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The Gym- Sunday Night
Edward Hyde was working on a punching bag, and destroying it in the process. Hey, it was the punching bag's fault that it wasn't made of sterner stuff.
Maybe someone else around here was. Hyde was eager to crush some superpowers.
[ooc: The Gymof course this didn't just say "The Salle" a minute ago. Your eyes must be playing tricks on you is open, and Edward's looking for a fight.]
Maybe someone else around here was. Hyde was eager to crush some superpowers.
[ooc: The Gym

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"Holy crap."
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"Hello."
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The look on his face was, if possible, worse. He leered at her. "You don't miss a thing, do you?"
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"Nice work," he called, making his way over to a mat and gliding through a set of judo postures.
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Ugh. How undignified.
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Truth be told, Hyde was a little frustrated that he couldn't seem to find Setsuna, but it wasn't that big of a problem. She did, of course say that her room was next door to his.
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[OOC: Work exploded, expect slow.]
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[ooc: No worries. Real life comes first.]
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Annette was hiding behind a rack of basketballs, or some kind of balls -- it didn't matter. What mattered was that she had her camera and so what if the lights were on and she couldn't use her infrared? Her polaroid worked perfectly.
Click.
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Hey, you gotta get something for being this ugly.He looked around. "Who's there?"no subject
Was he talking to her? Uh, he was looking everywhere. Not even in her general direction. She was safe.
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Man, but he was big. And kind of ugly, but that was mean so Annette tried not to think along those lines.
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Annette might have snickered. Hard to tell cause she was hiding so good behind the big balls.
Click. Couldn't have enough pictures of big, bad, and ugly.
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