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Posted: Wed Apr 20, 2011 5:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 12:24 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 3:15 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 3:38 pm
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Yukio sighed, walking into the Hokage's office building, looking around to find very few people there. " Huh, I wonder where everyone is at? " He said, walking into the hallway to the Hokage's office, every now and then looking at the crude map he had drawn for himself. He could blueprint puppets and buildings, but copying blueprints wasn't his thing. He despised it, and so he had drawn this map to the Hokage's office from the crude description a child had given him. He had never actually gone inside this building before, and didn't know that there was a map of the building's main corridors in the entryway. Now since he had his pride, he was dead set on getting there while using his map. After every turn or so, he would stop in the middle of the openning and pull out a pencil, editing the map to be perfect. He was certainly good at drawing things, his lines were perfectly straight, his writing over the doors to each room he passed by neat and perfect. Nothing he did was sloppy. aside from the fact he was drawing the map backwards. " ... Son of a---! " He said, walking into the door to the hokage's office, breaking his pencil and accidentally cramming the lead of it onto the paper, making a huge black line cross it, and then when it pressed against his leather jacket, the graphite smeared across the paper, permanently covering all that Yukio had done.
Yukio stepped back and rubbed his nose which was now red from the impact. his eyes were watering, not from him about to cry, but as a natural responce. He was weak, but not that weak. He reached out with his hand that had held the pencil and knocked on the door, taking the paper and wiping his now running nose on it, only to remember that there was graphite all over it. " Ahhh come on! " He said, licking his thumb and attempting to wash off all the graphite that had smeared on his nose and in the area around it. After cleaning himself up he looked at the door, waiting for a responce.
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:05 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:13 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:17 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:22 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:31 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:52 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 4:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 21, 2011 5:30 pm
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