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Post by nate on Dec 4, 2008 21:38:59 GMT -5
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Tucked away in the corner of the library, pounding the keys of an oversized laptop, was the Almasian known as Nate Wakeman. The half-djinn asocial's fingers blurred across the keypad, clearly having a good deal of practice. Every once in a while he'd checked his notes, nod, then enter a few more keystrokes.
What was he doing?
...yes, it's true. I am the result of immaculate conception. Give it a few more years, and they'll be making a religion dedicated to me. We'll call it Wakism.
Nate smirked to himself as he continued to type. this was perhaps one of his favorite activities: blogging. Recording the movements, actions, and activities of himself and the others around him. It entertained him, and he'd gathered quite a readership. Not everything he did was really worth noticing, even in Nate's opinion.
But people are willing to read anything on the internet. I could report my daily bowel movements and get at least a hundred viewers. People are insane and slightly stupid.
Nate hit the backspace button a few times, grumbling under his breath. Some things couldn't be typed.
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Post by marcia on Jan 6, 2009 17:40:34 GMT -5
Felicity walked in. Wow this place is so big! I wonder what they do in here? She looked around and saw someone typing. Hey he's kind of cute i wonder what hes doing?! She walked over to him but tripped. Oh no that was so embarrassing!
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