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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 8:35:55 GMT -5
Damien read the reply and stifled a laugh. Looking up at Zarahe he grinned and the wrote, 'It's a cool name though - it's different. I kind of like it' at then end of the sentence he drew a small, winking smilie face, before passing the note back to Zarahe.
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 14:54:20 GMT -5
After reading his recent reply, and noticing the smilie face, Zarahe blushed. She paused for a second, and drew a happy face. You're the first to tell me that. Most think it's stupid.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 14:59:33 GMT -5
Damien wrote back, ‘Awh, but if it’s any consolation my real first name is Jarvis, but everyone calls me Damien, which is my middle name.’
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 15:03:00 GMT -5
Zarahe smiled, and looked over at him with an even wider smile. That's a cute first name. I guess you don't like it much do ya? I'd stick with my first name. I don't like my middle one.. that's Havanna.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:13:01 GMT -5
Damien smiled as he read her reply, 'I hate that name, but mind you Havanna isn't too bad. Anyway, you seen Ms Bretman's,' he referred to the librarian, 'new hair? It looks like she's wearing a pineapple on her head.'
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 15:16:23 GMT -5
Zarahe laughed, and had Ms. Bretman's "shh" her before Zarahe blushed a bright red. She hid her face until she thought the blush had gone, and replied: I know. It does. Isn't that hair style from the 60s?
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:34:10 GMT -5
Damien laughed slightly when he watched Ms Bretmen ‘shh’ Zarahe, but immediately looked back at his book when the librarian looked over at him. Still grinning his eyes darted back up to Zarahe, and when he received the reply he read it and replied with a ‘I think so, my mum once showed me a picture of my Gran wearing her hair like that.’
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 15:37:36 GMT -5
Gosh! That's kinda scary if ya think about it. Then just for the hell of it she asked him a few questions: Hey, just wondering cause we know nothing about one another. What's yoru favorite color? Or, just tell me about yourself. Zarahe looked at what she had wrote, and thought about making it disappear, but sighed. Oh well, it wouldn't be the first time she would make a fool out of herself.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:44:54 GMT -5
Damien looked down at the paper, trying to decide what to write, finally he put pen to it and wrote 'Okay... my favourite colour is teal. Stuff about me...? I have two half sisters and...' he tried to think 'I live with my mum in Norfolk. Okay I can't think of anything interesting. Your turn.'
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 15:49:41 GMT -5
Well my favorite color... it's a tie between navy blue and silver. I have an older sister named Jakie. Umm.. I live with my father as just recently my parents divorced. Uh.. There's really nothing interesting about me. However, I think there is more interesting things about you, you're just not telling me. Zarahe looked at her last sentence, and blushed. She was such a flirt, or at least she thought she was.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 15:57:39 GMT -5
Damien read her reply and then looked quickly over at her before writing, 'Oh yeah... I forgot to write - I'm also an undercover spy for the Mafia. No, seriously, my life is that boring.'
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Post by Alloy Alloy on May 31, 2006 16:00:25 GMT -5
Zarahe looked back over at him, And you think my life's more interesting? *sigh* Okay, so we both lead boring lives, doesn't me we don't make the best of it, right? So.... You're 13 right? Or is it 14? Older? Sorry.. I'm rambling now.. I'll just shut up and read.
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on May 31, 2006 16:08:01 GMT -5
Damien read her reply, 'Hey don't do that... I'll get lonely. Pwease talk to me... pretty pwease.'
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Post by Alloy Alloy on Jun 1, 2006 4:34:52 GMT -5
((ROFL! Oh Lord! How I've heard that a many a time.)) Zarahe smiled to herself, and ran pale hand through her ebony hair. Her eyes stared at the paper, grasping the words she was to use to reply back to him. She looked over at him, then looked to the floor. Turning back to the paper she took hold of her quill and wrote: Fine, but I don't know what we're going to talk about. She then drew a little smilie with a slanted smile. (( like this ))
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Post by ...Really Bad Eggs... on Jun 1, 2006 17:36:24 GMT -5
Damien wrote 'Meh, I don't know,' he then looked up at her trying to think of something and noticed some one behind her, 'Oh, thought you should know, you have a guy at.... six o'clock checking you out, beware he's holding a book on fishing.'
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