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| Shadow X | Nov 17 2007, 10:17 AM Post #91 |
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Dante-*stepped into the class room*"alright we are here, come in Dimitri" |
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| megaman1998 | Nov 17 2007, 10:18 AM Post #92 |
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Music practice had ended without much speech, and Kralkan looked at his class schedule (that's why he was late, he went to get it from the principal) . Kralkan: "Literature, huh?" Kralkan shrugged and raced into the room, taking his seat. |
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| mossad | Nov 17 2007, 11:18 AM Post #93 |
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OoC: Not sure if you guys realized this but it isn't the first day of school... Alaric walked in and sat down near Dimitri and Dante. "Lit's been easy the past week, we've just been reading in class." Alaric then pulled out his book and began reading. |
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Nov 17 2007, 11:34 AM Post #94 |
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Ares put down the book he was reading in the corner. "Oy vey, this book is boring..." he grumbled. He glanced up at the clock, clearly anticipating when school would be released. |
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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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| mossad | Nov 17 2007, 11:38 AM Post #95 |
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After two more classes it was now lunch time. Alaric went through the line, then sat down at his usual table waiting for everyone else. "Ares should be here soon, we can talk about that party some." |
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Nov 17 2007, 11:41 AM Post #96 |
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Ares arrived at the table with a bowl of soup in hand. "Alright, so, what are we doing and who are we inviting?" |
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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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| mossad | Nov 17 2007, 11:48 AM Post #97 |
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"Well, Originally I was thinking You, Byrant and maybe some of those kids from his music class, and then me. I invited Dante and Dimitri now though. As for what we're doing I rented Hot Fuzz and I have my 360 with Halo 3 and some other games up at the cabin. You and I could bring our airsoft guns but I'm not sure if anyone else has any... and 1v1 isn't very fun. And.. yeah, I can just pick everyone up in that van my family has then drive up there." |
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Nov 17 2007, 11:52 AM Post #98 |
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"Hmm...well, Dante and Dmitri seem a little...off. But if you wanna invite 'em, it's your call. As far as Airsoft, my rifle broke so I don't have a gun that I could use anyway. We should stick with Halo. I can grab Rainbow Six too, if you want me too." Ares stroked his chin for a moment, thinking. "You gonna use that projector screen up there? Or are your parents saying no to that...?" |
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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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| mossad | Nov 17 2007, 12:00 PM Post #99 |
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"Yeah, we can use the projector screen. You might have to help me set it up though." Alaric takes a couple bites out of his sandwich then looks up. "With this many people we'll have to system link if we want to all be able to play at the same time. Could you bring your 360 up? We can just hook it up to the Tv and hook mine up to the projector." |
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Nov 17 2007, 12:03 PM Post #100 |
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"Of course YOU get the projector..." Ares scoffed. "Alright, I'll bring it up. But it's a launch one and if any of your new friends break it, they owe me mundo cash." Ares laughed then ate some soup. "So, when are we meeting exactly?" |
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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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| megaman1998 | Nov 17 2007, 12:13 PM Post #101 |
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Kralkan looked desperately for an empty table. Kralkan: *sigh* No empty tables. Kralkan noticed Ares and Alaric looked surprised as he sat down at their table, across from Ares. |
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Dude2000
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Nov 17 2007, 12:18 PM Post #102 |
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The table quieted immediately. "Soo..." Ares said trying to break the awkward silence. "What's for lunch?" |
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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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| mossad | Nov 17 2007, 12:18 PM Post #103 |
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"Chicken sandwich." |
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| megaman1998 | Nov 17 2007, 12:20 PM Post #104 |
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Kralkan remained silent. Kralkan: *thinking* Great, the kids here already think I'm a freak. |
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Nov 17 2007, 12:23 PM Post #105 |
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"I got some clam chowder. Pretty good." Ares gestured toward Kralkan. "You?" |
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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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