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<rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" version="2.0"><channel><atom:link rel="hub" href="http://tumblr.superfeedr.com/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"/><description>The blue haired Mutant</description><title>Cirillo's The name</title><generator>Tumblr (3.0; @cirilloweston)</generator><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/</link><item><title>Okays... I'm gonna go to sleep now... ;;</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow is gonna be a horrible busy.. and blegh day&amp;#8230; so wish me luck!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="141" src="http://media.tumblr.com/240c06e7f643698f6beb083f526e50e7/tumblr_inline_mfifjaiZJH1rwt0uq.gif" width="250"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41260247113</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41260247113</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:37:00 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Mini interrogation</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreadzebub.tumblr.com/post/41259340731" target="_blank"&gt;dreadzebub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41258932876/mini-interrogation" target="_blank"&gt;cirilloweston&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreadzebub.tumblr.com/post/41258551780" target="_blank"&gt;dreadzebub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;-Dread walked behing them, with a lightly smile on his face, but soon he mre fast, towards the entrance and opened the door for Joel, who was too busy with Azary on her arms.-
&lt;p&gt;Dread took the keys of the car from his pocket. He never used the transportation when he was with Azari. She was more comfortable in a car. More if we are talking about Joel’s Ferrari.  The vehicle was front the restaurant, parked crossing the street.  He pointed with the alarm keys and opened it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;-Joel walked over to the car when he opened it, moving the front seat back so she could carefully step inside with the little girl still in her arms. Placed her in the seat next to her and pun on the seat belt. As for the boy, he just watched, once Joel and Azari were both set, he moved the passenger seat forward and sat down in front. All quiet now, neither one of them wanted to wake up Azari.-&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;And finally Dread, took his place in the seat driver, closing the door behind him and turning on the engine of the car. He slowly left the parking, driving towards home.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Did you like the food?” he asked calmly at Cirillo, but with his eyes on the street.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8221;..? Um&amp;#8230; yeah..&amp;#8221; -He replied thinking of how the only thing he did was swallow th chunks of food to get them down the hatch and not actually  chewing to taste the food.-  &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41259854004</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41259854004</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:30:52 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Mini interrogation</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreadzebub.tumblr.com/post/41258551780" target="_blank"&gt;dreadzebub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;-Dread walked behing them, with a lightly smile on his face, but soon he mre fast, towards the entrance and opened the door for Joel, who was too busy with Azary on her arms.-
&lt;p&gt;Dread took the keys of the car from his pocket. He never used the transportation when he was with Azari. She was more comfortable in a car. More if we are talking about Joel’s Ferrari.  The vehicle was front the restaurant, parked crossing the street.  He pointed with the alarm keys and opened it. &lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Joel walked over to the car when he opened it, moving the front seat back so she could carefully step inside with the little girl still in her arms. Placed her in the seat next to her and pun on the seat belt. As for the boy, he just watched, once Joel and Azari were both set, he moved the passenger seat forward and sat down in front. All quiet now, neither one of them wanted to wake up Azari.- &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41258932876</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41258932876</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:16:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>what was it like for you going through puberty?</title><description>&lt;p&gt;“… A real walk in the park… I mean every teenager loves it.. add the fact of me being a mutant with powers that I loose control of.. it was peachy…”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="300" src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/7109c70ff387ad86e0fae11d68f614fe/tumblr_mghn2qYtnT1rklld0o1_250.gif" width="245"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41258701902</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41258701902</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:13:10 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>On the Rocks</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41258165812/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257908037/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;cirilloweston&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41257554415/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Her grin stayed wide, enjoying his reaction and the fact that he’d been willing to at least try it. “Different sounds like the right word for it.” She chuckled. “Good different?”&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Too soon to say..” -He replied, just to make sure took another try, a big gulp this time to appreciate the flavor more… naturally the alcohol was a thing he needed to get his tongue used to because he made the same weird face again.- *cough cough*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Errrpppp.. yeapp.. interesting different..”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;Sadie’s brain was nice and warm and fuzzy by this point and she giggled, leaning her face into her palm as she watched him. “Interesting different can be good.” Grinning reached and broke off one of the leaves from their ice sculpture and stuck the tip in her mouth to suck on. “See? Told you, it’s more fun if you like the taste.” She chuckled.&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Fun?&amp;#8221; -He asked watching her, and taking another long slurp of the drink. He didn&amp;#8217;t see how this was any fun, but okay she was giggling and smiling  now so that made him smile too.- &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41258395673</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41258395673</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:08:39 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>ooc: finally in homeeeeeeee</title><description>&lt;p&gt;-hugs- Your job is horrible! LOL&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257998133</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257998133</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:02:53 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>On the Rocks</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41257554415/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Her grin stayed wide, enjoying his reaction and the fact that he’d been willing to at least try it. “Different sounds like the right word for it.” She chuckled. “Good different?”&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Too soon to say..&amp;#8221; -He replied, just to make sure took another try, a big gulp this time to appreciate the flavor more&amp;#8230; naturally the alcohol was a thing he needed to get his tongue used to because he made the same weird face again.- *cough cough*&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Errrpppp.. yeapp.. interesting different..&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257908037</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257908037</guid><pubDate>Wed, 23 Jan 2013 00:01:35 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>TMI stands for Too Much Information - i.e. someone shares unpleasant personal things, like gross habits they might have.</title><description>&lt;p&gt;ooc: ahhhhh~!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Cool beans!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Thankies! &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257686397</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257686397</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 23:58:24 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Ask me some TMI Questions or some shit IDFK</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://terminallycapricious420.tumblr.com/post/41226332218/ask-me-some-tmi-questions-or-some-shit-idfk" target="_blank"&gt;terminallycapricious420&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" src="http://media.tumblr.com/58a1b434689857359ffbdab3ecfd67ae/tumblr_inline_mh1tsjMpZL1rpzzt0.png"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257559639</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257559639</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 23:56:30 -0500</pubDate><category>ooc: I have no idea what TMI means but what the heck!</category></item><item><title>On the Rocks</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41257013070/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41256892405/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;cirilloweston&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41256639342/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Her smile tipped and she nodded, handing him the glass. “Sure.  You can even spit it out if you change your mind.” She chuckled. “Hope you like coffee.” &lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“…….. I love coffee…”-He said while taking the glass she handed him. Cirillo didn’t bother sniffing the drink, like he normally would do, but just went in for the sip… to try it out…- “………………….” -After swallowing he made a strange expression wrinkling almost all his face.-  &lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;At his expression she couldn’t help but laugh, leaning back then forward against the table again. “Aaah, sorry kiddo. Guess that means you don’t like it?”&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;uurrghhh.. &amp;#8221; -He stared down at the drink.- &amp;#8220;It&amp;#8217;s not nasty like beer&amp;#8230; but I&amp;#8217;m not sure&amp;#8230; it&amp;#8217;s different&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; -He chuckled glancing over at her with a slight laugh- &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257381209</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41257381209</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 23:53:53 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>On the Rocks</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41256639342/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41256479126/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;cirilloweston&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41176135169/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;One of her eyebrows arched at his serious tone, surprised by it as she’d been watching him play with the soda.  After a second the corner of her mouth slipped into a light smirk and she nodded, glancing away. “Yeah. You’re probably right…” She lowered the glass, having already taken a sip. “A shame to let it go to waste though…” Her grin flashed wider and she arched a brow at him again, holding the glass out toward him. “Wanna try it?”&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-She was bound to ask, and he was bound to refuse. Cirillo stared at her glass for a few seconds then placed the coca cola sphere down on the table while it froze then cracked.-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Ummm… maybe just.. a sip?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Her smile tipped and she nodded, handing him the glass. “Sure.  You can even spit it out if you change your mind.” She chuckled. “Hope you like coffee.” &lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;.. I love coffee&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221;-He said while taking the glass she handed him. Cirillo didn&amp;#8217;t bother sniffing the drink, like he normally would do, but just went in for the sip&amp;#8230; to try it out&amp;#8230;- &amp;#8220;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;&amp;#8230;.&amp;#8221; -After swallowing he made a strange expression wrinkling almost all his face.-   &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41256892405</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41256892405</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 23:46:48 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Mini interrogation</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreadzebub.tumblr.com/post/41175898163" target="_blank"&gt;dreadzebub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Dread couldnt understant what the hell was happening but anyway, he shrugged and smiled.
&lt;p&gt;“Oh poor girl, maybe she ate too much. Its like you love, Happy with the stomach full. ” - He said smiling and glaring at Joel and remembeing when she was able to eat 25 buckets of icecram.-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Well blondy still has the capacity of doing that, but chooses to do it privately. She cradled her baby girl in her arms and walked around the table smiling at Dread before heading towards the exit. Cirillo just walked quietly behind her with his hands tucked in his jacket sleeves.- &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41256670906</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41256670906</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 23:43:38 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>On the Rocks</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41176135169/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41175428405/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;cirilloweston&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41174982465/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;“Very true.”  She smiled faintly, then shook her head, chuckling. “Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t mean to bring you down. Let’s talk about something else, yeah?”
&lt;p&gt;The waiter seemed to have picked up on something of what she was up to, because not two minutes after she set the glass down he was setting another drink in front of her. Sadie shot him an appreciative half smile and slid her fingers around the glass, even as he gave the ice sculpture on there table an odd look before walking away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-He lifted the his hand and moved the liquid away from the glass making move up in the air forming a sphere then caught it in his hand like a baseball. Looking straight at Sadie very seriously.- “Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much….”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;One of her eyebrows arched at his serious tone, surprised by it as she’d been watching him play with the soda.  After a second the corner of her mouth slipped into a light smirk and she nodded, glancing away. “Yeah. You’re probably right…” She lowered the glass, having already taken a sip. “A shame to let it go to waste though…” Her grin flashed wider and she arched a brow at him again, holding the glass out toward him. “Wanna try it?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-She was bound to ask, and he was bound to refuse. Cirillo stared at her glass for a few seconds then placed the coca cola sphere down on the table while it froze then cracked.-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Ummm&amp;#8230; maybe just.. a sip?&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41256479126</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41256479126</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 23:40:57 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Okays... gonna turn myself in...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Good night you all!&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img height="138" src="http://25.media.tumblr.com/1ef58679f4142b46f00d010dc105ad75/tumblr_mghn8l2p9y1rklld0o1_250.gif" width="250"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41175926305</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41175926305</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:28:52 -0500</pubDate><category>I'll reblog tomorrow</category></item><item><title>dreadzebub:

-dancing slow-

“…OOoh brother….....</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/0c3f310188f856637ee6aead82489f0a/tumblr_mh0hkxBVuk1rsn9szo1_500.jpg"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreadzebub.tumblr.com/post/41175462533" target="_blank"&gt;dreadzebub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;-dancing slow-&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“…OOoh brother….. Can’t you guys get a room or something?!” -frowns- &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41175670388</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41175670388</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:25:10 -0500</pubDate><category>ooc: KAWAII~!!!!!</category></item><item><title>On the Rocks</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41174982465/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;“Very true.”  She smiled faintly, then shook her head, chuckling. “Sorry, kiddo. Didn’t mean to bring you down. Let’s talk about something else, yeah?”
&lt;p&gt;The waiter seemed to have picked up on something of what she was up to, because not two minutes after she set the glass down he was setting another drink in front of her. Sadie shot him an appreciative half smile and slid her fingers around the glass, even as he gave the ice sculpture on there table an odd look before walking away.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-He lifted the his hand and moved the liquid away from the glass making move up in the air forming a sphere then caught it in his hand like a baseball. Looking straight at Sadie very seriously.- &amp;#8220;Maybe you shouldn&amp;#8217;t drink so much&amp;#8230;.&amp;#8221;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41175428405</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41175428405</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:21:41 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Mini interrogation</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreadzebub.tumblr.com/post/41174799556" target="_blank"&gt;dreadzebub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;-The waitress arrived and Dread payed the ticket with his credit card. The devil thanked for the food ,to the waitress and he  prepared to stood up.
&lt;p&gt;“it’s everything ok?” He asked feeling himself out of the place, while he glared at joel and Cirillo, noticing how they were looking at him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Cirillo had his hand over his jacket pocket where he kept his wallet and Joel was holding her purse. They both shook their heads like idiots. Blondy then stood up and lifted Azari who was falling asleep over the chair now, interesting little girl, when Joel moved the child Cirillo stood up and then walked around the table pushing the chairs in.- &amp;#8220;Alright&amp;#8230; we can skip the sweets for today&amp;#8230;&amp;#8221; -Joel whispered.- &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41175116949</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41175116949</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:17:18 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>On the Rocks</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://frosted-reject.tumblr.com/post/41173903271/on-the-rocks" target="_blank"&gt;frosted-reject&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;Her shoulders shifted in a shrug and she sipped from what was left in her glass. “Eh, don’t worry about it.” A short huff of a dry chuckle came from her and she sighed on a hum, sitting up straighter for a moment. “Was just up there to watch the sunset, last one of the year, ya know? Instead I ended up falling five stories.”  Her expression hardened for a moment as tears threatened to break through the warm haze she had building, but she pushed them down and grinned faintly. “Keep thinking if I could just go back. Fuck the sunset, I’d just go straight to my boyfriend’s, no detours. …But who knows. If I did go back, probably just end up with both of us dead. Then Pravus wouldn’t have anyone… and as much as this feels like some one cut out my innards with a dull spork, I think that would be even worse.”
&lt;p&gt;Forcing out a sharp deep breath she drained her glass and set it down on the table with a soft thump, finally looking back up at him with a dull half grin and shrugging one shoulder. “Gotta be thankful for what I do have, right?”&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;-Cirillo watched her quietly as she spoke, that was a horrible story. The ending sucked&amp;#8230;. He looked down at his hands then nodded at her.-&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&amp;#8220;Your still alive&amp;#8230; and your not alone.. so yes, that is a bit to be grateful for..&amp;#8221; &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41174319146</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41174319146</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:06:20 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>miss-azura:

20 minutes earlier…

</title><description>&lt;img src="http://24.media.tumblr.com/0eb1e34d0bf20f14fd6858553ceaacd7/tumblr_mfv3yiDzak1qkdnoro1_500.png"/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://miss-azura.tumblr.com/post/41173833314/20-minutes-earlier" target="_blank"&gt;miss-azura&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;blockquote&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;20 minutes earlier…&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;&lt;img alt="image" height="374" src="http://media.tumblr.com/a2b65342af99e06981bd65745cddbd88/tumblr_inline_mh0ggwiIN71qdik2u.png" width="500"/&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41174065817</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41174065817</guid><pubDate>Tue, 22 Jan 2013 00:02:55 -0500</pubDate></item><item><title>Mini interrogation</title><description>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreadzebub.tumblr.com/post/41173112445" target="_blank"&gt;dreadzebub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41171521078/mini-interrogation" target="_blank"&gt;cirilloweston&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;&lt;a class="tumblr_blog" href="http://dreadzebub.tumblr.com/post/41171338425" target="_blank"&gt;dreadzebub&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;div&gt;Dread lifted both hand and waved them, “ok! ok! cake! just take it easy girl!!!” he said nodding and now looking ar cirillo. “What about you? wanna cake too?” he asked to him&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;“Ummm….. I’m good, thank you…” -He replied moving his right hand up as a sign that he was full.-&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;-“Mmmm are you sure? well, maybe we can buy churros in the way to home.” He added and smiled at him. Dread want be angry with Cirillo, and now he felt bad for slapped him.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;“Ok guys just let me pay for this” he took his wallet and called the waitress&lt;/p&gt;
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&lt;p&gt;-Now this was even more awkward, both Joel and Cirillo weren&amp;#8217;t used of others paying, so this was something to get used to, the only spoiled princess here so far was Azari.- &lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41173302123</link><guid>http://cirilloweston.tumblr.com/post/41173302123</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 Jan 2013 23:52:18 -0500</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
