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King Arthur (Revolveregon) Lycksele ,Västerbotten

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Friday 9 March 2012 photo 1/1

För jag ger upp för idag, och så vitt jag vet även för imorgon.
Då ska vi meka med vår bubbla c:
Så, tills vidare är detta allt jag kommit fram till (faktafel kan finnas, hårfärger är svåra :c) :
I got myself through the Alaskan greeting: “So you're name was like Ciar or something, right?"
I assured him that it was, deciding not to point out that we'd met just three days ago. Then Mike entertained us by showing all the stuff he'd apparently stolen that day. I doubted the truth of that, since you usually don't get plastic bags and receipts whenever you steal clothes.
We read comic books after that. I guess we had exciting lives back then.
Suddenly, Alaska stood up. “I should leave now.." he murmured. Then, with a wave of his hand: “See ya' guys." And he was gone.
I realized that the clock had been ticking and several hours had gone lost in this tiny room, so I put the comic book down. “I'll be leaving too."
This time, it actually seemed like the last time. I got by almost two weeks without seeing any of them, and during those two weeks I struggled with the fact that I wanted to see them again. They were nice people, at least sort of. And no one else I knew understood the whole act of stealing.
Not that I'd seen any of them steal anything, but the whole idea was some kind of theif-gang-thing, wasn't it?
Anyhow, I was once again up and about. This time though, I was the one to see and wasn't seen. Or whatever.
I saw Alaska and Filly across the street, talking to someone I didn't know. He was tall and had black hair, standing out from the other two who had more brown-looking heads – like myself, I'll have to add.
I walked up to them, too curious to be hesitant, which I'd usually be. And sure, because I, for some strange reason, had missed them. The shine in those pilot glasses and the neighing laughter.. who'd want to miss out on that?
“Hello there", I said, smiling. Now, up close, I took a quick look at the unfamiliar face. His eyes were really dark. Pitch-black this time.

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För jag ger upp för idag, och så vitt jag vet även för imorgon.

Då ska vi meka med vår bubbla c:

Så, tills vidare är detta allt jag kommit fram till (faktafel kan finnas, hårfärger är svåra :c) :

I got myself through the Alaskan greeting: “So you're name was like Ciar or something, right?"

I assured him that it was, deciding not to point out that we'd met just three days ago. Then Mike entertained us by showing all the stuff he'd apparently stolen that day. I doubted the truth of that, since you usually don't get plastic bags and receipts whenever you steal clothes.

We read comic books after that. I guess we had exciting lives back then.

Suddenly, Alaska stood up. “I should leave now.." he murmured. Then, with a wave of his hand: “See ya' guys." And he was gone.

I realized that the clock had been ticking and several hours had gone lost in this tiny room, so I put the comic book down. “I'll be leaving too."

This time, it actually seemed like the last time. I got by almost two weeks without seeing any of them, and during those two weeks I struggled with the fact that I wanted to see them again. They were nice people, at least sort of. And no one else I knew understood the whole act of stealing.

Not that I'd seen any of them steal anything, but the whole idea was some kind of theif-gang-thing, wasn't it?

Anyhow, I was once again up and about. This time though, I was the one to see and wasn't seen. Or whatever.

I saw Alaska and Filly across the street, talking to someone I didn't know. He was tall and had black hair, standing out from the other two who had more brown-looking heads – like myself, I'll have to add.

I walked up to them, too curious to be hesitant, which I'd usually be. And sure, because I, for some strange reason, had missed them. The shine in those pilot glasses and the neighing laughter.. who'd want to miss out on that?

“Hello there", I said, smiling. Now, up close, I took a quick look at the unfamiliar face. His eyes were really dark. Pitch-black this time.

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vove Fri 9 Mar 2012 11:07

NIGEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEL
also, Filly är blond, men det kan säkert vara lite brun-aktigt c:

Revolveregon Fri 9 Mar 2012 15:17

Det var det jag funderade över cc:

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