigh. "How long y' bet Amara'll figure out t'was us?"
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Post by Ze on Jun 24, 2004 17:42:05 GMT -5
"I dunno." He sat on the ground, keeping his coat on. Generally when you have holes in the back of your shirt, and wings, you tend to do that. "probably a little while, maybe an hour."
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Post by Sweety8587 on Jun 24, 2004 17:45:38 GMT -5
Chara raised a lazy eyebrow from behind her dark tinted glasses, "How come y' still be wearing dat coat out ere homme? Y' ain't t'inkin dat it be a oven?"
(Homme - man)
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Post by Ze on Jun 24, 2004 17:53:51 GMT -5
"no, I'm fine. I'm used to wearing my coat." It was slightly hot for him, but he was fine.
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Post by Sweety8587 on Jun 24, 2004 17:59:11 GMT -5
Chara shrugged, "Y' must have a tolerance t' heat. Lucky! As much as moi prefers da heat t' da cold.....it be a hot day today."
She stretched out before crossed her legs at the ankles and resting her hands by her head.
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Post by Ze on Jun 24, 2004 18:03:02 GMT -5
"yeah. that's right." he layed back on the grass and stared at the sky.*no need for me to tell anyone about the wings.*
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Post by Sweety8587 on Jun 24, 2004 18:08:43 GMT -5
Chara let out a half-hearted mumble of agreement as her eyes drifted shut behind her glasses. She really wasn't comfortable showing her 'devil eyes' to anyone. Even if she was living with other mutants. Everyone found them....unsettling.
She let out a lazy yawn, her hand covering her mouth, and she rolled over so that she was on her side. "How I want t' go t' sleep....." she said.
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Post by Ze on Jun 24, 2004 18:12:58 GMT -5
"then go to sleep." he shrugged, and stretched out a bit. He was thankful that, even though, he couldn't retract his wings, that they could lie flat against his back.
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Post by Sweety8587 on Jun 24, 2004 18:15:51 GMT -5
Chara mumbled, "Oui Sgt. Fearoux." As her eyes drifted shut, she was half curled into herself. Her mind pleasurably hazy and heavy as she drifted away, listening to a black bird singing away. Followed by a few occassional crashes from inside the mansion. And a few 'boom!'s now and then.
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Post by Ze on Jun 24, 2004 18:21:22 GMT -5
Draven was about to go to sleep as well, when he felt it getting even hotter outside. "what the?" he opened his eyes and then jumped up, "holy s**t!!" Amara was standing infron of them, smokin (quite literally) mad. "uh oh..."
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Post by Sweety8587 on Jun 24, 2004 18:25:12 GMT -5
Chara looked up with a start and then jumped with a yelp, "Amara! What y' be doin' out 'ere?" She let out a nervous laugh as she picked up her jacket.
The girl merely let out a very Wolverine like snarl and threw a fire ball at them. Chara yelped and ran like the minions of Hades were at her heels.
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Post by Ze on Jun 24, 2004 18:29:38 GMT -5
"F**K!!" he ran when she threw the fireball and was right behind Chara as they ran. *not good not good not good not good * he mentally chanted.
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