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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 11, 2007 21:36:15 GMT -5
It was late afternoon, and Illya strolled the halls of Krystle Academy with confidence that made people look at him. He was used to it though, and showed no shock or pleasure in receiving such attention.
Taking a left, the Russian's blue eyes blinked to adjust to the darker hallway, obviously someone had forgotten to take care of the lighting here. But that was ok, Illya liked to solitude of the dimly lit hall, and he could often be found here after classes relaxing by the window that looked out at the beach.
It was his own private getaway, and none had dared to tread into it yet.
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Post by Kameron Wiles on Feb 11, 2007 21:49:03 GMT -5
Kameron Wiles strolled around the corridors, looking for something to do. As she examined the old stone walls of the academy's halls, she bumped into a person that didn't look familiar.
"Oh, I'm sorry..."
she said, looking a little embarrassed.
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Post by Illya Ivanov on Feb 11, 2007 22:01:12 GMT -5
Illya's hand came out to steady her and to keep himself from tripping. He looked at the girl who had bumped into him and smiled down at her graciously. Contrary to popular belief, he could be an gentelman... when he felt the need.
"Dun vorry, zit it my fault." He explained to her, letting go of her sholder. He studied her with intrest. "I haven't zeen you around before."
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