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<blockquote data-quote="Dark Nemesis" data-source="post: 1555637" data-attributes="member: 11714"><p>-Watching Cloud Rice</p><p>Madison Public Library</p><p>Madison, Wisconsin</p><p>August 2, 2003</p><p></p><p>The child listens carefully to Cloud’s words, before nodding slightly. Her face held a seriousness to it that betrayed her age. “I hope so. You seem nice.” When Cloud tells her that she is brave, she beams, though the expression disappears when Cloud asks her name. She pauses for a long moment, thinking. “My name? I don’t know. I don’t remember.”</p><p></p><p>She looked like she wanted to say more, but is interrupted when a middle-aged man enters the room. He is tall, with brown hair and green eyes that were framed by wire-rimmed glasses. “Good day,” he says in greeting, offering Cloud a warm smile. His accent was decidedly British.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>-Mai Hoshiko</p><p>Aug. 2, 2003</p><p>Tokyo, Japan</p><p></p><p>Mr. Bell bowed his head slightly at Hoshiko’s words. “Thank you… Mai-san, is it? It took many years before I was able to master your beautiful language. Concerning tuition, most students are required to pay an annual tuition, though we do offer scholarships to students with… certain talents. This meeting is concerning those scholarships.”</p><p></p><p>As he spoke, he opened his briefcase a retrieved a few brochures. On the cover was a picture of what could only be described as a castle, surrounded by verdant forests. He handed a brochure to both Hoshiko and Ken. “I must apologize; I was remiss in not sending a brochure along with the invitation. I am sure you would like to see what the school actually looks like, before you even begin making any decisions.”</p><p></p><p>Ken held up his brochure, studying it with keen interest. “This place looks huge!”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>Marcus Stevens and Jonn Birkey</p><p>University of Pittsburgh</p><p>Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania</p><p>August 2, 2003</p><p></p><p>“What’s going on?” another voice echoed Jonn, belonging to an African-American man who was ascending the steps just behind them. The guy was huge, over 7 feet tall and muscular as well. He easily filled the stairwell. He was dressed nicely, in a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt, with a tie. He looked curiously at the closed metal door, before looking back at Jonn and Marcus.</p><p></p><p>At first, no one replied to Marcus’ shouting. The long silence that followed ended with the metal door opening once more, and a short red-headed woman stepped out. She hastily shut the door once more behind her, before leaning against it, taking a deep breath. “Whew!” Then, she noticed the three guys on the landing with her. “Uh… hey.”</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>-James Dunbar</p><p>New York, New York</p><p>August 2, 2003</p><p></p><p>As James listened, he briefly heard an unusual creaking sound coming from within the office. It stopped, and a moment later the door opened to reveal a tall, middle-aged man. He was dressed in a sweater and slacks, his brown hair combed into a neat style. He offered James a smile, his green eyes sparkling from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “Ah, Mr. Dunbar is it? Please, come in.” He stepped to one side allowing James entry. Looking into the office, James would see that it looked rather ordinary. The walls were lined with oak bookshelves, filled with books. The far wall was composed almost entirely of a window, which looked out onto the street below. Just before it was an oak desk, with a computer that hummed quietly. There were two chairs positioned before the desk, for visitors.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Dark Nemesis, post: 1555637, member: 11714"] -Watching Cloud Rice Madison Public Library Madison, Wisconsin August 2, 2003 The child listens carefully to Cloud’s words, before nodding slightly. Her face held a seriousness to it that betrayed her age. “I hope so. You seem nice.” When Cloud tells her that she is brave, she beams, though the expression disappears when Cloud asks her name. She pauses for a long moment, thinking. “My name? I don’t know. I don’t remember.” She looked like she wanted to say more, but is interrupted when a middle-aged man enters the room. He is tall, with brown hair and green eyes that were framed by wire-rimmed glasses. “Good day,” he says in greeting, offering Cloud a warm smile. His accent was decidedly British. -Mai Hoshiko Aug. 2, 2003 Tokyo, Japan Mr. Bell bowed his head slightly at Hoshiko’s words. “Thank you… Mai-san, is it? It took many years before I was able to master your beautiful language. Concerning tuition, most students are required to pay an annual tuition, though we do offer scholarships to students with… certain talents. This meeting is concerning those scholarships.” As he spoke, he opened his briefcase a retrieved a few brochures. On the cover was a picture of what could only be described as a castle, surrounded by verdant forests. He handed a brochure to both Hoshiko and Ken. “I must apologize; I was remiss in not sending a brochure along with the invitation. I am sure you would like to see what the school actually looks like, before you even begin making any decisions.” Ken held up his brochure, studying it with keen interest. “This place looks huge!” Marcus Stevens and Jonn Birkey University of Pittsburgh Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania August 2, 2003 “What’s going on?” another voice echoed Jonn, belonging to an African-American man who was ascending the steps just behind them. The guy was huge, over 7 feet tall and muscular as well. He easily filled the stairwell. He was dressed nicely, in a pair of black slacks and a white dress shirt, with a tie. He looked curiously at the closed metal door, before looking back at Jonn and Marcus. At first, no one replied to Marcus’ shouting. The long silence that followed ended with the metal door opening once more, and a short red-headed woman stepped out. She hastily shut the door once more behind her, before leaning against it, taking a deep breath. “Whew!” Then, she noticed the three guys on the landing with her. “Uh… hey.” -James Dunbar New York, New York August 2, 2003 As James listened, he briefly heard an unusual creaking sound coming from within the office. It stopped, and a moment later the door opened to reveal a tall, middle-aged man. He was dressed in a sweater and slacks, his brown hair combed into a neat style. He offered James a smile, his green eyes sparkling from behind his wire-rimmed glasses. “Ah, Mr. Dunbar is it? Please, come in.” He stepped to one side allowing James entry. Looking into the office, James would see that it looked rather ordinary. The walls were lined with oak bookshelves, filled with books. The far wall was composed almost entirely of a window, which looked out onto the street below. Just before it was an oak desk, with a computer that hummed quietly. There were two chairs positioned before the desk, for visitors. [/QUOTE]
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