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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 1, 2008 16:45:45 GMT -5
Michael grinned and looked down at her, "Yeah, there's a lot of some people in this place. Everyone has their some people. Who are yours?" She didn't have to answer if she didn't want to, but it was true, everyone had people in the school that they were bitter rivals with.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 1, 2008 16:48:08 GMT -5
Cassie smiled back, feeling relaxed. "I don't even know some of their names," she admitted, "Emilian was one, although he's not a student her works in the village," Cassie shrugged, there are probably too many name, and some that she didn't want to name.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 1, 2008 16:57:50 GMT -5
Michael's eyes hardened when she mentioned Emilian. "What'd he do?" He still felt responsible for whatever Emilian did, even if he knew there was nothing he could do. "He's an old friend of mine," he explained. He had also read the interview, a part of him actually felt sorry for Emilian, knowing that Emilian would have to explain to Adara. Even though Emilian had denied it, Michael knew in some part of him that Adara was something special for Emilian.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 1, 2008 17:03:52 GMT -5
Cassie waved it off, "He was just acting like a bit of a jerk. Nothing definite, just little things" Cassie explained. She bit her lip, "I feel bad now, I always manage to put my foot in it" she said sadly.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 1, 2008 17:13:11 GMT -5
"No, I just know how he is. I wouldn't take it personally, that's just how he is." Privately, Michael added a thought. He's probably stressed because of Adara. Out of a warped respect for their old friendship, Michael didn't voice the thought, brooding on it for a minute instead.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 1, 2008 17:15:14 GMT -5
Cassie nodded. "It's so peaceful here. This seems to be one of the places I'm content to just be. Normally I can't help but dance" Cassie said as she looked around, taking in the forest.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 1, 2008 19:22:05 GMT -5
Michael smiled, "Yeah, it's nice out here. Like nothing could go wrong." He realized as soon as the words were out of his mouth that, just because it had been him that said them then they were likely to be proven wrong. He hoped not, it had been fairly quiet lately in his life and he didn't feel like being uprooted by something happening.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 2, 2008 1:41:21 GMT -5
"So what year are you in?" Cassie asked, trying to find out more about him. She pulled her knees up to her chest and wrapped her arms around them.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 2, 2008 9:27:30 GMT -5
"I'm a seventh year, you?" It was pretty obvious she was younger than he was, but Michael wasn't sure how much younger she was. Physically she didn't seem too much younger, and then the things she said were trying to tell him she was a little more younger.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 2, 2008 10:00:01 GMT -5
"Sixth year" she replied briskly. Cassie racked her brain as she tried to think of something to say. But her mind was too caught up in her past few days exploits for her to focus on anything. Cassie just lay back on the forest floor and stared up at the sun filtering through the leaves.
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Post by Michael Blackwood-Hardt on May 2, 2008 14:32:22 GMT -5
Michael was silent for a few minutes, just looking around and listening to the forest. Then he pushed himself away from the tree and put his hands in his pockets. "Well, I'm going to walk on, you can come if you want, doesn't bother me." Without waiting to see if she'd follow, he set off under a branch to see what he could see.
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Post by Cassie Jones on May 2, 2008 16:08:08 GMT -5
Cassie sat up to watch Michael walk off as she debated whehter or not she would follow him. But Cassie had entered the depths of the forest for seclusion and inspiration, neither of which came when she was with someone else. "See you around" she called to Michael, before lying down again and stretching out her arms.
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