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    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]"I like guys with scars," Terri mumbled quietly as she shoved another spoonful of what could be considered dinner down her mouth.[/fancypost]

    terri's voice rang through his head. you're weird, i like that. I like guys with scars... "hmmmm.." he swallowed another bite.


    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]"Something on your mind?" Terri asked without looking up at Jean. She flicked a strand of hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]Terri pushed away the plate of food. "Okay this is pretty disgusting," she muttered, nudging the plate further from her.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]"Back to the dorms?" Terri suggested, pushing herself up from the table. She took the opportunity to take a good look at Jean. Broad shoulders, overall sleek frame, tall... a little bit like Lawrence, except French and amazingly cute.[/fancypost]

    Jean stood up, his motions calculated, no excess energy spent. "better zhan here." he said. He looked Terri over. She had a slender, lithe frame, but she wasn't as thin as some girls he'd seen; their waists threatening to snap in half. Her hair was full, eyes bright with energy. The kid analogy came back to Jean, although she was definitely more mature. Jean couldn't wait.


    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]Slowly, Terri made her way back to the dorms, letting herself take in all of the building. It was big, no doubt, and she wanted to get familiar so she wouldn't look like a fool if she got the job. That would be incredibly embarrassing.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]"Yeah... I don't know if I'm gonna ever get used to it," the girl replied, looking round the corner. Again she saw the lit class symbols, awaiting their new mercenary.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]"Oh good for you," Terri said, passing the corner. "My memory sucks."[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]"Mostly bad stuff," Terri said, looking down. "I remember getting expelled from highschool, I remember the police showing up at my door to tell me my parents were dead, I remember getting bitten by that crocodile," she said. "But I also remember the hours I spent alone in the outback."[/fancypost]

    Jean laid a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Sh** happens. You shouldn't focus on zhe past though. It's unhealthy."


    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]"I try not to think about it," Terri said, blinking away the dazed look in her eyes.[/fancypost]


    [fancypost bgcolor= # bordercolor=# borderwidth= 0px; width: 400px; overflow: auto; width: 250px; height: 100px;]"Uh.. okay?" Terri agreed, following Jean closely behind. She was curious as to know where he was going to go.[/fancypost]