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| Crash | Nov 19 2007, 04:15 PM Post #241 |
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3d:*slaps Kam in the back of the head* Don't smoke! I'm allergic to smoke. Now for you Ares... I'll Own you so bad on Gears of war, the opposing team will feel it! |
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| mossad | Nov 19 2007, 04:18 PM Post #242 |
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"Too bad I don't have Gears of War. Hey, also. Whoever brought the matrix movies. Those get watched after hot fuzz and I don't want to ever see the second or third ones in my xbox or on my projector. They might defile them." |
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| Crash | Nov 19 2007, 04:22 PM Post #243 |
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3d: *brings GoW out of bag* You do now. Happy Whatever-reason-you're-having-a-party |
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| mossad | Nov 19 2007, 04:24 PM Post #244 |
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"Works for me. Come on, lets get going." Alaric hopped in the driver's seat and started up the van. |
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| Hitogoroshi | Nov 19 2007, 04:26 PM Post #245 |
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Kama: "Kralkan, you OK?" Kama looked concerned for his friend; he hadn't known his habit would effect him so drastically. |
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| Crash | Nov 19 2007, 04:28 PM Post #246 |
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3d: *is in Ares' van* Away we go? |
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| megaman1998 | Nov 19 2007, 04:29 PM Post #247 |
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Kralkan: "Oh, I also brought something of my own. *pulls out a copy of Sonic '06*" Kralkan began to play faster on his bongos, creating a near-perfect beat. Edit: Kralkan noticed Kama's concern. "Oh, it's just you see...my mom died from lung disease, which she got from smoking. I didn't want the same thing to happen to you." Kralkan explained with sadness in his voice. |
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Nov 19 2007, 04:31 PM Post #248 |
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Ares hunched himself behind the wheel and drove off. "This is going to be a very...VERY...long drive." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Shadow X | Nov 19 2007, 04:33 PM Post #249 |
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Dante- "Dont we wait for Dimitri?" *gets in* ooc- Malceure hasnt been active |
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| mossad | Nov 19 2007, 04:34 PM Post #250 |
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Once four other people were in his van Alaric drove away from the cafe' and got on the highway going northbound. The cabin was about 30 miles away and would take a little over an hour to get to. Ares knew the way as he had been there before. OoC: We're just assuming Dimitri came with you. He can just pick up as if he came along later. |
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| Crash | Nov 19 2007, 04:35 PM Post #251 |
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3d: Dude? Bongoes? O..k *starts strumming guitar to a tune he wrote* |
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Nov 19 2007, 04:38 PM Post #252 |
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Ares looks behind him at his musician passengers, then turns on the radio to some jazz at a fairly loud volume. "Much, much better..." |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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| Shadow X | Nov 19 2007, 04:40 PM Post #253 |
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Dante- *Stared out the window, hoping to arrive soon and held his cross pendant with a dark stare* |
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| megaman1998 | Nov 19 2007, 04:45 PM Post #254 |
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"Can we change it to country? I don't really like Jazz." Kralkan asked. |
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Credit for the awesome KH sig goes to RunawayRed! :D | |
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Nov 19 2007, 04:47 PM Post #255 |
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"Either no music at all or jazz. Your choice." Ares kept his eyes on the road while blurting the response out coldly. |
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To be, or not to be: that is the question. To die, to sleep; no more; and by a sleep to say we end. To die, to sleep; To sleep, perchance to dream. Ay, there's the rub. For in that sleep of death what dreams may come when we have shuffled off this mortal coil must give us pause. That makes calamity of so long life, for who would bear the whips and scorns of time when he himself might his quietus make with a bare bodkin? Who would fardels bear, to grunt and sweat under a weary life, but that the dread of something after death, the undiscover'd country from whose bourn no traveller returns, puzzles the will and makes us rather bear those ills we have than fly to others that we know not of? Thus conscience does make cowards of us all... | |
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