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Post by Phoenix on Sept 24, 2005 16:19:37 GMT -5
:: Coming to, she backed up a few feet, a little too quickly as she almost tumbled over her bag on the floor, but she caught herself. She was such a moron! "Er, yes. What do you mean by perks?" She had turnd away to hide her embaressment at being caught staring while she pretended to unpack a bit, opening the outside pocket of her bag to pull out a couple books and some pens and pencils. ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 24, 2005 16:42:21 GMT -5
"Well...life's rarely boring here, nor are the people. Like Logan, he's Canadian, as I presume you are from your accent, and he doesn't remember almost anything cause some government dude covered his bones with this really durable metal." He hadn't noticed a thing, he was completely oblivious to most things that everyone else could see, yet saw everything that was unimportant.
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 24, 2005 19:33:15 GMT -5
:: "Good guess. And; is it adamantium?" She asked, sitting down on her bed, suddenly fascinated. Mutants, mutant powers, they all fascinated her. Well, non-mutants did too, but this was all new to her. ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 24, 2005 19:38:03 GMT -5
"Yes.....and how does a young girl know of such an odd thing?" he asked
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 24, 2005 19:39:38 GMT -5
She looked down at her hands, which she wrung for a minute. "Uh, See... I..." She just shrugged cautiously. "I read. ALOT."
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 24, 2005 21:08:38 GMT -5
"you must read college level chemistry books then" he muttered
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 25, 2005 10:36:08 GMT -5
:: "Actually, I read alot of Psychology or Human Sciences books. But I love chemistry, too." She said happily, not trying to hide her alledged 'weirdness'. She was just in a weird mood all of a sudden, or she would have. As proof she held up the very thick 2nd Edition of 'Introduction to Psychology'. ::
((Yes, I actually own that book. And I got a new one recently.))
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 25, 2005 11:01:44 GMT -5
"Any particular reason you're so enthusiastic about such things?"
(You GOOF !)
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 25, 2005 20:29:39 GMT -5
:: "Er... I'm really interested in people, all kinds of people." Placing her book on the dresser she suddenly jumped on to her bed, on tiptoe to look out the unusually high window. After a moment she turned away, having found nothing that caught her intrest. "So... What can you do around here? Is there a library?" She asked earnestly. ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 25, 2005 22:27:47 GMT -5
"Yes,... and there're a billion other things in this building..."
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 26, 2005 18:06:37 GMT -5
:: Amy appeared to think very hard about this. "Can you show me?" She asked, then realized he hardly knew her, and it was sort of... strange to ask that of someone something you just met. "Unless y-your busy or something. You don't have to, at all. You're probably busy." ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 26, 2005 21:51:50 GMT -5
"Seeing as how I'm a night person, that could lead one to infer that during the day I do little.. Wanna see the jet, the Danger Room, cerebro... the kitchen...." he was running out of things that popped into his head
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 27, 2005 18:16:02 GMT -5
:: "The Danger Room." She replied immediatly, eyes dancing. "Most definatly." Practically throwing a small box on her bed she skirted to the door, uncrossing and crossing her fingers in her own strange way of keepng anticipation under control. ::
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Post by Deathdealer on Sept 27, 2005 18:32:42 GMT -5
"It's not as forboding as the name makes it sound, but tis a good place for a workout" he said, heading back down the stairs
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Post by Phoenix on Sept 28, 2005 18:11:58 GMT -5
:: Amy followed.
((Well, that was lame, I'll make a new thread in the basementy... place... thingy)) ::
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