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OOC: Contact Info
If you ever need to talk to me, please do not hesitate to do so. Feel free to contact me for whatever purpose (plotting, general questions, relationships, etc.) you feel is necessary.
Name: Chris
Personal Journal: hurricane_chris
E-Mail: hurchris@ptd.net
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OOC Note
For this AU, Athrun's father, Patrick Zala, was an ambassador to Japan from an ambiguous European nation. He was pretty good at it, too -- until his wife, Lenore, was killed in a terrorist attack. After that happened, he slowly began to lose his sanity ( Read more... ) -
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Valentine's Day...
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Hey, uh. I'm sorry the party didn't work out. There weren't enough people staying on campus over the holidays. Don't worry, I'll try to make it up to you ( Read more... ) -
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What in the world?! Mr. Clyne, you didn't have to do this!
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[Friday morning, before homeroom starts. Athrun opens his shoe locker and three envelopes fall out. He squats down and picks them up, frowning.]
More love notes? This makes ten this week... I don't think I got this many the past two Decembers combined.
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I forgot just how quickly the cooler weather can set in here. I guess that's what I get for being back home this time last year. At least I've still got my jacket, but this one's getting old. I should try to pick up a new one.
[[Filtered to the computer/robotics club]]I had an idea for another activity for us. We could take a plot of land and set ( Read more... ) -
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[To help promote the haunted house, Athrun has been wearing a paladin costume around campus all day. For something he put together in about two weeks on a limited budget, it's pretty detailed. If asked why he's in costume, he'll namedrop the haunted house ( Read more... ) -
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[Athrun stops by his mailbox. Sure enough, like there is this time every month, a letter from abroad, addressed to him, is sitting in there. He takes it out, locks the mailbox, and drops down at a nearby bench to open it. First he pulls out a pink and yellow paper, which he looks at, sighs, then folds it up and puts it in his pocket. Then he pulls ( Read more... )
