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Post by caduceus on May 5, 2005 18:46:38 GMT -5
Jean-Paul drifted into his window, still open after his quick trip back for the cd player and condoms. He wondered if Creed would bring back the player and then shrugged not caring. He'd "borrowed" it from someone elses room down the hall. As he dropped the camera on the desk, his stomach grumbled and he patted it absently. Closing the window, he padded down towards the kitchen in search of some food.
Exits for Kitchen
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Post by caduceus on May 5, 2005 21:25:44 GMT -5
Returning from the kitchen, Jean-Paul grabbed the camera and walked to the computer, scrounging the relevant cord from a small pile on the desk. Plugging the camera in, he set to work downloading the photos. He was still slightly amazed that Creed had actually had a halfway workable idea.
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Post by caduceus on May 6, 2005 5:46:45 GMT -5
Jean-Paul finished picking the photos, selecting those that showed Mystique's presence clearly. Printing them out, he grabbed the sheets and headed downstairs. Hopefully Sabretooth would have gone looking for Moss by now.
Jean-Paul exits for Kitchen
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Post by caduceus on May 8, 2005 11:33:15 GMT -5
Coming back to his bedroom, Jean-Paul got ready for bed quickly. He'd need his rest for when he and Sabretooth hopefully pulled of their stunt tomorrow. Grinning in anticipation, Jean-Paul dropped off to sleep.
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Post by caduceus on Jun 4, 2005 8:26:35 GMT -5
Stretching langurously, Jean-Paul lay in bed. He'd been awake for some time but the mundane urges of his body had yet to drive him from bed, although that didn't appear like it was going to last much longer.
Rolling over, Jean-Paul grabbed a pair of jeans and a fashionable t-shirt, dressing quickly. Those mundane urges, primarily hunger, were driving him now and he needed something to eat.
Either he'd been dreaming or he had heard some strange noises in the night though. With a grin, he wondered if Mystique had got to Sabretooth. That would be funny in a hideous, train wreck can't look away kind of fashion.
After making sure he looked appropriate and fixing his hair, Jean-Paul slipped out of his room quietly, his bare feet floating just above the ground so as to avoid touching the highly questionable carpet, headed for the kitchen
Jean-Paul exits for the Kitchen
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Post by caduceus on Jun 28, 2005 4:59:06 GMT -5
Entering the blessed cleanliness of his own room, one of the few free from Creed’s all-pervading smell. Thank God he’d closed the window when he came up for the lighter, otherwise the smoke from the fire would have drifted in.
Opening the window quickly, he climbed out, flicking his powers on with a thought. Closing it behind him, it wouldn’t do to have smoke get in, Jean-Paul took off. Perhaps he would do some sightseeing. Or maybe find Lucky and Vicky’s boat and sink it. One of the two.
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