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henryoredward.livejournal.com) wrote in
fandomhighdorms2007-01-21 03:19 pm
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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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And then she grew in size to look Hyde right in the eyes.
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He aimed another punch. Unrefined, perhaps, but they weren't exactly being judged on style.
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And suddenly this felt really, really familiar.
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And that pissed him off.
Edward took a run forward and somersaulted into the ground. Let's see her keep her grip after that.
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Usually, he'd continue things anyway, but he was a little impressed. "Good fight," he said, "if short. Better 'n I've had in quite a while."
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He rubbed the back of his neck. It was still a little sore from the headlock, but he'd be damned before he admitted it.
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No wonder there was a creepy familiar feeling.
"Unique name," she lied.
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"Y'know, during introductions, it is customary to respond with one's own name."
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Did he have fun talking in hints? Did it irk the hell out of Henry? Those would both be a big yes.
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