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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:04 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:24 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:32 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:48 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 4:50 pm
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“I may be drunk, Miss, but in the morning'
Arielle was still making her way down the hall when another student, a 'little-miss-popular' type, bumps into her. The student proceeded to swear at her, causing the young woman's temper to flare. She suddenly grabs the other girl and holds her aloft by her throat. "I am not in the mood for your poxy shite at me. If you don't shut up, I will be more than glad to snap you bloody neck.", she says in an icy tone, her eyes seeming to be lit by silver flames, "Do we have an understanding?" The student nods the best she could. Arielle smiles coldly as she tosses the girl away from her, which, because of Arielle's superior strength, causes her to fly down the hallway, passing Amilia and crashing through the door of Arielle's next class. How convenient, now she didn't have to worry about opening or closing it. "Any of you wish to try and put me in a worse mood? No? Good.", and with those last cold words, she steps through the broken door and takes her seat in the back, not even glancing at her fellow 5 members who had beaten her there.
'I will be sober and you will still be ugly.” -Winston Churchill
((No alcohol = easily ticked off Arielle))
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:00 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:05 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:17 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:19 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:50 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 5:59 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 6:02 pm
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Footsteps beat heavily on the floor as Will rushed to his class, him not having a first due to his schedule. His undead body didn't tire out as easily as most, so he could run for hours if needed, but he wasn't making enough ground to get there before the bell rang. Suddenly, inspiration struck! Shifting his guitar around to his front, he strummed a few notes, before breaking out in a quick and upbeat Diddy. Whipping his axe back around, he found that he was moving at twice his previous speed! With a silent cheer, he dashed on.
The door flung open as Will swaggered into class, guitar at his back, a container under his arm. Shooting glares at the wannabees in the front, he took his usual seat at the back and plopped down, opening the container on his desk, revealing it to be full of cookies. "Guys, Ma sent these here by way of me. She also said she wants to see us later..." He said absently, his attention focused on Arielle. She seemed angrier than usual...
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Posted: Sun Feb 19, 2012 6:18 pm
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