Brynn Faolain
Weapon
Student 17 Death City Wood Shop Apprentice Craftsman Shopkeeper Part-Time
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Post by Brynn Faolain on Dec 31, 2012 3:52:27 GMT -5
Brynn shrugged. "yeah, its a good class. interesting to learn about everyone's different beliefs and stuff. and whats proper and not to them" he says. "i don't think i could stand Governments. I'd probably just get angry." he starts rummaging through his bag, and looks down at Bently. " looks like we made it. and you didn't freeze. well. not badly at least. here" he says, pulling a binder out of his bag. "its one of the chapters from the Religions and Cultures class i don't need. maybe it will make your day better." he offers it to Bently. "don't mind the notes, my handwriting isn't its best when im just scribbling in margins."
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Bently Witte
Meister
Student 16
Music is the soul, music is an art.
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Post by Bently Witte on Dec 31, 2012 4:15:36 GMT -5
DANCE HARD LAUGH MORE TURN THE MUSIC UP NOW( party like a rock star ! )C A N I G E T A W H A T N O W ?
Bently nodded and fiddled with his latte cup. Religion classes always fascinated Bently. He took a religion class when he was in the seventh grade, but nothing too recently which was a real shame. He loved learning about other places and their beliefs. A brief smile flickered across Bently's face when Brynn said he probably couldn't stand government class.
"It's a sucky class," he admitted quietly, picking at his cup, "but I made my choice. It's not... well... You learn how best not to get deported in that class." Bently shook his head at his own lame joke and sighed slightly, glancing up from his cup. They were at the mall. Finally. He was itching to get out of the gross clothes he wore. Maybe he would find some light pants and a big, baggy sweatshirt to wear home. Geez, it really sucked that he was wet.
Bently was pulled away from his thoughts when he heard Brynn moving around. He looked over at the redhead and watched him pull out a binder. Bently accepted it when Brynn offered it to him, staring at the binder with an unreadable expression. "Thank you," he finally muttered, hugging the binder to his chest. "I-I don't mind bad handwriting." His handwriting had often been called 'girly', so Bently really couldn't complain. "I'm sure I can read it." He shifted awkwardly on is feet and glanced around, not knowing how to say goodbye. Finally, he said, "Um... maybe we could hang out sometime... when I'm not.. you know... c-covered in coffee." He offered Brynn a tentative, shy smile and turned, taking a few steps away from the redhead. When he was a bit away, he turned back and said, "Thank you for the new latte and... Um... walking here with me." He laughed nervously and waved with the hand holding the latte. "I'll see you, okay? W-we can arrange a hang out time w-when I'm not so cold." With their final words out of the way, Bently turned and made his way toward the mall's department store.
JUMP UP FALL DOWN GOTTA PLAY IT LOUD NOW --- DON'T CARE MY HEAD'S SPINNING ALL AROUND NOW this post is for Brynn. it happens to be 358 words long without all this nifty coding. speaking of which, this template was made by PANIC! ITS LAUZ @ CAUTION. that graphic up there is by credit. the lyrics are from till i forget about you by big time rush. now all i have to say is your notes here
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Brynn Faolain
Weapon
Student 17 Death City Wood Shop Apprentice Craftsman Shopkeeper Part-Time
Posts: 101
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Post by Brynn Faolain on Dec 31, 2012 4:32:21 GMT -5
"yeah Bently, we can catch up around school or something." Brynn said. "and you're welcome, i was heading this way anyways and all." Brynn stood there for a second as Bently walked off to find some dry clothes. he cocked his head over and thought what an odd kid. guess im one to talk. might just have to take him up on hanging out though. hoisting his bag back onto his shoulder, Brynn ambled over to the front of the Wood Craft shop, finishing his tea. boss never did like it when we had drinks in the shop. he tossed it in a rubbish bin, and walked into work, not quite so tired anymore.
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