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May 22nd, 2009

(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:03 am]
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[betterjedi]
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Who: Ferus, Anakin
Where: Skywalker apartment
What: Throwdown time (sparring)

The sick feeling in his stomach seemed to grow the closer Ferus got to Anakin's place and no amount of centering was helping. Why, exactly, had he insisted not only on sparring with his nemesis but at his nemesis' living quarters? Where said nemesis' wife also lived? The wife who used to be his best friend but who wouldn't so much as speak to him anymore?

Ferus sighed. Part of him secretly hoped Padmé would be there, if only to try one more time to prey on her sympathy and ask her forgiveness. But the bigger part of him was grateful to find her nowhere in sight when Anakin answered the door, appearing to be much alone in the apartment.

'Skywalker,' he acknowledged stiffly with a slight nod. He held up the hand holding his lightsaber.

'I trust you're ready for a challenge?'
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:13 pm]
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[thefragilebody]
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I'm bored.


BORED BORED BORED. I won't tell you where I am, 'cause Adama might still try to kill me, but rest assured: it's boring. I want to do something. Let's explore or do drugs or have sex or something please? PLEASE.

Someone talk to me?



Please? :(
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:15 pm]
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So first off, Grandpa and Daddy? Don't get mad.







But Allana's stuck in a hole. I don't know why there was a hole in the ground, but we were playing up on the surface and she's now stuck in it. :|
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:20 pm]
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[insidethepalm]
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What the fuck is this?

I don't even want to know. My outfit would never look good on some...what is that? Is that a fox-person? WHAT THE HELL. I mean, she's not even a mutant. I can tell because I JUST KNOW SHE'S NOT A MUTANT.

I just want you all to know that if I go on a homicidal rage, it's no one's fault but your own.

Oh, no. This one has calmed me down from the rage. I'm good.


Anakin, you've missed several weeks of therapy. Please fix that. I'm lonely.
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|02:21 pm]
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[notprincessleia]
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[THE LIGHTS DIM, GO OFF FOR SEVERAL MINUTES AND THEN COME BACK ON, IN THE UNDERGROUND BASE]














I didn't do it.
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|08:40 pm]
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who; allana djo, anakin skywalker, han solo, amelia solo
what; ALLANA'S STUCK IN THE WELL, LASSIE?
where; a hole on the topside.


This place was booooring. Also, Allana's wrist really hurt, and Hannabeth was freaking loud. Allana rolls her eyes and pokes the chihuahua on the flank. "Stop barking."




"BARK BARK BARK."

Allana head-dirts. :(
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(no subject) [May. 22nd, 2009|09:53 pm]
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who; emma frost, amelia solo, allana djo (OPEN)
what; allana's visiting post in the clinic. (aka: PAGING A DOCTOR PLZ)
where; a triage room in the clinic.

Amelia had brought Allana to Emma and Emma had taken the girls to the clinic, leaving Tripsy and Hannabeth in the telepath's room. Allana was seen by a nurse, her wrist set and a cast applied (in bright pink). Amelia and Emma had both signed it as they waited for an actual doctor.

After all, the nurse had taken one look at what Allana had been throwing up, and the green-ness of the little girl's complexion and ran off to find one of the doctors on call.

"Kill me," Allana mutters to Emma, the little girl's curls plastered to her forehead in sweat. "Please."

Emma clears her throat politely and steps out into the hall to look for the doctor again.
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