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Post by Celeste Pry on May 25, 2010 18:23:28 GMT -5
"Oh. Well that sucks then." She said. "I guess I should go tell them that. After we play poker. And blackjack. And blame everything on Kevin."
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Post by Aysel Lune on May 25, 2010 18:29:48 GMT -5
"Interesting friends," Aysel said. "They are good non? Good friends? Tiring, stressful but fun?" she asked. "Friends like the moon."
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Post by Celeste Pry on May 25, 2010 18:38:28 GMT -5
"What's so special about the moon? It's frickin' cheese." She said.
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Post by Aysel Lune on May 25, 2010 18:42:32 GMT -5
Aysel smiled.
"It's special, very special." she said with a sly smile. "Maybe you'll learn It's power one day."
Oh moon, how you shine
Like the white fire in the night sky
Let your light find me.
Lead me by your light
Lead me through my night,
Lead me to my glory.
Oh shining moon.
Lead me, Lead me through the night.
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Post by Celeste Pry on May 25, 2010 18:44:36 GMT -5
"Maybe. Or maybe I'll turn out to be normal, like that special five percent of the world." She said. "But I'm not. And I like it that way. I'm rubber."
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Post by Aysel Lune on May 25, 2010 18:55:31 GMT -5
"Rubber? Hmm. Such an interesting substance it is..." Aysel said. "Rubber, not liquid, but not quite solid. Depending on it's state."
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Post by Celeste Pry on May 25, 2010 19:00:37 GMT -5
"Bulletproof is better, but rubber is more available to fifteen year olds. And so is glue." She said.
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Post by Aysel Lune on May 25, 2010 19:04:46 GMT -5
"Ahh." Aysel said, staring up at the stars.
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Post by Celeste Pry on May 25, 2010 19:09:40 GMT -5
"What brings you out here?" She asked.
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Post by Aysel Lune on May 25, 2010 19:12:07 GMT -5
Aysel thought.
"I don't know." she whispered. "You?"
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Post by Celeste Pry on May 25, 2010 19:15:24 GMT -5
"Snuck out. Couldn't sleep." She said. "I live nearby."
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Post by Aysel Lune on May 25, 2010 19:29:55 GMT -5
"I live around here somewhere. I'm not quite sure. It must be nice to live near here." Aysel said.
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Post by Celeste Pry on May 25, 2010 19:31:53 GMT -5
"Meh. It rains alot. But it's nice sometimes. Like tonight." She said, looking up at the sky. "The moon's pretty when it's a waxing crescent or waxing gibbous."
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Post by Aysel Lune on May 26, 2010 14:24:42 GMT -5
Aysel smiled.
"Is it not always pretty? But yes, those nights especially."
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Post by Celeste Pry on May 26, 2010 14:29:36 GMT -5
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