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 Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 9:09 pm
"The keyword being might" Damian sighed once more standing up and crossing his arms pacig the room gnawing on his fingers.
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Posted: Wed Jul 16, 2008 10:18 pm
Looks up at Sinta with a not scarred but worried look on her face.
"You think we could make it Sinta??"
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 12:33 pm
Sinta shrugged, "Escaping is the easy part, we can do that, it's not getting caught once you're out, that's the real problem." he said calmly.
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Posted: Fri Jul 18, 2008 6:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 1:18 pm
Nadra yawned, stuffing her paper clips in her pocket. "Good point." she said, sleepily.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 3:11 pm
Looks at Nadra. "Your tired??"
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 4:44 pm
Sinta approached the iron door that held them inside the room, "Hmmm.."
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 4:50 pm
Nadra laughed. "I'm always tired." she replied, an impish smile on her face.
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 7:13 pm
She laughs slightly then says, "Ok." she notices Sinta walk over to the Door. "What is it Sinta??"
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 10:37 pm
Sinta looked at the hinges on the door, "We could break this down." he said simply.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 10:13 am
She leans back against the wall. with a simple sigh.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 11:37 am
Nadra walked over to the door. She examined the hinges. "Or we could just unlock it." she retorted, taking out a paper clip from her pocket and examining the locks.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 3:57 pm
Sinta shrugged, "Yeah but then they just lock it again, if you break the door down they have to transfer us." he said evenly.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 7:22 pm
She shrugged, pulling a small, worn photograph out of her pocket. Nadra studied it for a few moments and began to sing a Celtic lullaby, in a voice scarcely louder then a whisper.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 8:21 pm
"Once we get transfered. . . .what happens?"
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