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| Lawrence's Room | |
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| Topic Started: Mar 3 2008, 10:11 PM (166 Views) | |
| Billie Hatcher | Mar 3 2008, 10:11 PM Post #1 |
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Lawrence looked down at the identification he had received from the Main Building. His PDA took a comfortable spot in his rucksack. He had little use for technology, and even less knowledge of how to use it. For the meantime, he resolved to find his room, a green tent. "Most rapturous splendor!" he exclaimed. Despite being raised by nobility, Lawrence was also a knight, which meant he was a soldier. He was used to having much less, and also much more. He was quite an odd person, having experienced both extreme joy from being raised by nobility, and great sorrow and hardship on the battlefield. As his travels gave him very little anyway, he was merely glad to finally have a place to call home. He eagerly unzipped his tent, excited for what may come. Lawrence, knowing full well of the bubonic plague, felt he did not need to shower, or should not. Showering opened up pores in your skin, which would let those little bubonic critters in. It was scientifically proven! "Perchance I may take a gander at what the remainder of the school has to offer?" Lawrence lay his rucksack on the ground, pawing through it. He took out what appeared to him to be some sort of arm attachment. "I surmise I shall place this mechanism on my arm thusly." Lawrence put his duel disk on, not really knowing what to make of it. He gathered his things and prepared to explore the school. [To: The HeadMaster's Class] |
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| Billie Hatcher | Mar 30 2008, 09:43 PM Post #2 |
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The tunic-clad Sebek returned from the Library, not really learning anything from his experience. It was late at night, and his eyes were beginning to weigh down on him. He took of his duel disk and rucksack, and fell into a deep sleep on his sleeping bag in his tent. Though it may not have been much, this was his first home in many a year. |
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| Billie Hatcher | Apr 2 2008, 08:00 PM Post #3 |
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Lawrence woke up, by the looks of the position of the sun, it was almost noon. Seems he had missed his traditional wake up call of Sunrise. He looked over his rucksack, deciding to leave it, along with his PDA, behind. He took his Duel Disk, and of course his treasured Winchester Family sword, and prepared to make travel arrangements towards the inner area of the Academy. [To: Open for Business] |
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| Billie Hatcher | Apr 17 2008, 07:32 PM Post #4 |
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Lawrence, (Not Larry! >_>) had arrived at his tent. He knew there would soon be a funeral to attend to, so he had to look his best. He undid his sword holster, removing the blade to polish it. It glistened in the sun... wait? What time was it again? Ah, who cares. It seemed like quite a bit of work, and as he finished, he realized what a pointless move that was, placing his sword into an elegant metal scabbard rather then his typical leather one. Why shine a sword since you won't use it anyway? What a useless waste of time. He wandered into the Osiris's outhouses, since it seemed the Sebek's and the Osirises shared the facilities. He brought along a black tunic to wear, much more formal attire since it would be best to show the maximum amount of respect to the recently departed. Now, fully dressed and newly scrubbed, he made his way to the forest, where the funeral would soon begin... or end... time skips are a pain. >_> [To: The Funeral of Kouji Yagami] |
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| Billie Hatcher | Jul 22 2008, 10:02 PM Post #5 |
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[From: Symphony of Rain] Out of breathe but still alive, the green knight walked towards the camp. Unfortunately, do to the storm it seemed his tent had been completely destroyed. "What a most unfortunate sight." he muttered, annoyed as he poked the remains with his uncased sword. "Well, no matter! I'm sure my squire will be more then hospitable into providing a nobleman a hearth for the night." Fortunately for the Sebek, he kept all his worldly posessions in his ruck-sack. He marched his way towards the Osiris dormitory, in search of his squire. [To: Unknown] |
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| Billie Hatcher | Aug 3 2008, 11:18 PM Post #6 |
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[From: Pinball Wizard] Lawrence sighed, ahead of him would be a rough night. All that was left of his former "room" was a few tattered and burned scraps, it seemed a lightning bolt had hit it. He'd slept through worse conditions before. He found a nearby tree, and decided to rest under it, using the overhead branches to protect him from the rain. Closing his eyes, he somehow managed to sleep. [Day End. Time skip] Edited by Billie Hatcher, Aug 3 2008, 11:19 PM.
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