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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 1:22:56 GMT
"If I can this made, do you want it?" she asked.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 1:24:46 GMT
"I would consider having it, yes." Raina said, back turned still.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 1:25:40 GMT
"It's wishful thinking that I can get things made, but if I can, how do I contact or find you?" she asked.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 1:27:46 GMT
Again with the contact... Raina pursed her lips softly before turning around, and finding a small piece of paper to write on, then she wrote in neat letters the number of her smartphone. Then she handed it to Noa.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 1:28:51 GMT
When she was done Noa took it, "I'm afraid I'm never going to call," she said, meaning her dream wouldn't go anywhere.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 1:32:00 GMT
"Don't give up that easily.." Raina gave in a narrow tone of voice. "If that's your dream, then don't just walk away."
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 1:32:58 GMT
"I haven't," she said, "And I won't. I never will."
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 1:37:45 GMT
"Then I'll get a call from you sometime." Raina said, satisfied with her statement, giving a small smile to Noa.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 1:38:27 GMT
"I hope you will," Noa replied with a smile.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 1:46:15 GMT
Raina nodded to her, and turned to once again walk out...
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 1:47:40 GMT
Noa let her leave, heading back to her table.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 1:49:19 GMT
She walked away, heading towards a park...but it wasn't long before an ear-piercing noise rang through her ears, and she dropped to her knees, holding her head. "Don't.....don't do this..." she rasped weakly.... "Don't call me!" she shouted, staggering to her feet and heading towards the source of it...whatever it was...
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 1:51:24 GMT
Her bag started to move. She looked down and swatted it, "No," she told her Zecter. She didn't know what it was, and she didn't really want o know, nor deal with it.
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Post by The Jetmen on Apr 11, 2012 2:03:28 GMT
Under a large tree in the park....Two Unknown were there...as she staggered closer, clutching her head...people ran from them, one having the power of wind, the other having control over fire...and they both turned their attention to her.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 11, 2012 2:04:39 GMT
She was supposed to be helping people, but she wasn't a fighter. But when her Zecter actually got out and flew off, she sighed and had to run off after it, putting her things away and hurrying after the Zecter.
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