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Post by Lunar on Jan 19, 2004 22:44:47 GMT -5
"I don't talk about myself Doreamon. Oh, looks like they know you here Suzumi, here comes one of your friends."
Lunar watches John come running up, standing still. I wonder what all these people are doing here? Their so different. Humans, and Vampires, and Cat things, and who knows what else...
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Post by John on Jan 19, 2004 22:48:14 GMT -5
i stop infront of him, the force of the sudden freeze causes some of the dirt to blow up, i grin as i look at lunar. well then so it is true, a lycan. . i glance at suzum why not run along. it is abit cold out even for a kitsune. i look back at lunar i heard you attacked kaieka, that doesnt go to well with me, i made a deal with someone and now her fate is up to me got it,. i get into a fighting postion so then care to settle this?.
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Post by Cheshire on Jan 19, 2004 22:53:16 GMT -5
"Ok. So were are you going to go." I asked. but as I did I looked behind me and say abother person. "I wonder who that is?"
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Post by Moira on Jan 19, 2004 22:55:05 GMT -5
"Let's watch poker on ESPN"
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Post by Akira on Jan 19, 2004 23:01:38 GMT -5
i look at her and grin. "ok, sounds better then just sitting around doing nothing, i dont know hjow to play so maybe i'll learn, then maybe we can play alittle poker of our own". i stand up and look at her. .
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 19, 2004 23:01:48 GMT -5
"Ooh, Bassarov!" I think that maybe Marti's sending this paint was a good thing after all. I take the paint on my fingers and start smearing it all over Bassarov's bare stomach. I always did like abstract art.
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Post by Moira on Jan 19, 2004 23:06:07 GMT -5
"Yeah...lets watch it." We watch the game, it is actually pretty boring. "Hey, ever play strip poker?"
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Post by Valodya Bassarov on Jan 19, 2004 23:08:53 GMT -5
Thier bodies are wet and sticky from saliva and paint.
"Let's try out the green!" Bassarov draws a meadow scene with the green paint.
He then licks away the clouds, grass...then the smiling sun he painted on her nipples.
"It burns..mint..yuck...bleach...it hurts!"
The green paint is so minty it burns his tongue.
"What did they put in this...Comet?"
Bassarov throws the cannister of minty green paint across the room. He has had enough of the paints. He leans down on KAieka and kisses her lips and collar bone.
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Post by Akira on Jan 19, 2004 23:09:03 GMT -5
i look at her, "no i havent played any card games, but it seems better then the regular poker. so why not. do you have any cards?. i dont know how to play but oh well. winning isnt everyhting, and i could lean along the way"
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Post by Lunar on Jan 19, 2004 23:13:54 GMT -5
Lunar looks down at John. "I have nothing to fight you for. There is nothing to settle."
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Post by Trent on Jan 19, 2004 23:14:48 GMT -5
"After news of his insubordinates reached the ears of his comanding officers, Trent was quickly sentensed to 3 years in military prison in Siberia for reabilitation. Or in otherwords a death sentense. Soldiers sent to military prison soon either die, or commit sucided after the first month, Trent had 36.
Private Trent Mathus lasted a month and a half, and was said to have gone a decline in mental health, before long he was huddled in a corner of the room, scribbling on the walls with blood from his own arm, saying over and over 'I know i know, this goes here, but she will come, after all we had fun...was a good fight good fight.....' His fall into insanity was not unexpected, but the fact that he kept his will to live was.
After he'd been with us for 46 days he finaly made an escape. It took us a while to find it, but by studing the pictures he'd drawn on the walls we foudn a small tunnel he'd doug to the outside, appraently the drawings where plans for an escape. The guards found trails of him leading into the waste, but then they last track when a storm hit."
The Commander nodded, "Well, it's a shame, but we don't have to worry, no one can survive out in the Siberian plains."
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Post by Kaieka on Jan 19, 2004 23:17:05 GMT -5
Bassarov kisses across my collarbone, the room smells of various edible paint smells, Cherry, Mint, Blueberry. It is almost overwhelming. I have a slight thought of 'Wasn't I going to find a branch of the SAA down here?', but that thought is quickly dissipated as Bassarov's kisses retreat lower and he starts to suck and lightly bite my nipples. The slight pain is very pleasureable.
I run my hands down his sleek back. It is white and smooth, hard and sinewy. I reach down and cup his buttcheek as I start to suck on his earlobe. I stick my tongue in his ear, and breathe hot air onto it. His reactions tell me that he likes this.
I reach my hand around under him and start to fondle him... he seems to like this too...
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Post by John on Jan 19, 2004 23:20:59 GMT -5
i growl at him, yes there is, there is no way i can let this go unpunished, she is mine got it. i dont care if you dont want to fight because we will fight., my eyes flash abit of red before going back to their original color, i close my eyes, hair starts to sprout from my skin and my bones and muscle start to tear and reform, my bones crack into place and the muscle settles down. i open my eyes and lok at him with a grin. so then who should start?. i'll let you, but hurry up i get gvery impatient.
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Post by Moira on Jan 19, 2004 23:21:27 GMT -5
"I've never played poker...and I sure the hell don't want to learn by watching ESPN. Let's do strip Crazy 8s"
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Post by Lunar on Jan 19, 2004 23:24:22 GMT -5
Lunar folds his arms, a slight growl in his throat.
"I said I have nothing to fight you for. Why are you so interested in defending the honor of a Vampire anyway?"
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