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JasonHunter: ::walks out of his dorm and into the halls::
Holmes: jomama
JasonHunter: ::his blue eyes look about as his blue spikey hair sways a bit
as he walks::
Holmes: jomama
JasonHunter: ::standing 6'2, and being muscular and well built for a 19 year
old::
Holmes: jomama
Spitfire: ::looks to Holmes:: Stop That
JasonHunter: ::dressed in a skin tight black jump suit and black boots::
Holmes: jomama
Holmes: stop what
Spitfire: saying that word, jomama
Holmes: ::gives a shrug::
Holmes: what? You talkin about my mama?
Spitfire: no
Holmes: i can always smell a liar cause they stink...::glares at him::
JasonHunter: ::hears voices as he turns the corner of the hall and looks
to the two::
Spitfire: Young Man do you think your a tough guy?
Creepychica: ::remains against the locker::
Creepychica: ::brushing her bright blonde lockes::
Creepychica: ::puts her brush away:::
Mandi: if you want to chat with a 14 year ol lady that live in ky please
im me as soon as you can
Creepychica: ::runs her fingers through her hair::
Mandi: if you want to chat with a 14 year ol lady that live in ky please
im me as soon as you can
Holmes: no i think you think that i think that you think what she thinks
that i think i'm a tough
Holmes: guy
JasonHunter: ::glances to Creepy and gives her a small warm smile::
Creepychica: ::Wearing her cheerleading uniform:::
Spitfire: Son I am a Combat Pilot
Creepychica: ::she looks at Jason and smiles that cute flirty smile of hers
back, winking::
Holmes: Hi mr. pilot, i'm santa clause
Spitfire: That's Wing COmmander to you
Holmes: thats Jolly Fat Boy to YOU
JasonHunter: I think the kid needs to grow up ::talking about Holmes::
Jakson Bullok: ::he walks in slowly his hand in Kats::
Kat DeTorre: ::walks in..her hand in Jacksons:: what was that all about?
Creepychica: :::bends over, on purpose, picking her books up from the bottom
of her locker slowly:: (lol)
Creepychica: (just had to add)
Spitfire: If he only saw what I have seen
Jakson Bullok: I dunno...shes been at me all day though
Holmes: and i thought I was a baby, go cry about it wing man...
JasonHunter: ::quickly glances back to Creepy::
Spitfire: Kid I have seen CHildren killed by bombs
Kat DeTorre: ::looks to him:: another one of your "friends"?
Kat DeTorre: ::arches a perfect brow::
Spitfire: young Men not much older than you BLown out of the sky
Jakson Bullok: whats that supposed to mean
Holmes: damn i knew setting those bombs in preschools wasn't the brightest
idea...
Creepychica: ::stands back up, putting her books on top of her locker::
Kat DeTorre: nothing
Spitfire: ::glares:: I'm Talking about by Luftwaffe Bombs
Jakson Bullok: ::he would noramly get angry, but sice hes happy there back
together::
Creepychica: :::brushing her short cheerleading skirt off and flips her hair
around to her back:::
Jakson Bullok: since*
Holmes: oh Waffle bombs, are they put into waffles and then eaten and then
people blow up?
Spitfire: the German Air FOrce you fool
JasonHunter: ::he walks by them all, giving a wink to Creepy as he heads
to the gym::
Holmes: they must be made in germany...
Creepychica: ::looks back at him and smiles::
FaithEliz: <<back>>
Holmes: can't trust those germans
Spitfire: not to mention the 40 pilots I've seen to their deaths
Kat DeTorre: ::grabs her strawberry lip gloss out of her purse...placeing
some on her lips::
Creepychica: ::shuts her locker, grabbing her bag and walks casually on over
to the gym::
Holmes: germans are EVIL
Spitfire: ((wb))
FaithEliz: <,ty>>
Spitfire: no
JasonHunter: ::he walks into the gym and takes the 5ft long 6inch wide sword
off of his back::
Creepychica: ::doesn't want to act like she's stalking him or anything::
Spitfire: ((np))
Holmes: when i asked a german if he knew where the nearest tourist center
was and he kept saying
Jakson Bullok: ooh..Strawberry..can I taste it
JasonHunter: ::he holds it with both hands and begins to train by himself,
looking as if he was sword
JasonHunter: dancing::
Holmes: nine and i said i didn't need a number, i wanted to know where it
was and he kept saying
Holmes: nine
Creepychica: :::she takes out a light pink piece of paper and writes, My
dorm room number 231, come visit
Holmes: there EVIL
Kat DeTorre: ::places it back into her purse:: maybe
Creepychica: sometime, Love, Afton:::
Spitfire: he was saying no, Nien is no in german
ackson Bullock: ::he lenas closer to her about to kiss her::
Creepychica: ::Sets it in the door and walks off upstairs to her dorm::
Kat DeTorre: ::a sweet smile playes apon her lips::
Holmes: SURE cover his back NOW
Jakson Bullok: ::he kisses her deeply, his tounge sliding into her mouth::
JasonHunter: ::smirks as his muscules tence a bit up from the training and
turns around to see the note::
Holmes: don't hide the evilness of germany, they make those wierd cars and
call them "Beetles"
Spitfire: ::turns to walk away::
Creepychica: ::opens her door and enters the room, shutting the door once
again::
Kat DeTorre: ::kisses him back, returning the tounge:: So, what are we doing
tonight?
Creepychica: ::turns on Mariah Carey's The Roof::
Holmes: i'm telling you their from another planet and don't turn your back
on me
JasonHunter: ::he walks over and puts the swor back on his back, reading
the note::
Jakson Bullok: whateva you want
Spitfire: ::walks to his Jump bag and Picks it up::
Holmes: i only speak the truth and nothing but the truth so help me god
Spitfire: Come on Tarquin
JerisFlame: ::Enters the school silently::
Kat DeTorre: ::looks around:: this school is boring
Spitfire: ::walks away from the kid::
Creepychica: ::sings along lowly:: " I only wanted you to taste my sadness
as you kissed me in the dark"
Holmes: I WILL SPREAD MY THEORY TO THE WORLD! They'll LISTEN
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