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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:00 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:04 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:14 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:22 pm
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Posted: Mon Apr 20, 2009 8:28 pm
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Posted: Fri Apr 24, 2009 8:15 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 12:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 2:39 pm
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Posted: Sat Apr 25, 2009 3:40 pm
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Posted: Wed May 20, 2009 5:11 pm
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He shook his head, "Nothing of importance," Okay, she was cute. It was hard not to admit. He sighed, grabbing a cart and going to the hygiene aisle. He grabbed a toothbrush, and tried to figure out what kind of shampoo to get her. For blondes, for brunettes, curly, straight? What? He reached for the familiar Head and Shoulders brand, maybe that'd be okay. If not... well... he'd deal with that later.
Stella sat down next to him, leaning back and trying to think how to explain it. "I don't really know why I was assigned to you," then she looked at him, a bit hurt. "Why do you want me gone?" she asked, Her voice and posture suddenly drooping. "I'm here to protect you..."
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Posted: Sun May 31, 2009 11:44 am
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((You disappeared for like....forever, you could have told me what was going on, I stopped checking cause I thought you left))
Walking around Elizabeth gathered some foods from receipes she'd memorized before she became a fallen angel, filling up the cart with very healthy foods and some...junk food persay and met up with Rowan before they checked out. "There must be something you can tell me about yourself Rowan, after all we'll be spending quite a bit of time with each other. To be honest I'm not sure how long...at least until I'm summoned back by the angel council." Elizabeth wasn't usually this happy, probably because she was close to Rowan her chosen master was the reason she weas always so cheerful. They paid for the food and carried it back to his apartment, Elizabeth still getting some weird looks from people but she decided to ignore it, "what do you do for a living, where's your family?" she kept asking.
'Oh boy...' James thought to himself and sigh, "look it's not that I don't want you here I don't need protecting, there's nothing to protect me from I'm not wanted or anything this place is perfectly safe..." he rolled his eyes and kept flipping the channels. He couldn't help but feel sorry for this angel and didn't want her to leave and get caught by someone else, "but if you really have to stay then stay...just don't make it such a big deal."
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 7:44 am
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 5:12 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 03, 2009 5:48 pm
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"Because, that dress, although you look nice in it, is tattered and dirty," he said simply, "We need to get you something new, so that you look nice and clean. Maybe if you do, then you can get a job and occupy yourself while I'm at school and work."
Stella looked at him, furrowing her eyebrows. "Do you have... video cassettes?" she said, trying to remember the last time she'd come down. Yeah, video tapes were what they used. It didn't occur to her that technology had advanced more.
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Posted: Thu Jun 04, 2009 3:48 pm
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