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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 3, 2008 21:32:03 GMT -8
“pft, the day I be nice is the day I die Homi you know that” she said and smirked at her friend winking. She then slid off into sleep despite the teacher writing out an after class detention form which Bastille would disregard entirely. She shrugged and after a few moments woke up to stare at the ceiling.
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Post by Homi Shiela on Jun 4, 2008 20:46:02 GMT -8
Homi grumbled, in a joking manner to keep the teacher from seeing her smile. As the bell rang, she gathered up her belongings and headed to the door as Bastille went to quickly grab her detention, Homi went out into the crowded hallway to wait for her friend as she assumed Bastille threw away the office form.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 5, 2008 20:59:41 GMT -8
"hah, dont make me laugh...nice...when have i ever been nice?...speaking of which if you ever see ugly face sergeeka whatever, let me know she missed our last date, and i had her a first class ticket to hell, those are hard to come by, i cant gaurntee she'll get one this time, shell be stuck behind all the other crooks." she grinned as she wrote then shoved it back while the teacher looked away. She shrugged and cracked every joint in her body as she could to annoy everyone.
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Post by Homi Shiela on Jun 24, 2008 7:38:43 GMT -8
Homi rolled her eyes, "geez, you're such a brute! At least TRY to make friends around here!" she grumbled, ignorning the loud popping interrupting her sentences. "And maybe the teachers wouldn't grade you so hard, if you paid a smidge of attention and didn't..." Homi paused to stop Bastille from chewing her nails, "do THAT in class" she sighed as she headed over to her next class, ironically with Bastille also. The office people had put Bastille and Homi in as many classes as they could together when they saw how mild mannered she was they had hoped that she could control Bastille, at least a little bit.
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Post by Bastille Amtrum on Jun 24, 2008 8:45:26 GMT -8
Bastille puffed and followed the girl to the 'next' bedroom as she thought about it. there she could at least sleep. "yah sure, ill mak friends....as im bashing their face in" she complimented as a bunch of giggling girls glared at her. Bastille could take them easy and she cracked her knuckles to let them know she wasnt scared. That made them recoil a bit. They knew this was a fighting school, and they knew exactly why bastille had trasnfered in her. to get a good fight.
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