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Post by Tiny on Nov 15, 2009 0:07:06 GMT -5
Takao smirked and he looked at Alina, "Yeah," he said laughing a bit as well. He loved this, he thought it was hilarious. He walked over a little in the halls, hoping Alina would follow, he still felt as if he should show her around. Friends, or well, people who just cant really admit they like each other should still show someone else around that hadn't been here before! YupYup!
Maybe while they were walking they could discuss their plans! *Evil laughter*
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Post by angel on Nov 17, 2009 19:13:22 GMT -5
Alina looked down, shaking her head with her eyes closed, laughing softly. She lifted her head, opened her eyes, smiling, and walked after Takao. "So, what should we do? You know, to get Katsu and amaya together, for the payback." She asked while walking, folding her arms across her chest, a small smirk on her face and an evil, mischevious glint in her eyes.
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Post by Tiny on Nov 17, 2009 22:07:12 GMT -5
Takao thought for a moment as he walked. "Hmm.." he said putting his hand on his chin and started to think. "Well, if asked Katsu to ask out Amaya it would very much end badly..." he said with a shudder, "They'd probably kill eaxh other...no joke!" he said with a sweat drop.
"Besides, an homunculus is made by an alchemist! Kinda weird, eh?" he said with a smile to Alina. "I don't get that much of alchemy or anything about an homuculus. But oh well, me, Amaya, and Katsu, we've been best friends since the beginning." He had the sudden urge to tell all about everything and he wondered if that was okay... Oh well! He felt like ranting.
"Amaya was the frist one to come here, her parents dropped her off, and never came back. Because you know, parents are allowed to come sometimes, like on holidays and we can go with them for the holidays to get away from the school, but hers never come." he said, "And Katsu is really an homumculus and therefore doesn't have really any parents. Well, unless you called the one who made him his parent. But they dropped him off too, and they ran into eachother in the halls and almost killed each other." he said with a little laugh. "Mrs. Haven had then talk to each other and made them hang out until they started to become real friends." he then sighed, "And then I arrived. My parents were gone, and I'd been living on my own when i found an invitation to this place. Ans I ran here as soon as I could." he said with a smile. "And no one seemed to like me, and then Katsu and Amaya came and asked if I wanted to hang out with them. And now, I'm thinking you're in our group now. So well, welcome! Welcome to the group of leftovers that no one wanted. Which is perfectly fine with us. It makes us more different than we are."
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Post by angel on Nov 18, 2009 7:53:50 GMT -5
Alina gave Takao a small smile. "My parents are human, so why I'm not human, is a total mystery. They feared me, and therefore, hated me. I was always distant with them, and at the other school that I went to, had very few friends." She snorted, thinking of her parents, who didn't love her. "My parents didn't give a crap about me. My little brother never really understood why our parents hate me, and why they always keep him away from me. And my friend never knew that my parents were so, distant, fearful of me." Alina sighed. "When I got the letter today, I ran out of the house and now here I am."
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Post by Tiny on Nov 18, 2009 17:27:59 GMT -5
"Well, that all suck, you know. But I'm mean...You made it here? And you've got friends now!" he said with a little bit of an obnoxious grin on his face. Then he entered a hall that had many other rooms.
"Well, heres one of the branches of class rooms. There are three branches, and the first branch is for little kids, and once they turn 12 they change to the second branch, and they stay there until they are 15 and then they move to the third branch." he said and looked around this was the branch that him, Amaya and Katsu were in right now, so he added, "This is the second branch of class rooms. Me, Amaya, and Katsu go here." he said to Alina.
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