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OOC: well, this must be a shock [08 Apr 2006|01:43am]

bishiasu
[ mood | awake ]

Yes I am alive, to anyone whos actully in this community, I lost my Internet for a very long time and when i returned i assumed this was dead i recently refound it Im such a bad mod but if you are interested in actully getting down to the plot allow me to know and we can get back to business.

-Kate

and if you have any questines my LJ name is smiling_evil

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[28 Nov 2005|07:39pm]

kinky_carter
[ mood | curious ]

Hey all!! I just made two new clubs over on deviantART and I need a banner for them both. I need one to say Faye Valentine Club and the other to say Faye x Spike Club both 450 x 200 so if someone could do that I'd be most greatful!!

http://faye-valentine-club.deviantart.com/

http://faye-x-spike-club.deviantart.com/

And if someone can make a better icon for them that'd be good too!!

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[18 Sep 2004|03:40pm]

rockmygypsysoul
[ mood | guilty ]

Right, I am cryogenically frozen at this point. Sorry. ZZZZZZZZ.

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[18 Sep 2004|12:32am]

rockmygypsysoul
[ mood | moody ]

This would be Fay. Am I coming into the story too early?

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[17 Sep 2004|06:11pm]

bishiasu
Vicious mearly rolled his eyes walking up the stairs after spike "i highly doubt that" he muttered as they got to Julia's door adn he waited for Spike once again "your knocking..." is all he said as he stood back some to ley Spike knock his eyes stayed fixed on the man
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[12 Sep 2004|10:33pm]

utate_kure
*runs up the stairs and makes a childish face at Vicious*

Now, could a sickling beat you?

...maybe.
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[12 Sep 2004|10:42am]

bishiasu
Vicious waited for spike wondering at times why he put up with this, but then he thought of how perfect they work together and all doubt was gone Spike was as perfect as he, so little flaws maybe its why they love the same woman "you better be or ill leave you out here" he said starting up the stairs.
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[12 Sep 2004|09:44am]

utate_kure
*He follows at a steady pace*

I'm coming, I'm coming...
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[12 Sep 2004|09:14am]

bishiasu
Vicious just gave a nod not even looking back at Spike "yes...that is true" he responded quietly more in thought then anything, he let go of the keys and moved the hand out of his pocket opening the door walking in waiting for Spike at the stairs he was slightly annoyed by the wya Spike had answered but no more then normal there wasnt offen that Spike didnt get on his nerves, but what are friends for after all? he wondered why Spike kept himself in danger by having the three of them in a room together true its good to keep up apeprances but how could he not know that he knew. he wouldnt kill Spike or Julia not yet he didnt wish to lose all that kept him human, if he lost the two of them he would just be Vicious of the Syndacate, whatever would he have his only real 'friends' would be gone. he didnt wish that yet he just waited for one of them to mess up "...do hurry up" he siad as he stood by the railing waiting for spike.
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[12 Sep 2004|09:00am]

utate_kure
*Spike looked at Vicious, rarely blinking.*

I suppose since she's made us our past eight or nine meals, it wouldn't hurt to drop by Julia's again.

*Spike awaited Vicious' reaction, though he pretty much knew what to expect. Vicious didn't like Spike's sarcasm, especially when it came to Julia. Spike also knew that he was taking a risk at having the three of them spend so much time together, and didn't care. But, that's just the kind of man Spike was; A carefree gambler.

How much longer can we keep this up? He thought to himself, How much longer before we all die..?*
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[07 Sep 2004|05:12pm]

bishiasu
Vicious listened to the sound of Spikes foot steps such a different rhythm then his own he walked a bit faster then Spike even with the large bird on his shoulder, a hand rested on the hilt of his Katana and the other in his pocket. The pale man looked back at spike once though the mask of silver hair not speaking just looking at him as if to be assured his brother-in-arms was still there his own mind was off on his own thoughts, Julia most of all. The little things that had changed in there lives she still not living in his apartment though it hadn’t taken long for him to figure out why he could see the way they looked at each other. A blind man must be able to see that.
“…I suppose your coming over to my place…or shall we go to Julia’s to celebrate a job well done?” he asked in his cold monotone voice as the bird lifted from his shoulder and flew ahead of them he looked back before them not even waiting for his answer the hand on the hilt of the sword moved off and pushing the jacket back some made its way into the other pocket his eyes watching the side walk it really wasn’t that far of a walk for them from where they were dropped to Vicious’ apartment, when Spike had moved from the building to another Vicious had more or less figured it out a day that he came home early to surprise Julia and she wasn’t home. His eyes lifted as he watched a man just dodge walking into him Vicious was not the type to move for others they moved for him that’s just how its done. Knowing the building was close he grasped the keys inside of his pocket but didn’t pull them out he just had them so he wouldn’t have to dig for them at the door ‘have I not been good to her…or is he better…we are evenly matched I see nothing he has that I don’t have…’ he thought to himself not every would he admit that Spike was better at him at anything. But there was one thing Spike was most defiantly better at and that was being human, the show of true emotions and love must come easy for the fuzzy haired one, for Vicious it did not he had his demons and he was a fallen angel as he saw it. A Fallen Angel is far from human.
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*Walks around Tharsis City* [06 May 2004|01:51pm]

rainofblood
*It is a cool autmn day on Mars, Spike is found in the city wearing his usual get-up along with his old grey trench coat. He peers out into the road, then looks down at his communicator.*
Dammit, I wish Jet or someone would send me that information.
*He looks back to the road and whistles a light tune. He walks across the road to a bench he used to sit and smoke on. He sighs and digs through his pockets for a cigarette and putting his communicator away. He finds his cigarette and lighter, lights up, and relaxes. Something about the air is a bother. He sits and waits...*
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[06 May 2004|11:16am]

bishiasu
(I belive I shall leave the first post up to Spike, and Edward hopefully we will have more people soon.)
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