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Post by nick on May 8, 2008 17:01:03 GMT -5
"AH!" Nathan screamed and ran to the punch table. He jumped over it, spilling the punch, and hid under the table.
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Post by Sara on May 8, 2008 17:03:38 GMT -5
"Dude," Thyme said, putting the punch bowl upright before all of the punch spilled out, "I'm kidding, obviously. Calm youself." Thyme grabbed some napkins from the table and put them over the spill on the floor.
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Post by nick on May 8, 2008 17:07:19 GMT -5
"Why would you say that! You don't mess arond with ghosts! I HATE ghosts!" Nathan got up wiping himself off. "Sorry about that. See I'm kinda unstable. At least thats what my doctor says. He calls it "Volatile mental poisoning." Whatever that means.
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Post by Sara on May 8, 2008 17:11:07 GMT -5
"Sorry," Thyme said, taking a step back from Nathan when he got up. "I didn't know. I didn't even know 'Volatile mental poisoning' existed." Thyme bent down and picked up the wet napkins from the punch and tossed them into a nearby garbage.
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Post by nick on May 8, 2008 17:15:50 GMT -5
"It's ok. See I was in this crash when I was little. Now they say I'm 'Mentally unstable' and 'unteachable.' But it's ok. Because the things I see in my head go in my art."
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Post by Sara on May 8, 2008 17:22:14 GMT -5
"Oh, man," Thyme said, "I'm sorry to hear that," He said with a nod. "That's cool that you can express yourself through art though."
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Post by nick on May 8, 2008 17:25:42 GMT -5
"That's ok. Thank you for your concern." Nathan smiled. "I like you Thyme. Even if your a ghost or not." Nathan stared at him for a second, then ran back to his DJ table.
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Post by Sara on May 8, 2008 17:28:50 GMT -5
Thyme followed Nathan back to the DJ table because 1) He thought Nathan was cool and he wanted to get to know him better and 2) Because he had nothing else to do. "Thanks," Thyme said, "You're pretty cool yourself. And don't worry, I'm not a ghost, I promise."
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Post by nick on May 8, 2008 20:46:58 GMT -5
Nathan took over the music, spinning the record in a circle, making one long scratching sound. "Bored. Bored. Bored. Bored." said Nathan as he watched the moving colors.
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Post by Sara on May 11, 2008 12:11:13 GMT -5
"You should try talking with some people here," Thyme suggested with a shrug, "Some of them aren't as unapproachable as they look." Thyme scanned the Gym and then looked back at Nathan.
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Post by nick on May 11, 2008 19:35:32 GMT -5
Nathan looked strangly at Thyme for a second. "Why do you always do that? You always look around at everything before looking at who your talking too. That's kinda strange..." Nathan sipped hid drink.
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Post by Sara on May 12, 2008 15:14:03 GMT -5
"Er, sorry," Thyme apologized. He'd never noticed that he'd done that. "I guess it's a habit." He shrugged. He thought that it was ackward if you didn't look away from the person you were talking to once in a while.
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Post by nick on May 12, 2008 19:47:12 GMT -5
"Well maybe I will meet some other people." Nathan jumped off his podium, landing near Thyme, his Converse All-Stars slapping the gym floor. He then walked into the crowd to see who he could meet.
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Post by Sara on May 13, 2008 14:56:57 GMT -5
Thyme nodded to Nathan and resisted the urge to look around the Gym again. Thyme followed Nathan, but stayed back a bit so it didn't look like he was following him. Thyme chatted with some people. Sen stood against a wall, staring at the floor. He didn't know why he was even there. Probably so he could see Snails.
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Post by nick on May 13, 2008 15:51:11 GMT -5
Nathan ran up to Sen and leaned against the wall he was leaning on, mimicking Sen's pose. "Well hi! said Nathan
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