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Post by Blaze Spellseeker on Jun 21, 2006 11:43:22 GMT -5
Blaze was slightly startled at this. So startled that he took a step backwards and breathed, "Oh Lord." He thought, Oh my gosh, that is so freaky!, remembering the last time he got on his mother's nerves. That was the voice she used when she felt like hurting something. Now that he concidered it, this girl did act like his mother. She had his mother's eyes too, that deep blue which made one think they were being sucked into them.
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Post by Caroline Valde on Jun 21, 2006 15:19:16 GMT -5
"What does that mean? Are you alright?" Caroline asked worriedly. She saw that he became a bit paler and hoped he wasn't going to faint or something.
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Post by Blaze Spellseeker on Jun 21, 2006 15:20:39 GMT -5
"Yeah, I'm fine," Blaze told her, trying to regain his composure. "It's just your presence makes me sick."
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Post by Caroline Valde on Jun 21, 2006 16:28:41 GMT -5
"Me?" Caroline gasped trying not to let this boy get the best of her. She couldn't remember ever losing her temper and didn't plan to start now. "I'm sorry," she tried again smiling.
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Post by Blaze Spellseeker on Jun 21, 2006 16:29:53 GMT -5
Once again Blaze was taken back by this girl. First she sounded as if she might kill him, next like she wanted to be his best friend. Not knowing what to say, he glared, and glared, and glared.
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Post by Caroline Valde on Jun 21, 2006 16:30:53 GMT -5
"You know," Caroline joked, "if you keep your face like that, it might just get stuck that way." Seeing she wasn't getting anywhere with her merchandise she started putting it back into her bag.
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Post by Blaze Spellseeker on Jun 22, 2006 7:01:38 GMT -5
Blaze blinked at her not being able to tell if she was serious or not. Everytime he looked into her eyes he felt a memory flood to the surface of his mind, but when he tried reaching out to it, it vanished. "Maybe I like my face this way," he retorted childishly.
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Post by Caroline Valde on Jun 27, 2006 8:04:09 GMT -5
"I'm outta here," the girl sighed, she couldn't believe the immaturity of that boy. It was as if he was two or something, picking up the last few things she headed out the door to the Three Broomsticks.
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