Max♥
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![[ Dear Dean, ] Empty](https://2img.net/i/empty.gif) |  Subject: [ Dear Dean, ] ![[ Dear Dean, ] I_icon_minitime](https://2img.net/s/t/12/98/13/i_icon_minitime.gif) Wed Apr 11, 2012 12:33 pm | |
| Jason walked along the sandy shores of the beach, running through the never ending ideas that were collecting in his head. He usually could be found in the forrest, trying to figure out the meaning of life- his life, in fact. Not many peaple chose to be at the beach, and that is why he could be found here at this time of day. His long stride mathced his accelerated thinking pattern, for he was a tall man, out on a mission. A mission that he himself was attempting to define.
Casting his eyes up, Jason caught sight of a tinted horizon, since he had his ever-present singlasses on. his sunglasses were his lifeline. Without them, he was nothing. And nothing was unimportant. Jason, Jason was important. | |
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dean
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| | Subject: Re: [ Dear Dean, ] Wed Apr 11, 2012 2:14 pm | |
| • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • ![[ Dear Dean, ] Candice-1](https://2img.net/h/i141.photobucket.com/albums/r71/maggiesrpstuff/candice%20swanepoel/candice-1.png) • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • Azrael had been practising all day on the very very life-like dummies in the Arena. Her face was splattered with fake blood and her long blonde hair looked like it had been curled but they were not pretty ringlets anymore. Her blazing purple eyes scanned the beach. She was dressed in a pair of shorts, a shirt that showed most of her stomach and a bikini under it. She walked over the grass where she placed her towel and left her shirt before continuing further down to the sand and then the water. She didn't like washing blood out of her skin using showers because everything got red there after. Scanning the area first for anything she might have to kill her eyes fell on a tall handsome male person.
Azrael smiled as she went under quickly and washed of the blood before leaving the water. She was going to go after him. Azrael grabbed her towel and dried her hair in a rough manner. She let her hands brush through it as it may down flat again in now slightly more organised curls. She walked over to the boy slowly smiling slyly at him. Azrael, the Bringer of Death, was going to slay a boy tonight. Metaphorically of course. Hopefully. • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • | |
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