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Post by ღѦrtemis • Ҫ on Aug 11, 2010 0:06:49 GMT -8
Artemis covered her mouth as her hiccups wouldnt leave. "Dont po- fun at m- Mr." She said shaking her head. "I hate hic-ps" She said breathing with a small giggle.
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Post by noah on Aug 11, 2010 0:12:02 GMT -8
"Aw, poor Arty," Noah said sarcastically, putting his various food wrappers and containers in the trash. "Maybe some fresh air would help?" He suggested. Noah was already getting sick of the smell, though he was willing to wait if she wanted to sit.
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Post by ღѦrtemis • Ҫ on Aug 11, 2010 0:14:39 GMT -8
She made a face at Noah as she inhaled holding her breath. She began turning bright red holding in in. She shook her head closing her eyes letting it go immediatly hiccuping again. "Son of a bitc-" She stoped looking to Noah. "Yes...air" Sh said standing up.
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Post by noah on Aug 11, 2010 0:20:25 GMT -8
"Ok, lets go," Noah said, offering a hand to help her up. He noticed how she was turning red. "If you have to hiccup, go ahead. Trying to suffocate yourself isn't going to help much." Noah said with a small smile.
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Post by ღѦrtemis • Ҫ on Aug 11, 2010 0:23:47 GMT -8
Artemis took hold of Noahs hand as she scooted out of the booth. She let out her breath as she shook her head. "They will never leave" She checked her phone and saw a text from Rhys. She forgot they were supposed to hang tonight. She slid the phone back in her pocket. She walked out with Noah.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 11, 2010 23:35:25 GMT -8
Vergil came to the cashier when it was his turn and placed the order, going to sit at the red bench seat in front of the counter to wait. There was a steady hum in his core that went on without disruption until his order number was called, the hum breaking off into two tones for a second which snapped him out of his daze. He flashed the number on the receipt and took the to go bags out, making his way back to the school.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 13, 2010 0:55:54 GMT -8
The group of four came into the classic establishment giggling a little as they talked to one another in whispers, chatter overlapping with the customers there. They each approached the open lines and ordered their usual, or whatever they were craving, and went to sit to wait for their numbers to be called.
Their seat was a half-booth, half-not, area against the front windows so they could look out and enjoy the view if they found themselves zoning out. Steadily, every number was called and each of them stood up to retrieve their order and soon they were all on the silent side as they ate.
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Post by ღѦrtemis • Ҫ on Aug 13, 2010 0:59:19 GMT -8
Artemis followed the group as she lagged a bit. Her leg was starting to hurt. She didnt coplain but waited in line after seeing that movie she laughed so much she began to get hungry.She orderd fries and a chocloate shake and sat down with a smile.
She ignored the small throbbing as she smiled when her food came tot he seat. "Good idea guys" She said eating a frie.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 13, 2010 1:01:12 GMT -8
Mykel was mainly silent, chewing thoughtfully at his burger and fries. It was rare that he spoke, once the movie had started, and he broke his silence quietly. "So I'm thinking about getting a tattoo...."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 13, 2010 1:04:15 GMT -8
Vergil finished the fry he was nibbling and looked to Mykel with interest, "A tatu, hm? Ov vhat, Mai-khul?" He picked his cheeseburger up carefully and took a bite hungrily.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 13, 2010 1:06:26 GMT -8
"I was thinking a wolf, but the fur fades into dragon scales at the neck, and back to fur at the base of the tail." He shrugged.
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Post by ღѦrtemis • Ҫ on Aug 13, 2010 1:07:06 GMT -8
Artemis looked up. "Yeah? I have one" She said smiling. Artemis bit her lip loking to er shake. She smiled sipping it. "Oh what and where?"
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 13, 2010 1:08:43 GMT -8
"Vhat maideh yu vant thess?" Vergil grabbed a few fries and ate them one at a time as he curiously surveyed Mykel. He could never get a tattoo... at least he thought he couldn't. It wasn't the needles, it was not knowing what he'd be comfortable enough to carry around with him forever for the rest of his mortal life.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Aug 13, 2010 1:12:49 GMT -8
"I was thinking on my right shoulderblade, Art. As for why I want it.... it's a mash of what they called me, the fighting dragon, and Trystehn, the lone wolf, in our old neighborhood."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Aug 13, 2010 1:15:37 GMT -8
Vergil smiled softly and looked down to his tray for a few more fries, speaking softly after he had cleared his mouth with a swallow, "Ett saunds phurfect mein Brüder."
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