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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Apr 23, 2011 0:58:26 GMT -5
At her home a young Drell sat doodling a bit in his sketchbook.
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Post by ginchimera on Apr 23, 2011 1:01:57 GMT -5
3 literally kicked the door in, running inside.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Apr 23, 2011 1:03:59 GMT -5
He jumped, "3 whats the matter?"
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Post by ginchimera on Apr 23, 2011 1:04:26 GMT -5
" We're leavin'!"
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Apr 23, 2011 1:05:26 GMT -5
"L-Leaving?" 4 nodded as she ran in after her brother, going to pack her things.
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Post by ginchimera on Apr 23, 2011 1:14:23 GMT -5
7 stepped in a little while later.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Apr 23, 2011 1:18:25 GMT -5
6 looked up from his spot, "7 w-w-whats going on?"
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Post by ginchimera on Apr 23, 2011 1:19:27 GMT -5
" I've been recruited by the commander of the Normandy, and you guys are coming with me. 6, gather up your stuff."
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Apr 23, 2011 1:23:28 GMT -5
"I-Im already packed but why did you take the job?"
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Post by ginchimera on Apr 23, 2011 1:49:35 GMT -5
" It sounded fun."
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Apr 23, 2011 1:51:15 GMT -5
"But what if you get hurt?"
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Post by ginchimera on Apr 23, 2011 1:55:52 GMT -5
" Ehh." she shrugged.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Apr 23, 2011 1:58:29 GMT -5
He frowned a bit and went to his room to get his things.
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Post by ginchimera on Apr 23, 2011 2:04:16 GMT -5
She grabbed a few things before waiting downstairs for them.
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Post by Stitchpunk1 on Apr 23, 2011 2:14:52 GMT -5
The twins quickly ran downstairs while 6 walked slowly behind them.
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