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Post by Professor Xia Yang on Aug 24, 2010 11:53:05 GMT -5
The classroom appeared as usual: desks lined into neat rows and Professor Yang drinking his coffee at his desk.
The door was open.
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Post by Jane Ebonwood on Aug 28, 2010 16:19:56 GMT -5
"Hello sir..." Jane said as she walked into the classroom. She oaused before she took her seat. "There's a class today, right?" That wouldn't look good, if she couldn't keep track of what day it was.
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Post by Professor Xia Yang on Aug 28, 2010 16:49:46 GMT -5
"Yes, there is?" He replies, looking up with a smile on his face.
Face, yes, face. Yang certainly can't see hers.
Strangely absent qi is coming from this girl - might as well ask a few questions.
"So... Jane," he takes a gulp of his cup of black Joe, no cream or sugar added, "why do you wear that hood all the time?"
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Post by Jane Ebonwood on Aug 30, 2010 17:48:07 GMT -5
Dammit. People were bound to ask eventually, that much was certain. Why did it have to be a teacher. "I don't want to talk about it." She muttered. "It's important. Necessary, even."
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Post by Professor Xia Yang on Aug 31, 2010 1:40:04 GMT -5
Yang gave a mysterious smile.
"I see." He innocently looked around, "it's an awfully bright room; you must not like light, then."
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