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Post by Jurrell Hall Kennedy on Dec 22, 2008 20:42:03 GMT -5
Jurrell's eyes almsot rolled into the back of his head. His features softened. His face looked more boyish. He looked like an everydayseventeen year old right about now. Not a troubled emotional wreck. His eyes now set behind the vail of eyelids. He was asleep instantly something that rarely happened. His body curled up on the floor. Curled up in the cold wind no blanket no one to keep him warm.
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Flyte Vance
Ravenclaw
Ravenclaw, Seventh Year[M:0:]
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Post by Flyte Vance on Dec 23, 2008 3:06:21 GMT -5
Flyte heard the soft snores of Jurrell and rolled to her feet, she grabbed a blanket and threw it over him and then settled in by the fire. Waiting until it was time to move on again.
She dozed lightly.
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Post by Jurrell Hall Kennedy on Dec 23, 2008 16:54:38 GMT -5
He softly panted in his sleep. He everynow and then kicked his feet. The warn fire lightly licked him in light. The warm blanket stayyed there warm and comforting. His Dreams ranged from running through grassy feilds, To the night he spent with Flyte but mainly Sylvia.
His sleep was plesant his body almsot glowing. For once things where starting to go right. Maybe.
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