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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:36 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 5:55 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:27 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:38 pm
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Posted: Sun Nov 28, 2010 6:46 pm
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Richard Victor Vladimir "Crimson Dead"
"At least she isn’t dead, she’s standing there alive." He said and the opened his eyes and he sighs in annoyance. "And who will stop me from talking to any girl in this bloody copter like there just some piece of crap like all other people I know or seen." He said he yawns in boredom. His arms and legs then he smirked, sharpening the nails of his not so blade arm, "Really, I am getting bored in here, this guy can just grab his bloody phone and call for a jet or something, it would be faster, a turtle might even beat this thing in a race, how old is this anyway."
((Its kind of fun being the jerk in the copter, just bad thing is many hates my char. Fun, fun, fun.))
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