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 Posted: Mon Dec 08, 2008 1:27 pm
A small dorm room with two bunk beds, a couch, a table, and a television set.
Off to the side by the window is a cherry wood desk with a laptop cable for a computer and a bunch of papers, pens and other things used for writing.
Old School newspapers, ripped papers out of Library books, and strange old papers cluttered teh floors and mixed together, as the two girls that lived there clashed items.
Though, the clothes and more personal items were kept in small dressers that sat on either side of the closet, both packed with pieces to the school uniform, books, papers, letters, socks, outfits, tapes, etc. Good luck finding your way through this place...XD
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 4:11 pm
Kumiko unlocked the door to the dormitory, shaking with excitement. By now she had semi-forgotten the boy from the food cart. She ran over and sat on her bed, which was the one on the bottom, waiting for Odette to come in....
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 4:17 pm
Odette sighed, following in after the exstatic Kumiko. She didn't quite know what to do with her and her strange, hyperactive, magic obession... it seemed that one day it may get her killed... or worse... them both killed. She also knew she'd have to keep a better eye on her. They were only friends as in room mates... but she was still friendly enough to be protected...
She walked over to the excited Kumiko on the bed, and looked down, merely blinking, "What...?" she said, suddenly remembering that she promised her magic, "Oh... right... you want to see some of my own... persona magic... right?"
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Posted: Tue Dec 09, 2008 4:58 pm
Kumiko smirked triumphantly, "You betcha' I do..." She said, "So where are they....? I can't wait to look through them...? Are they written in French and in Latin like your other books...? Or are they something I'd be able to understand?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 6:41 pm
Odette smiled sadly. She was half nervous and half agitated by Kumiko. She went over to her drawers and pulled out a thin book written completely in French.
"This Kumiko... is a novice spell book that we use in France..." she said, handing the tiny book to her, "Open it, go ahead..."
Inside the book was a bunch of colorless pictures and tiny stories next to them. It was a French coloring book, to be quite honest. Odette secretly liked to color, and her younger brother had given it to her before she had left for Japan. She knew it would keep Kumiko distracted long enough for her to forget about the man from before. Kumiko had a short attention span, and Odette knew it.
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Posted: Wed Dec 10, 2008 6:45 pm
Kumiko wretched the book out of Odette's hands, "..." she looked at it speechlessly, "A.... A ..." she stuttered, opening the cover, "A real... French spell book."
She seemed almost to exasperated for words. First the strange magic performer, and now this? It seemed like a dream... almost too unreal... She had so many questions for Odette now, but she couldn't bring herself to say them. She didn't know why, perhaps it was nerves.
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 11:31 am
"....Alright... now that that's over with..." Odette said with a sigh, "I'm going to go wash up in the bathroom... if you need anything just give a holler... but don't be too loud... we don't want to attract attention to ourselves, yes?"
She nodded slightly and left the room. She almost slammed the door behind her as the room was suddenly silent again...
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Posted: Sun Dec 14, 2008 11:35 am
"Huh." Kumiko said, as Odette left, "This is so awesome, I don't even know where to begin... perhaps, I could compare this with the notes I've already taken on the subject." she grinned looking over to her bag, "Eh...?" she said, as it looked somewhat emptier than before. She quickly unzipped the bag and began to ruffle through the books and papers it had stored, "Wha...!? They aren't in here!"
It seemed almost strange...
"Perhaps..." She thought to herself, "I just left them at the food cart."
She glanced the clock on the wall that overlooked the door. Midnight, it read in tiny black numbers and dashes.
"....Well, I suppose it wouldn't be too much of a problem to go out tonight... I mean, I wouldn't be too long..." she quietly, zipped her bag back up and threw it over her shoulder. Carefully, she slipped her sneakers back on and tip-toed over to the door, opening it and leaving the room entirely. She'd be back before Odette even noticed she was missing...
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