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Post by monique bailey quentin on Feb 5, 2010 16:27:08 GMT -8
OOC: yeah. like..maybe caden could remember he has to be somewhere?? idk haha. but yea, we can just like..end it.
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Post by Caden Shiye Blake on Feb 6, 2010 20:04:27 GMT -8
OOC: kk! ugh, I'm having issues writing for Caden at the moment. I'm in like Sorrow's mind, I think... Caden shrugged slightly, his shoulders tense, though he wasn't entirely sure why. It seemed that he never relaxed these days. Actually, it didn't just seem like it. It was true. And then it hit him, like a bus... or maybe two buses. He had to go, because tonight he was supposed to call home. If he was lucky, he would get to talk to Tristan for a few minutes and he hadn't talked to his brother in nearly six months. 'I'm sorry Mona,' Caden said, ever polite, getting to his feet, 'but I just remembered that I have plans.'
Caden gave her a sad little smile. He wondered if she could see deep in him, with that gesture. He had to mask himself, but he just didn't have the energy at the moment. 'I'll see you around, I suppose.' Caden nodded at her and silently headed for the door. Walking out of this one moment of truth and back into his life of lies. [/blockquote]
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