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Post by ayden5 on Oct 21, 2009 5:24:30 GMT
Hayley sat in the hallway, her back leaning against the wooden wall as she looked around. Sally was with her, sitting directly against Hayley, her face looking watchful as she looked down the corridor. It was almost bedtime for everyone, but there was something about being in the hallway that appealed to Hayley. She didn't want to go into the confined space of her room just yet. She liked to sit with Sally, and just think; it made her feel secure.
Edit: Stupid typos.
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Post by Nightcrawler on Nov 4, 2009 15:03:08 GMT
Nighttime was one of those times where Kurt felt less odd. He was getting to know some of his classmates and was even letting a few of his eccentricities out. That did not, however, mean that Kurt wasn’t still a bit self conscious about himself. With that image inducer on for the majority of the day and just barely enough nerve to venture around the building, there was still a bit more ease in the hours where most were asleep. So, onward Kurt pressed through the halls; his hands and feet clinging to the ceiling
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Post by ayden5 on Nov 5, 2009 2:21:08 GMT
Sally's ears perked up as she began to sniff the air, obviously detecting some other aroma. Hayley noticed her sudden awareness and she herself began to sniff the air, as she had rather above-human standard senses. Her ears, however, picked up a noise above her and she instantly looked up. "AH!!" Hayley yelled in suprise and Sally barked a couple of times due to the sudden reaction of Hayley. What the hell was that on the roof?!
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Post by Nightcrawler on Nov 8, 2009 15:15:51 GMT
Kurt had honestly, no idea that he could have been detected so easily when he was trying to make his way around this young woman so he could avoid disturbing her. Unfortunately that would not be the case as the dog and the girl both seemed to catch his scent and look up. In terror at both the girl’s reaction and that of the dog, Kurt fell from his post on the ceiling and flipped to land on all fours just in time to avoid breaking his neck. His dismount stuck almost expertly, making almost no sound, as he looked in terror at the dog and the girl. “Ack! Ich bin sehr traurig! (I am very sorry!)” he pleaded as his form stiffened and he braced himself for an oncoming strike in his direction and knowing that on some level he would deserve it.
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