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Post by usagi1614 on Jun 13, 2007 1:31:18 GMT
"hm..the list is endless."i say as i try to think of some
ooc:bye
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Post by Laura Porter on Jun 13, 2007 4:21:56 GMT
'Chance, what is this? are you actually getting along with someone,' i tease, 'hmm... well im scared of giant spiders, and those scary muggle things with the red noses, white faces, and big curly hair... and some...um... other things.' i glance at chance.
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Post by usagi1614 on Jun 13, 2007 15:48:01 GMT
"hi,um....you must be Laura right? nice to meet you im Emily."
"so your afraid of clowns? well im afraid of drowning."i say quietly
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Post by Rika Otonashi on Jun 13, 2007 21:22:54 GMT
i stay quiet, and begin to read my book, happy that Emily was talking to someone for a change.....
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 14, 2007 23:54:08 GMT
"Hmm... clowns, giant spiders, and... yeah-you've-got-a-good-reason-to-be," I say to Laura. "And then you're afraid of drowning...."
I shake my head. "All of my fears are unreasonable and stupid," I laugh. "Like people, and restaurants."
I glance at Rika. "How about you?"
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Post by Rika Otonashi on Jun 15, 2007 4:58:48 GMT
"well im afraid of blood, but mine not so much other peoples...."i say quietly
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Post by usagi1614 on Jun 17, 2007 21:22:22 GMT
"don't forget falling and heights too.'i smile
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 18, 2007 3:21:37 GMT
"Hmm... I like blood," I say somewhat absently, watching random people as they dance. "It tastes good."
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Post by usagi1614 on Jun 18, 2007 23:07:48 GMT
"you like blood and you think it tastes good?"i asked raisng an eyebrow
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 18, 2007 23:14:17 GMT
I glance at her quickly, slightly startled that I spoke out loud. "Um... yes," I say. "Always have."
I grin. "I also hate garlic and sunlight... but I'm sure that's just a coincidence."
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Post by usagi1614 on Jun 18, 2007 23:24:08 GMT
"hm...then prove it."i say smirking as i grab Rika's arm and slit her wrist watching the blood start to drip.
"here you go enjoy.'i say holding Rika's wrist
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 18, 2007 23:31:43 GMT
"Holy crap!" I jump backwards, staring from Emily to Rika. "I can't believe you did that."
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Post by usagi1614 on Jun 18, 2007 23:35:27 GMT
"what?? Rika won't mind...."i smile
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 18, 2007 23:44:30 GMT
I shake my head, not making a sound. What the hell kind of person just slits a friend's wrist in the middle of a conversation? Or ever? And what in the hell kind of spell do you use to fix that? I eye Rika's wrist. "Are... are you okay?" I ask her shakily. "You're not even reacting to this."
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Post by Rika Otonashi on Jun 18, 2007 23:46:51 GMT
"um...yeah im fine.'i say not looking at him
"im used to it...i do this all the time....but are you ok?"i ask concerned
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Post by Laura Porter on Jun 18, 2007 23:54:10 GMT
i look from Chance to Emily to Rika, then without thinking i grab Rikas wrist pull out my wand and mutter 'episkey'
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Post by Rika Otonashi on Jun 18, 2007 23:55:19 GMT
"um...Thanks Laura....sorry about that."i say blushing
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 18, 2007 23:57:15 GMT
"Am I okay?" I ask after a few distracted moments. "A friend of yours just sliced your wrist open for godsakes. Are you out of your mind?" I ask Emily.
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Post by usagi1614 on Jun 19, 2007 0:04:59 GMT
"hey maybe i am so what...i just wanted to see if you would of done it."
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Post by Rika Otonashi on Jun 19, 2007 0:14:09 GMT
"ok guys enough...it nothing to freak over about"
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Post by Laura Porter on Jun 19, 2007 0:17:57 GMT
'no im not done... i havent ever started.' i say to Rika and then turn to Emily, 'heres a thought,' i put my index finger on my chin, pretending to think, 'next time you wanna conduct a little experiment like that, youll try it on yourself.'
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Post by Rika Otonashi on Jun 19, 2007 0:20:20 GMT
"ok guys...please stop."
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 19, 2007 0:24:00 GMT
I shake my head. "Okay, so maybe we're overreacting..." I say. "But seriously, if you're going to cut someone's wrist open, which you shouldn't be doing at all..." I trail off and shake my head again, shooting Emily a creeped-out look.
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Post by usagi1614 on Jun 19, 2007 0:26:33 GMT
"bitch please save your little speeches and tell them to someone who will actually listen."i say glaring at her. "im out of here....i don't want to creep you guys out anymore."i say walking out.
<ooc: oops i forgot lol>
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 19, 2007 0:29:16 GMT
I shrug. "Sorry," I mutter, half-sarcastic (to Emily) and half-genuine (to Rika). "Hmm..."
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Post by Rika Otonashi on Jun 19, 2007 0:31:53 GMT
"no you shouldn't be saying sorry...it was my fault...im sorry guys..i didn't mean for this to happen."i say quietly
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 19, 2007 0:35:22 GMT
I throw Rika a baffled look. "Excuse me? How is it your fault that your friend sliced your wrist open?" I ask. I shake my head. "You ought to have better friends than that."
((ooc: got to go))
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Post by Laura Porter on Jun 19, 2007 0:43:40 GMT
'listen, im not really in the mood for a dance, ' i say, looking in the direction that Emily went, 'im just gonna go...' i wave at them, 'see you later'
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Post by Chance Gracieux on Jun 19, 2007 15:27:44 GMT
"'Bye," I say to Laura, still waiting from some kind of explanation fro Rika as to how this can possibly be okay. At this point I would rather leave myself, of course, because I'm boiling mad at the whole situation... but somehow it seems rude.
You idiot, I think to Emily. You insanely creepy, crazy idiot... I almost thought of you as a friend... and now, unless you have a really, really good explanation for this besides a casual experiment, I don't think that I want anything to do with you. I shake my head.
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Post by Rika Otonashi on Jun 19, 2007 19:53:46 GMT
"Bye Laura....im sorry."
"Chance im sorry it was my fault...i shouldn't have let this happen......i don't understand she never like this......"i say looking at the door.
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