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Post by rusty on May 9, 2005 13:47:56 GMT -5
Walking in, Rusty didn't waste time scrabbling through his mess of a room for something clean. Finally, he found a set of clothes that didn't seem to smell and he couldn't remember wearing recently. Throwing them on, he did his incompetent best to fix his unruly red hair and gave up after a few attempts. Opening the door, he headed for Ms. Frost's apartment.
Rusty exits for Emma Frost's apartment
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Post by rusty on May 18, 2005 13:31:47 GMT -5
Still muttering to himself, Rusty entered his room. Glancing around, he spotted his books having landed where he threw them before. He glared at the books, in the mood to have a nice screaming match but, being books, they proved completely useless for that kind fo thing.
Sighing, he gave up and grabbed the stuff he needed to start the essay, heading to his desk. He hated homework.
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Post by rusty on May 19, 2005 17:00:28 GMT -5
A while later, Rusty stretched his arms above his head, pulling them back until his shoulders cracked audibly.
Flopping back down to his slouching posture, he glared at the now finished paper. "I hate you, you know that?" he told it. When the paper didn't reply, he muttered to himself "You've got nothing punk. Nut-in." Sighing, he climbed to his feet and staggered over to fall on top of his partially made bed.
Quickly stripping off his jeans and giving the paper one last baleful glare, he climbed into bed, flicking the lightswitch and passing into sweet, blissful oblivious sleep.
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Post by rusty on Jun 3, 2005 14:28:54 GMT -5
"Don' wanna pineapple!"
Rusty sat up sharply. That had been the weirdest dream. Shaking his head, he glanced out the window, noting it was already full daylight. He normally woke up early, shipboard life had set some habits in him, but it looked like today he'd slept in.
Crawling out of bed, muttering to himself about anything and everything, he pulled on a pair of pants. Yawning still and deciding further dressing was beyond him at the moment, he opened his door and staggered out, heading for the kitchen. His mental processes at the moment included a voice demanding food, one asking for coffee and a strange muttering in the back of his head about pineapples.
Rusty exits for Kitchen
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Post by rusty on Jun 14, 2005 10:46:33 GMT -5
Still yawning, Rusty re-entered his room, heading immediately to the closet. Pulling out another set of clothes, he stuffed them in a bag, grabbing a few more changes of everything he could think of.
Pausing, he came to his Hellions uniform. Deciding it was better to take it than not have it, he stuffed the absurdly tight costume into a side pocket, heading over to his desk to clean up his things. His time in the navy had made him just a little pedantic about neatness and even though inspections were a thing of the past he still kept everything ship-shape.
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Post by rusty on Jun 14, 2005 16:07:55 GMT -5
< Hey, Mum's ready to go, > he told the pyrokinetic. < She had to meet her at the front gate as soon as possible. >
Rusty thought back his acknowledgement as hard as he could. Grabbing his bag, he threw as many sets of clothes in as he could and ran out of his room
Rusty exits for one of the outside threads
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