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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 4:35 pm
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Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 4:37 pm
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(Sorry. My family's computer broke and the library system was down, so I couldn't post. I didn't mean to disappear.)
Syrah walked down the corridor. Her head was a little clearer after taking a shower, but she was still confused. However, she knew she owed Mike an apology. She entered the bar, thinking she might find him there since the dining hall was closed for the night. Syrah spotted him almost instantly, but he was with someone else. Another young man who seemed infatuated with Mike. Syrah was paralyzed for a few minutes until a cruise patron bumped into her on their way out of the bar. "Hey, lady, you're blocking the door. Move it, will ya?" the patron grumbled. Syrah mumbled an apology and stepped out of their way, then she whirled and ran out to the deck, her already-confused mind in even more of a tizzy. Out on the deck, she sank into one of the many fold-out lounge chairs by the railing.
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 10:54 am
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 3:38 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 7:50 pm
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Posted: Mon Jun 13, 2011 8:04 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:39 am
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Mac was already awake from all the noise happening with the cruise ship. People were up and eating breakfast. Mac was already wandering the ship and making his way to the place they served breakfast. He smelled all the breakfast foods, and went straight for the waffle station to make his own delicious waffles. "Oh Em Gee! I so can't wait for these to be done" he said aloud with cuteness, not caring if anyone else heard. A few people giggled at Mac's remark and his love for waffles as he began to make his food.
Mike was already treading close to the ship's front end near the hot tubs and pool. The bright sun was partially covered by a few sparse clouds, but not by much. The ocean breeze made him feel lost in another world, although he liked it. Suddenly the bartender Dickie from the previous night came up to him, "Hey, I was wondering what happened to your friend last night. I mean I had a bit to drink, but seriously...did he disappear into the floor?" she asked him, pulling at her skirt a little. He smirked, "I don't know, I think you were drunk, because he walked out of that place before I did" he lied to cover his friend's mistakes. Mike was an expert on being so smooth in conversation, he was charming and cute.
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 3:55 pm
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Kiara_the_keyblade_master
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Posted: Tue Jun 14, 2011 11:04 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 9:36 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:23 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:31 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 10:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 15, 2011 11:05 pm
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