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Post by Kara Longbottom on Jan 14, 2006 16:55:45 GMT -5
Kara Longbottom walked down the long seventh floor corridor, her long brown hair in a pony tail in the back of her head. She had a terrible cold and all the bathrooms were full. Kara had use the restroom really bad, so she decided why not use the seventh floor. She trudged along, kicking up dust. If she hadn't been sick, she'd have sneezed by now, but her nose was so stuffy, she couldn't even tell the dust was flying.
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Post by Jordan Lupin on Jan 15, 2006 16:33:10 GMT -5
Jordan was sitting up in the seventh floor like he usually enjoyed doing. He liked to sit up here, because it was usually so calm and peaceful, seeing as how everyone else liked the lower six floors a lot better than this one. So, when Jordan wanted a break from being around people, he would come here. He looked up and saw a random cloud of dust walking in his direction. I wonder who that could be.....
As the cloud neared, he began to sneeze. As the dust cloud neared, he recognized the creator as Kara Longbottom, a good friend of his. "Hey Kara!" Jordan said, inhaling a mouthful of dust. He began coughing wildly, as the dust tickled the back of his throat.
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Post by Kara Longbottom on Jan 16, 2006 0:33:11 GMT -5
"Hey Kara"
Kara looked around her, but could see nothing because of the cloud of dust. She waited a moment for the dust to clear, then saw Jordan sitting on the ground, coughing. "Don't die!" Kara said jokingly, knowing he wouldn't die. "What brings you up here?" Kara asked nosily. "Waiting to see if I trip over a bunch of dust?" She asked innocently, knowing he'd make a joke out of it sooner or later anyway. "I haven't tripped yet," Kara said proudly.
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Post by Jordan Lupin on Jan 16, 2006 13:52:41 GMT -5
"Waiting to see if I trip over a bunch of dust?"
"That's exactly what I'm doing up here." Jordan said jokingly. "You see, I know where you're going to go next and so I just go there and wait for you to trip. Although it is you who are the seer, not me." Jordan said, teasing in a kindly way. He knew most would call that flirting, and although it was, Kara didn't realize it, so he didn't care.
"I haven't tripped yet,"
"What a magnificent accomplishment." Jordan said almost truthfully. "Perhaps you should get a medal." He took out his wand and shaped a round medallion with the word, 'Did not trip in the dust' engraved on it. He then engraved a picture of Kara walking down a dusty corridor. He put it on a thick string and gave it to Kara. "Be proud of this medal. You may never get another like it," He said, almost sounding serious.
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Post by Kara Longbottom on Jan 22, 2006 13:17:19 GMT -5
"Be proud of this medal. You may never get another like it,"
Kara took the medal that gleamed in the faint light of the dusty corridor, her cheeks a little red from embarrassment. "I'll cherish it until the day I die," Kara said as a joke. However, a little voice in the back of her mind was telling her that she probably would. Shut up. Kara told the voice. It was the little voice in her head that loved to harass her about everything.
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