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Post by Zeffa! on Dec 4, 2005 12:00:51 GMT -8
Heading to his mandatory 7th period class, the detention hall welcoming him with a sneer. IT was december now, and things were getting colder. They didn't really bother to heat the detention hall.. maybe as an extra reason not to get into trouble... Grumbling and pulling his thin clothes tighter to him, Garret sat himself down at one of the desks, watching his own breath escape in huffs.
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Post by brainsqugee on Dec 4, 2005 16:53:35 GMT -8
Kris sat outside of the detention hall... He always waited for Garret to get out, even if it was an hour of waiting in the bitter cold of Winter. He pulled out an aged notebook, and began drawing a picture of the tree in front of him covered in snow. Kris, despite his hard outward appearance, loved the innocence and beauty of Snow...
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Post by Raiku on Jan 22, 2006 10:08:27 GMT -8
Kris eventually finished his drawing of the tree. After he put his notebook into his bag he stood up and walked towards the ledge in front of him. He rested his arms on it, and put his head in his arms. Kris was bored, and lonely. So, to pass the time, he started singing. But whenever someone walked by, he quickly stopped, and acted like he was only coughing.
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Post by Zeffa! on Jan 22, 2006 13:24:19 GMT -8
"Trying to hide a talent?" asked the familiar voice of garret, his tone sounded as if he couldn't care less, but for anyone who knew garret they would know that he always spoke like that. He stepped out of the detention hall after the bell had rung, his bag over one arm. It appeared as if he had just woken up.
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Post by Raiku on Jan 22, 2006 14:30:07 GMT -8
"Hehe, what talent?" Kris retorted in a equally sarcastic manner. Kris jumped up on the ledge and crossed his arms. "So, what do you want to do? Go see a movie or something? I heard that some good sci-fi flick just opened." Kris pulled out his wallet and flung it open. It was quite empty. "Not like we have to pay or anything."
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