*Adin arrived at his little house, opening each of the many intricate, puzzle-like locks.* -- Main Street

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Date Posted: 15:25:45 01/14/03 Tue
Author: Adin Subrosa
Author Host/IP: 68.81.241.245
Subject: *Adin arrived at his little house, opening each of the many intricate, puzzle-like locks.*
In reply to: Adin Subrosa 's message, "*Adin silently waked down the street, one hand in his pocket, teh other with his case swung over his shoulder, one eye out for anything questionable as usual.*" on 16:13:02 01/13/03 Mon

He stepped inside, and locked the various locks behind him, before placing the school case on a small table, one of the very few peices of furniture.

He headed up to his bedroom, changin out of his school uniform into attire that matched the same color, though the pants were of a looser, more flexible material, and the long-sleeved shirt more tight and form fitting. One would suspect tha he would put on warmer clothes if he was planning on headed out, but if anything, this outfit would make it even chillier. But then, he wanted to get more used to the cold climate, and didn't want to defeat the purpose. Breifly, he took off his bandan, and ran a hand through his hair, walking over to the window and peering outside.

He studied the snowfall a moment, before stepping away, puttig the bandana back on as he ran down the stairs, giving the two ends very sharp tugs with his hands as he finished to be assured it was tight enough, before heading out the door, being just as paranoid with the many self-created locks as ever.

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