Faye
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Master of Applications, Respect Her or Your Character may be Stuck in Limbo Forever
Perfect Weapon.
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Post by Faye on Dec 22, 2009 3:15:55 GMT -6
Once everything was in order, Cerys took one last glance at the rooms so that she knew it wouldn't look like much was disturbed other than their screaming 'BRIGHT ROOM NOW' smilely face and painted skirt lying on the girl's bed. With a smile she bowed her heard to her partner in crime, "Thank you" She replied as she walked out into the hall, only having to take a few steps until they were at their dormitory again.
She opened the door and stepped inside, feeling a little odd to be back in their dorm again. "Well, that was fun,"
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Kyerin
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Viva Las Estudiantes!
I am not wack, no matter what you say. What did you say? Did you say I'm wack?
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Post by Kyerin on Dec 22, 2009 3:22:40 GMT -6
Rhia smiled as her sister walked out, taking one last look at the room. Smiley face? Check. Painted skirt? Check. Note? Check. Everything that they had set to do was done, so now it was time to see the results. Hopefully they could hear her through the wall if she started crying, and the reaction would be seen at the next Student Council meeting.
The older twin closed the door tightly, walking back to their room and closing that door as well, before giggling like a schoolgirl with her sister. "That was amazing! I wish I could be in there to see what she does. I really hope she takes the advice seriously. She makes some good points, but no one pays attention to her considering that she's dressed so dreary."
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Nicolette
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Student Council President
Song For You
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Post by Nicolette on Dec 22, 2009 3:37:54 GMT -6
Classes had gone on simply forever. She had been so worn out with all the extra work she had been putting in. Sure, she had been able to go out the past Sunday and spend her day at the park, but she needed more than just one day to relax. Maybe she could talk to Sven about a break of some sort, so he could take care of the Council while she took a few-day nap.
She sighed and finally walked down the hall toward her dormitory. She reached for her door knob, getting ready to pull out her key, but she found unlocked. A frown graced her lips and she walked inside, setting her book bag down on the floor next to the door before shutting the door behind her. Maybe she had been so tired that morning, that she'd forgotten to lock up?
However, as she walked into her bedroom, a horrifed gasp escaped her lips. Her wall had paint all over it, the skirt she had worn to the park was completely drenched in paint, and the paint had even dripped onto her warm comforter. Tears immediately sprang into her eyes and she slammed her bedroom door shut, collapsing to the floor next to her bed.
"God, please tell me this was not done by the Freedom Force..." She whispered and she looked up at the paper on her wall, sniffling as she reached for it and pulled it down. She read it over and gripped it tightly before she rose to her feet.
She would have to have a word with a certain Kyerin Saito. If he wasn't the culprit, then he could at least have an idea as to who might have done it.
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