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• He wasn't overly impressed with being here but Jason had been his dude back in the facility - they'd smoked together a couple of times and whatnot - and he needed somewhere to hide out for a bit so here it was. As soon as he was released he had been planning on headin' right back to his 'family' but the word had come that their was a hit out on him and to stay away for a couple of months. So now, the somber looking black man was here, a bookbag over his shoulder, another bag at his feet as he stepped into the living area, glancing around at the brightly colored walls for a moment. Sure as hell wasn't the facility. (NT) -- Armani, 08:24:25 04/29/05 Fri

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• So involved was she in her own thoughts that she didn't even notice him and ran directly into him, her laundry basket upsetting and an assortment of underwear and other definitely feminine clothing spilling out onto the floor - it ought to have been something embarrassing, but to Astrid it just wasn't. She raised a brow, looking up and meeting his eyes silently, as though it was entirely his fault that she wasn't looking where she was going, and then leant to collect her things from the floor. "Armani." She recognized him, that was for sure - he hadn't grown up so much that she didn't know who he was, but she doubted he had any clue who she was. (NT) -- Astrid, 08:35:05 04/29/05 Fri

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• He knelt down to help her pick up the things on the floor before she said his name His brow furrowed and he stood up, his brow cocked as he ran his eyes over her. She didn't look familiar, he was sure he had seen her once or twice at the facility but other then that he had no clue who she was. "Do I know you?" He questioned, his well muscled arms crossing over his chest as he stared down at the girl. (NT) -- Armani, 08:40:14 04/29/05 Fri

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• She hoisted her basket back up onto her hip and wrinkled her brow a little as she watched him, straightening herself out and standing to her full height. "You probably wouldn't remember me, but I'm Astrid." She didn't bother to explain where they knew one another from - it was a time that was long forgotten for most of the kids that she'd met through the centers - they didn't bother to think about the "good days" anymore because it made them hate the situation they were in even more. Herself, she'd all but blocked out that time - it had helped her develop her sense of "where I am is where I'm at" so that she wouldn't lose herself in her desire for what had been. (NT) -- Astrid, 08:58:33 04/29/05 Fri

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• His head cocked to the side, one hand lifting to run over his tight corn rolls before he let out a soft breath. "Astrid..." The name sounded familiar, it tugged at somethingin him. His brow furrowed a little as he tried to think of where he knew this girl from but all he could was shrug his shoulder and place the shirt he was holding into the basket. "You should watch where your going." (NT) -- Armani, 09:18:15 04/29/05 Fri

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• She wouldn't offer him any other memories to draw off of because frankly hers weren't that strong - she just knew that she knew him - the way you internally know that something is absolutely right. Again her brows rose skeptically at his statement and she shook her head. "Well you should get out of my way." She shifted, cocking her hips and placing a fist on one - she was usually a very quiet, solitary, anti social creature, but figured that an old childhood friend warranted some fire. (NT) -- Astrid, 09:26:00 04/29/05 Fri

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• "Hey, I am just trying to get in the door here, short stuff." He stated, cocking a brow as she got all feisty on him. He was a chilled out type guy, a little gruff on the outside and no one really knew what he was like on the outside so he just kept it in. One hand shifted to run a hand over his head again, clearing his throat as he tried to figure out exactly why this girl seemed so familiar to him. It was strange, unless they had been in his bed, he didn't remember to many females. (NT) -- Armani, 09:30:08 04/29/05 Fri

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• "Well obviously you should have been on the lookout for me and stepped back to let me out the door before you tried to come in." She was almost making herself sick, the way she was talking to him - this wasn't her at all. She looked up, meeting his eyes for a moment - she was, to say the least, a little surprised that he still didn't recognize her but she had no idea - a lot of time had passed since they had seen one another, since they had been children - a lot of miles and a lot of stuff could have happened between then and now that would make him the same as her - blanking out the white. (NT) -- Astrid, 09:34:41 04/29/05 Fri

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• "Cuz I knew you would be here...?" He questioned, his head tipping to the side as his brow furrowed, trying to figure out where this girl was coming from. She seemed a little off her rocker if you asked him but he didn't want to assume anything. You never assumed anything about anyone because thats when you got surprised and surprises were never any good. The young man had numerous scars on his body from being 'surprised'. Trust no one but don't let them know you didn't trust them. His eyes drifted over her absently once again before he shifted his weight onto his other leg. (NT) -- Armani, 09:42:07 04/29/05 Fri

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• "You really don't remember me, do you?" She pursed her lips a little, chewing the inside of her lower lip a moment - a nervous habit she'd developed after her first bad foster home experience - it had stuck. She didn't cry anymore, hadn't cried since her father had died - she made a promise to herself that she would not show weaknesses like that because that's when people preyed on you. "We knew each other as kids.. or I knew you anyways." Depending on how he had felt about her as a kid - that would determine his memory of her. (NT) -- Astrid, 09:44:35 04/29/05 Fri

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• His brow furrowed a touch, his eyes drifting over her slowly as he took in the cute cheeks, the sparkling eyes and then the tone of voice she was using. "Astrid..." He murmured softly, tipping his head as he let out a soft breath, nodding slowly. "Yeah, yeah, I remember you darlin'." He pursed his lips, his eyes travelling over her. "Damn, I can't believe its you..." She had been one of his best friends until he was all of five or six, They had been raised together. (NT) -- Armani, 09:51:52 04/29/05 Fri

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• Finally, a note of recognition. She was surprised to see him here, but she didn't let it show through - she was as much of a locked closet as he was. "Been a long long time - I don't blame you for forgetting me." Brushing her fingers through her blonde hair, she watched him a moment longer. "You haven't changed much, you know that?" She was not the same girl that she had been when they'd seen each other last. (NT) -- Astrid, 10:13:24 04/29/05 Fri

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• He shrugged a touch, his eyes moving over her. "I didn't forget you, your just all grown up now." He stated softly, his voice low and rough. He didn't use it very much so it was naturally gravelly. His eyes played over her before his brow furrowed. "What are you doin' here? Didn't see you as the gettin' in trouble type." He had always thought she was the 'good girl' in the group, even her daddy hadn't seemed like the other guys, he was the good one in the group - the one who tried to keep all the guys grounded and in check. (NT) -- Armani, 10:21:05 04/29/05 Fri

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• She shrugged a little, her eyes darkening a moment. "After daddy got shot, momma got sick. She couldn't take care of me so I got bounced around to a ton of different foster homes until they finally picked me up and put me away for stealing - it was a lot easier than trying to find someone else to take me on.. and then they convinced me to come here. I don't care, really - I would only have had another year in the centers, but it's nice to be out." And it was true - she could have handled it, she had just seen a window of opportunity and taken it. (NT) -- Astrid, 10:26:03 04/29/05 Fri

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• He nodded a little bit, letting out a soft breat as he watched her. That was to bad about her family, they had been decent people. "I remember when your pops was shot, I didn't know where you guys went, no one would tell me nothin'." He was just a kid then, he had been confused as to where his friend had gone. Curiously as he gazed at her. It was bad when his own dad got shot, that was when he had moved up into the gang at the age of what had it been, ten? He had shot his first gun then, and not to long after he had shot his first person. (NT) -- Armani, 10:54:10 04/29/05 Fri

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• She smirked a little, sadly. "You and me both." They had been a cozy little family - not the best off, but who had been in that part of town? Her mother had been insistent that she not get involved with anything gang related and so had shuttled the two of them off elsewhere so that things would not follow the traditional route of things - gangsters had children who they raised to be other gangsters, or, if they were daughters, they eventually found their way to be some gang bangers arm candy, abused, tossed aside more often than not. She had been strong though, she probably could have handled it if she had tried. "Momma was worried about me so we went to live with her sister for a while, then we set up in an apartment of our own, midtown." (NT) -- Astrid, 11:00:51 04/29/05 Fri

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• He nodded a touch, his eyes a little cynical. "Yeah? Smart woman, get you 'way from people like me." He smirked without humor, a low breath escaping his lips as he lifted his bag to his shoulder again. "I guess I should find my way to my room, huh?" he cleared his throat, his eyes drifting around the house once again. It was just a safe place for him for right now, nothing permanent, just a place to hide out while the threat was still strong against him. (NT) -- Armani, 11:04:43 04/29/05 Fri

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• She let one corner of her lips curl up in a sad little smile - it must have been something about the fact that he was from her past that made her speak so much, show emotion, talk about what had happened to her family -- her behaviour was completely out of character. "Yeah, I guess I'm holdin' you up. It's not fancy, but it's a place to stay." (NT) -- Astrid, 11:29:53 04/29/05 Fri

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• He shrugged a touch, he wasn't one to talk either, maybe it was something that came from their pasts that had put that into them. With the gang, you didn't talk about anything, everything was kept just within the family. She had been taken away from it at a young age which was probably best for her, she maybe ended up a little better off then he had. "How long you been here for?" He questioned, his thumb slipping underneath the strap of his bookbag. (NT) -- Armani, 11:48:15 04/29/05 Fri

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• She ushered him forward, closing the door behind him, her laundry forgotten as she set it down on one of the mismatched armchairs they'd collected to clutter up the small living room. "Here in this place? Not very long.. the neighborhood is really something else. I'm just biding my time, I guess." She didn't really have aspirations to go anywhere else, do anything else - again with the "I am where I am" philosophy. "What are you doing here? I know you didn't just escape from the center." (NT) -- Astrid, 12:48:52 04/29/05 Fri

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• He smirked, shaking his head as he ran a hand down his face, setting down his things on the couch nearby as his eyes took in the overwhelming brightness once again. "Uh, no, I was released actually, served my time but I got word from home that it wasn't a good time for me to be around." He shrugged a touch, running his hands over his braids absently before he winked, shrugging his shoulders a bit. "Apperantly, I am not on some people's welcome home list." He paused a moment before he shrugged. "Yeah, so I knew Jason from the facility, got in touch with him and now here I am." (NT) -- Armani, 18:02:04 05/01/05 Sun

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• She nodded, tucking a lock or two of unruly hair behind her ears and sat on one of the mismatched couches, leaning back into the cushions. "It's a really strange coincidence that you and I should end up at the same place after all these years." She watched him thoughtfully for a moment, tipping her head to the side. "Wanna share my room? It's empty, and quite frankly I don't want to bunk down with any of these girls. So basically.. I'm begging you. A favor for an old friend?" (NT) -- Astrid, 18:09:54 05/01/05 Sun

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• He cocked a brow, his eyes drifting over her for a second before he smirked slowly, letting out a slow breath before he nodded slowly. "Sure, why not, how about you show me the way?" He questioned, picking up his bags once again as he stepped expectantly towards the stairs. "Joey and Jason ok with the whole co-ed roommate thing?" He questioned, tipping his head to the side questioningly. (NT) -- Armani, 18:18:15 05/01/05 Sun

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• She cocked a brow, looking over her shoulder at him as she lead the way, her lips pursed. "Do I honestly look like I give a flying fuck whether they approve or not? I didn't move in here to be parented -- if I'd wanted that, I would have tried to work harder to stay at a foster home." She shrugged a litle bit, pushing the door of the small, already cramped room open. There was a mattress and boxspring set up on the floor with her bedding and things on it and a small cot on the other side of the room - it was small and meager but it was better than what a lot of them had had before. (NT) -- Astrid, 18:22:41 05/01/05 Sun

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• "Well, they are kind of putting their asses on the line for all us, from what I understand, I wouldn't try to piss them off." He shrugged a touch, tossing his stuff on the single bed against the wall. "Just me though." He looked over to her, his eyes running over her once again. "So your mom got sick huh?" He had never really been overly impressed with her mom, even as a child, she had kinda freaked him out. (NT) -- Armani, 18:25:34 05/01/05 Sun

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• "Well I'm not gonna go push drugs or nothin', but I think anti co-ed roommates would be a bit silly with all the other shit that's been going down under this roof." She frowned, kicking the door partly closed behind them, and flopped down onto her "bed", watching him a moment. She didn't care to talk about the whole mother thing, it was really a sensitive subject for her, but she would allow him that much. "I was about twelve before she started to get really bad. The day she opened up the gas valve in our apartment to "gas out" all the bees and rats in the apartment was the day social services took me." (NT) -- Astrd, 18:36:07 05/01/05 Sun

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• He frowned a touch at that, when she had said 'sick' he had assumed she meant like physically ill, not mentally so. He leaned back against the wall, kicking off his shoes and just keeping his eyes on her. He could tell that she wasn't really feeling the whole talking about the family thing so he eased away from that subject. "So how do things run around here?" He questioned curiously, just letting her explain things for him. (NT) -- Armani, 18:40:51 05/01/05 Sun

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• "Mostly just.. clean up after yourself, really. One of the other girls usually cooks for everyone and then everyone else does up dishes. I don't really socialize much with them." It was clear that this place wasn't her 'home', but just a roof she was sleeping under. She really was not a part of the group, aside from chatting with Rio once in a while, she typically kept to her room, or was away from the apartment for extended hours at a time - there were so many freedoms that you took for granted until they were taken away from you. "So what were you in the center for, anyways?" (NT) -- Astrid, 18:44:19 05/01/05 Sun

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• He nodded a bit, the house was old and huge but a little drafty, either way, he felt he could handle it. He cleared his throat a touch and nodded, someone to cook for him, a bed to sleep in, hell, this was just like being home. His lip tucked between his teeth before a slow smirk crossed his lips. "What do you think, angel?" He winked, shaking his head. "Possession of a fire arm, attempted manslaughter." (NT) -- Armani, 18:47:44 05/01/05 Sun

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• She smirked a little bit at that, ivory teeth that she'd managed to keep in pristine condition despite the jostling around and all that sort of thing, clenching against her lower lip a moment, biting back a bit of a giggle. "I should be scared you're going to murder me in my sleep, then, shouldn't I?" She narrowed her gaze on him, wrinkling her nose a little bit at that. "To tell you the truth, you're hardly scary." (NT) -- Astrid, 18:50:40 05/01/05 Sun

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• "Just don't wear blue and you'll be fine." He smirked teasingly, letting out an almost laugh, though not quite there - before he slouched back against the wall a bit more comfortably. His brow furrowed at the next statement though, mock offense lining his features. "You don't think I am scary?" He shook his head. "Damn, thats some cold hearted shit to say to a gangta, you know that? Would you have told your old man he wasn't that scary? Shot to the damn pride, thats what that is." (NT) -- Armani, 18:53:20 05/01/05 Sun

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• He could jest about it, but she knew how serious it was. She had seen it firsthand - it was hard to be lighthearted about that stuff even years later, but they tried. "Of course I was never scared of my daddy. He loved me." She missed her father with a neverending ache sometimes - it had been a long time since she'd found herself in a situation with someone who loved her and accepted her personality - her quirks and strange mannerisms. She didn't long for that sort of thing the way some girls long for Prince Charming - she'd almost completely shut it out, but if there were anything she could have changed about her past, it would have been her father's death. Despite being a "gangsta", if you will, he had a good heart and he had loved her more than anything. (NT) -- Astrud, 18:56:29 05/01/05 Sun

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• He watched her a bit, watching the roll of emotions play across her face as he thought over the whole situation of running into her. It was coincadence, fate maybe, he would say if he actually believed in fate. The whole 'blue' thing was a way of life for him, not the color of course, but the people it represented where he was from. He hadn't left the life like he had, he had grown up in it, reveled in it and became a major playing part of it... (NT) -- Armani, 18:59:21 05/01/05 Sun

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• "I'm still kinda reeling from you showing up here in the first place, y'know?" She cleared her throat a little bit - all of the things, memories of her past and her father and times when her mother had not been unwell - things that she had worked for years and years to wall up with the best bricks and strongest mortar were coming to light with such ease it was crushing to know that all her time and effort had been so wasted. (NT) -- Astrid, 19:05:04 05/01/05 Sun

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• He nodded a touch, his eyes a little apolagetic on hers for a second. "Yeah, kinda a smack from the past, huh?" He didn't want to upset her or anything like that, but he was who he was and her past was tattoo'd all over him with the gangs symbol and wrapped around his head with his bandana that was identicle to the one that her father always had tied around his arm or around his head. (NT) -- Armani, 19:08:11 05/01/05 Sun

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• "I don't know if I would say a smack, but definitely a firm tap on the shoulder." She flashed him a halfhearted smile, but her eyes did spark a bit with that. "It's not a bad thing.. no.. it's kinda neat to have someone I know.. someone I can relate to.. kinda." She nodded, reaffirming her words - she wouldn't want him to feel bad. She wasn't going to let this trip her up, that was all there was to it - whether he was here or not. (NT) -- Astrid, 19:13:40 05/01/05 Sun

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• He nodded a touch at that, he kinda felt that she needed to face up to her past, who she was - but he wasn't quite sure why. "Yeah, its all good..." He tipped his head to the side as he let out a low breath, shifting to stand up and shrug out of his hoodie, leaving his shirtless, just his gold chain laying against his chest. "Where's the shower at?" He questioned, sitting back down onto the bed comfortably. (NT) -- Armani, 19:16:34 05/01/05 Sun

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• "Down the hall and to the right. You can't take more than five minutes or you run out of hot water, and it sucks to take a cold shower." She nodded firmly - she'd been stuck in there more than once with only half the shampoo rinsed out of her unruly mass of hair. "So how long is the 'Un-Welcome' Party going on down home?" (NT) -- Astrid, 19:20:10 05/01/05 Sun

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• "I have no idea, I am supposed to be contacted when its all clear to hear bad." He shrugged a touch, it was no laughing matter that he had a hit on him but he wasn't the type to take anyone or anything to seriously. He had no issues with getting shot, it wasn't anything new or different for him. He had learned long ago that he couldn't live in fear. (NT) -- Armani, 19:29:16 05/01/05 Sun

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• She nodded a little bit at that, stretching out on her bed easily, stretching her lithe body thoroughly, the kind of stretch that you only got once in a while, and only when your body was tired through. She let out a little yawn and folded her pillow over under her head, taking in his dark frame with a touch of admiration - his chest was littered with scars and healed over wounds - things she remembered distinctly from her childhood, from her father's own chest. "You'll be here for a while. They hold grudges forever." (NT) -- Astrid, 19:43:17 05/01/05 Sun

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• He watched her watch him for a long moment before he let his eyes travel down her form as she stretched. A smirk crossed his face as he just shook his head and cleared his throat. "Yeah, yeah, I know. I am not someone they are just going to forget about it either." He shrugged again, his eyes drifting to the window again. "The price of being famous." He smirked in a cocky fashion, running his hand over his abs absently. (NT) -- Armani, 19:48:52 05/01/05 Sun

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• She pushed a few strands of out of control blonde hair away from her face and shook her head. "I can only imagine how high profile you are down there too." Just now she was pondering how comforting "home", or their neighborhood might be, regardless of gang wars and that sort of thing. She could go back there with him, and forge herself a life... She knew it was a bad idea but something to fantasize about anyways. (NT) -- Astrid, 19:54:18 05/01/05 Sun

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• He shook his head, letting out a soft breath as he smirked almost ruefully. "Nah, darling, don't even think about it." He shifted over to her, his brow furrowed a little as he addressed her. "You been takin' care of yourself and shit though?" He questioned, cocking a brow. She was one of the gang girls, even if she took off early, and he would always look out for them. (NT) -- Astrid, 19:59:31 05/01/05 Sun

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• She rolled onto her back, tucking her arms behind her head, and drawing her knees up as she looked up at him, a brow creased. "I'm not on drugs or selling my body on the streets. Does that pass inspection?" She grinned up, cocky, playful - characteristics she hadn't displayed in a long time. (NT) -- Astrid, 20:04:38 05/01/05 Sun

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• "Thats more then I can say about most of the girls I know." He stated with a smirk, shifting to run eyes a little closer over her body. "You look pretty healthy, so I guess that passes you." He smirked lightly, watching her quietly, just curious that she had been treated decently in the years that he hadn't seen her. (NT) -- Astrid, 20:13:02 05/01/05 Sun

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• She nodded a little bit at that. "For the most part, over the last few years I've had a bed to sleep in, a roof over my head, at least one meal a day.." Her survival needs had been met physically for the most part, though she still lacked in areas. "And you're not dead in a gutter somewhere, so i think we're about even." (NT) -- Astrid, 20:14:59 05/01/05 Sun

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• He grinned a touch, nodding at that. "Yeah, I guess we are." He smirked, it was unusual how much he had actually spoken since he saw her - usually he was the quiet, somber one. "I am going to go take a shower, how about afterwards you help me find some food and show me around a bit?" The house was pretty large and it seemed like there were quite a bit of people there. (NT) -- Astrid, 20:20:50 05/01/05 Sun

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• They both seemed to bring out uncharacteristic traits in one another, it was strange that way. She sat up on her bed, throwing her legs over the edge of it and nodded a little at that. "Yeah, I'll do that." (NT) -- Astrid, 09:24:38 05/02/05 Mon

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• He nodded a touch, his eyes lingering over her for a second before he headed out the door to where she had directed him to go, heading into the bathroom to take the first, long, relaxing shower he had in quite some time. His eyes closed as his head tipped up and the hot water ran over his dark body. He had no idea how long he was in there, but when he came back out he had a towel wrapped around his waist - not having thought to grab clothes. (NT) -- Astrid, 09:43:24 05/02/05 Mon

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• She'd taken the time to take her clothes down to the laundry room. You had to keep a close eye on things, time everything exactly so that you were there to get your clothes out of the dryers and washers when they were finished because there were typically people waiting and your things were liable to get stolen if you weren't careful. She'd come back up and was in the kitchen fixing up a plate of leftovers from the night before. She really wasn't much of a cook. (NT) -- Astrid, 10:04:13 05/02/05 Mon

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• He headed into the bedroom to find a pair of jeans and a tee shirt, tugging them both on before promptly tying his bandana back around his head. Curiously, he made his way down the hallway, peeking into the rooms where the doors were open before he headed down the stairs and looked around, spotting her in the kitchen. He silently headed in there, settling on a bar stool as he watched her. (NT) -- Astrid, 10:07:07 05/02/05 Mon

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• She swung her hips easily to imaginary music in her mind as she plated up what she'd microwaved, oblivious to his presence as of yet, as he was so quiet. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she turned and saw him sitting there watching her, a plate in hand for him. "Jesus!" She paused a moment, took a deep breath or two then went to put the food down in front of him. "I would have cooked you a wonderful, gourmet meal, but unfortunately we're out of butter. And also, I can't cook." She smirked, sitting down opposite him. (NT) -- Astrid, 10:12:09 05/02/05 Mon

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• He smirked lightly, nodding appreciatively as he picked up his form and dug into the food, making a soft sound of manly appreciation. "Good food." he muttered, his eyes dropping to his plate but occasionally checking around him as if someone might come up and just snatch his plate away from him. (NT) -- Armani, 10:19:53 05/02/05 Mon

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• She nodded a little, watching him with almost a note of amusement. She knew that mannerism - it was the way you ate when you were really hungry - not like you hadn't had a meal since that morning, but it could have been a morning or two ago that you last had something to eat. Once you learned you had to guard your food too, it was a habit you never quit - she was the same. "You'll have to thank Jackie, or one of the other girls. I just nuked it." (NT) -- Astrid, 10:41:52 05/02/05 Mon

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• He smirked, tipping his head. "Well, your micro skills are fantastic." He winked teasingly, starting to relax a little as he finished off his food and then stood up to take his dishes to the sink. He had some common manners, he could handle some stuff like dishwashing and whatnot if that meant he would have food to eat and a place to stay. (NT) -- Armani, 10:45:27 05/02/05 Mon

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• "Ah.. well, I try." She'd spent a portion of her childhood in foster homes being a "latch key" kid so she'd learned the ins and outs of the microwave pretty quickly. She watched him quietly a moment or two longer before standing up, idle. (NT) -- Astrid, 10:49:21 05/02/05 Mon