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how's my driving?
hmd. ip logging is off, anon is on, screening enabed. -
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[ they're nearly out of old aperture when it finally happens: chell makes a mistake. perhaps she didn't look close enough at the path she meant to fall, or perhaps something was knocked loose by her movement, but the reason makes not a whit of difference -- her leg is snagged by wayward root or tangled wire as she's going down, and for once she ( Read more... ) -
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[ claude steps out of the transporter base with leon after they beam down from the station orbiting earth, out into the street. he takes a deep breath of air-- it's just as he remembers it, which isn't particularly pleasing, but... home is home. he just hopes leon will be able to adjust. ]
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sample: edge
[ edge gasps as he jogs in place, air burning in his lungs as he stares out at the stars, focused on nothing in particular. today has been a very uneventful day on the calnus, so he's using the spare time to get some exercise in on one of the treadmills; he's been there for a little over half an hour by now.
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app: silabus
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[ Lloyd sits at the desk in his room, steadily but slowly perusing a small stack of paperwork, his lips fixed into a downward quirk. There's very little he hates more than paperwork. It's too bad Cecile went and caught the flu, or she'd be doing it for him ( Read more... )