Return of Kira

He sighed "not like you'd let me do anything till I do"

 

"Look, I'm just really worried about you alright?"

 

"I understand."

 

"Good..." She sighed, though she doubted he really did understand exactly how she felt about the situation.

 

He rested his head again

 

"Thank-you Near..." She smiled.

 

"No problem."

 

Lana gentley bowed her head and mumbled "Still... Thanks sir..." A subtle, and horrendously hidden smile on her face. Even though she had her doubts he would even try to try to take better care of himself. The promise was more then enough for her. She'd believe in him until proven wrong, innocent until proven guilty ect. As daft as that would seem to anyone else, and even to herself when she thought about it.

There was this thought that crossed her mind from time to time, and that was; did she trust him too much? Would that trust in him be her undoing? But... She thought as she surpressed that idea Only time will tell to see if my trust was misplaced. Despite these misgivings she'd rather trust him and die because of it then never of believed in him and died because of that. Dying for the ones you trust and, dare she even think of it? Deeply care about, maybe even love in some strange and not entirely sure of how it really is kind of way, was a life that was worth the space it had taken. A life that had ment something, a life that would at least be missed by that one person.

 

ooc: BACK!!!!! But I gots bad news. My comp still aint runnen the internet, and I godda go through a bunch of ****, while still tryen not to let my mom know what has happend, which SUCKS. But for now, I still gonna have to keep things under control by goin down to library.

So, recap plz?

 

OOC- Not a whole lot of important stuff I'm afraid... And you may have a few... hundred posts to go through to find your last line from Blondie... Though I don't think she said anything anyway.

And if you haven't guessed from my last post I've decided to actually try to make my posts longer again, I just hope it works...

 

ooc: hmmmmmm, well, ok then.

bic: "Well then, I guess that I can just leave things up to you then." matt said to blondie. "This is her phone number" matt said, holding up his own cell phone, showing Terri's number in the contacts list

ooc: (smiles) I missed being around here

 

OOC- You ish plotting evil things, no?

"Alright." Blondie nodded, turning slightly from the two men and after a second or so of movement around her chestal area she pulled out her own flip-phone. Quickly storing the number within the phonebook on it and looking around at the two of them. "You got a better place to keep it so it don't get nicked around campus?" She shrugged dismisivley. "About the only place it can't get stolen from without you noticing."

OOC- << >> Girls in my school actually do do this... Personally I'd rather keep it in my pocket... Less cold... XD

 

ooc; sounds interesting. But why in God's name would someone put a cellphone under there shirt?

bic: "Well, it certainly is an.....interesting place to put it" matt commented.

"I usually just put it in my pocket..." jake said

ooc: not today apparently. Not in the mood to. As a matter a fact, I probably won't start to feel very evil until I start watching death note today

 

OOC- Just stops people stealing them. And stops teachers finding them too, like a teacher's gonna try and look there. But like I said, personally I see no appeal in keeping it... there.

Quick question: You gonna be able to make it on tommorow? Just wondering.

"You've never been to my colledge I expect." She smirked, she always loved the attention she recived should she require to move the phone. That was the true reason she hid it there, wasn't because it was safer, or more conveinient. But because it got her noticed, it got her attention "And at least I always know where it is, which is good." Though recently she'd discovered the practical advantages to it as well, as small as they were compared to the chill of placing it back next to her bare skin after having left it on charge over-night or the like.

 

ooc: that is where you are wrong. Idk how things are where you live, but in america,most chicks fase the wrath of teenage mutant ninja harmones. Very dangerous, very deadly, rofl.

I would assume so.

bic: "Ya, well it kinda sticks out enough so that where everyone else knows where it is to" matt said, pointing to the imprent of cell phone that could be seen where her....chest, was.

ooc: rofl. I watchen the episode of light vs L in tennis, and it ROCKS

 

OOC- lol, yeah.. well it's one thing when guys randomly grab... them, like they used to, not so much anymore thank f*ck... but it's another to go into the bra. o_O

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lol, I love that episode.

"Oh, hang on a second... It's not... lying quite right..." She explained as she turned away from them again with much more fiddling and re-adjustments. A few seconds and about three swear words later she turned back. The imprint now only visable should the person be gazing rather intently at her. "Sorry about that." Blondie giggled "Not normally so difficult to do."

 

ooc: well no, but some times guys use certain tactics so that way it is like they fall ontop of a girl by 'accident' or something like that. Not that I would know of any of those tactics <_< >_>

bic: "Well then, as enjoyable as this little meeting was, I think it is about time to get going" matt said, as he stood up. "I actually have some buissness in the area that you are going to, so I will be accompaning you by flight.


The person still stood infront of head quarters for the SPK. He had a suit case with him.

ooc: hint hint nudge nudge. That guy might just have the antidote that you need to stop the flesh eating disease

 

OOC- lol, of course not. XD Not like I get them used on me anyway, I just point and laugh at the girls it happens to. ;P

If Angel hasn't shown up by half nine my time I'll send Lana out for it.

"How wonderful." She smirked, flirtaiously flicking her fine, ashe blonde hair from her face. "Just me and you then?" Blondie added with am usual and sly glint in her pastel blue eyes.

 

"It would appear so" he said, as he stood up. He then grinned, chuckling a little for a moment, as a thought crossed his mind. "Tell me, how smart would you say you are? You know, on a scale of 1 out of 10" he asked her.

ooc; rofl. I never actually have tried something like that, but only cuz most of the girls in my schools are ****s n I could probably just pay them 5 dollars to get them to do something (in other words, major *****es). I remember one time when I was playen soccor n I accidently ran into this girl in my school, and ever since then, she always says that because I bumped into her, she almost got her.........(special word)........cut off. I mean, christ, the girls in my school practicly talk about getten their funk on every day. Used to be pretty awsome, but now, I am getten sick of it.

 

"Scale of one to ten? Well... Academicly, I'm about a 7, nothing that special." She shrugged, delicately sliding off her seat and drawing herself up to her full height of around 5 feet and 6 inches. Her heels clacking on the tiles as she turned walked up to him "But when it comes to people and how to treat them, I'm about a 9."

OOC- lol, you should hear my german class... Not one of us is leagally allowed to do it but around 75% have and we have one girl whose knocked-up.