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Post by Rhys Gerard on Aug 16, 2010 0:01:56 GMT -8
Rhys shook his head. "Nope, haven't taken care of my schedule yet, I will before I head to bed though" he said with a light laugh. He got up with his tray and looked at Tari before going to the trashcan to dump out the burger paper.
"Ready," he said with a smile, walking to the door and holding it open for Tari.
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Post by Nefertari Adel on Aug 16, 2010 0:05:57 GMT -8
She walked through the door and waited for Rhys to walk through as well, then the two of them walked to the beach talking and laughing for the rest of the way.
(I'll post at the beach)
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 5, 2010 20:12:10 GMT -8
Mykel slipped inside, ordering in a soft voice and taking a seat at a booth, lightly fingering his bracelet.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 5, 2010 20:13:19 GMT -8
Vergil had taken a free register to order something for himself and paid promptly, taking a seat across from Mykel. He figured James would like to sit next to him.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 5, 2010 20:14:23 GMT -8
Mykel reached across, lightly touching Vergil's hand in thanks. "You're too good, kid." He grinned, and retreated to his own space quickly.
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Post by jamescox on Sept 5, 2010 20:17:08 GMT -8
James ordered, dragging out a few crumpled bills, and a spattering of coins, having just barely enough to pay his way. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud. After getting his meal he headed over, taking a seat next to Mykel. He wasn't used to leaving the school, and being good. Usually if he was out, he was making trouble.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 5, 2010 20:21:00 GMT -8
Mykel smiled softly, whispering something in French, and closing his eyes happily as he began to eat. "So, James, tell me about you?"
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 5, 2010 20:21:30 GMT -8
Vergil only smiled to Mykel and stiffled another cough with his kerchief. Every cough just left him more tired than the last. If this didn't let up soon, he decided he'd pay visit to the infirmary and see if there was anything he could be prescribed for it but until then, he'd wait it out like he usually found himself doing whenever he was ill. He shut his eyes for a moment and stayed tucked into himself in his seat though that led to accidentally dozing off.
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Post by jamescox on Sept 5, 2010 20:29:42 GMT -8
Blinking, he recovered before he repeated Mykel's question, and simply shrugged in response. "There's not much to tell really...I'm not an interesting person." Or at least he didn't think so. Most people like his 'bad boy' self, but couldn't deal with his sometimes sour moods.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 5, 2010 20:36:22 GMT -8
"Everyone is interesting." Mykel smiled, repeating what he'd heard all through his life. "Everyone has a story to tell. So tell yours."
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 5, 2010 20:38:07 GMT -8
Vergil simply continued to nap in his little space and eventually fell forward and settled himself comfortably on the table. He took no trouble to remember he was still in public and waiting for food.
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Post by jamescox on Sept 5, 2010 20:42:30 GMT -8
"Uh well...alright..." But where did he start, should he even? He didn't want to tell him about everything. "I was born in Boston, Mass. I have an older brother. I don't talk to them anymore." He was leaned back slightly in his seat, relaxed despite things. "This school is actually my last chance." He'd been kicked out of several other private schools before this one.
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Post by Mykel Rahs on Sept 5, 2010 20:53:40 GMT -8
Mykel nodded, a signal to go on. He set a hand atop James', and lightly sparked Vergil to wake him.
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Post by Vergil von Wulf on Sept 5, 2010 20:55:47 GMT -8
Vergil did wake and he then sat back up, coincidentally hearing his number. He stumbled up and trudged over to the counter to get his order though when he came back and sat down with it, he just stared at it not feeling very hungry.
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Post by jamescox on Sept 5, 2010 21:00:36 GMT -8
What else was there to say? Awkwardly he looked at the hand over his, unconsciously letting it turn to hold his. It was nice. He was listening to him, which was something not many people wanted to do. "They sent me here because I have powers. They heard ti was a school with 'freaks like me' in it." He hadn't cared, had gotten into a huge fight over it, just like all the other times. His eyes came up to look at Mykel. "What about you?"
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