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  <title>l安達 絵美理 Adachi Emiri</title>
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    <title>airegular_girl @ 2009-10-25T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2009-10-25T14:51:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">"I'm not going to tell on you, Akito, you know that," Emiri is saying to the shark. She's walking around some sort of car of mysterious origin to us players thus far, occasionally looking up at her new residence to make sure that she will not be caught after curfew.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You're suited to this, because you know noise, and I just bet you can use those tuner abilities to figure out what the car can do." Or track the street, by the car's response. Could he do all that, if he wanted to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The only question is," she grins, wiping a speck of dust off the front with her shirt, "Did you show me this because I get to help?"</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:airegular_girl:1506</id>
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    <title>0 0 3 n y ; your heart's deepest desires</title>
    <published>2009-02-21T10:07:29Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It's early enough in the morning that the sun is starting to rise, but late enough at night that most are still asleep. Emiri hasn't been able to sleep, though she has tried, and Agito tried his valiant best to tire her out as well. There is &lt;i&gt;something&lt;/i&gt; keeping her up, some sort of longing, and she has only now figured out what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's interesting, how sometimes just the thought of Ringo calls to her, and it's far too overwhelming to deny. It's interesting when it hadn't started until that day in the classroom, it's interesting because it became so powerful so quick. But she isn't thinking about all of that right now. She's just thinking about sneaking into the other girl's bedroom and joining her on that bed of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She won't wake Ringo up. She's not that mean. Really, she's not that mean, despite the fact that after she slips into the bed, she's kissing Ringo lightly wherever she can. That won't ever wake her up, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really.</content>
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    <title>0 0 2 n y ;</title>
    <published>2009-02-21T06:45:23Z</published>
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    <content type="html">They're all alone at the beach, just her and Agito. As much love as she has for the others, the times that she has a chance to spend with Agito alone are special. She had made it -quite- clear to the others that if any of them went down to the beach anytime before they came back, they'd be kicked back to the house. &lt;s&gt;She also made out with Ringo for awhile to make up for it and bribe her into commandeering the others, but that's beside the point.&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She's been dozing for awhile, leaning against him as he builds once of his &lt;i&gt;awesome&lt;/i&gt; sand castles. But she woke up a few moments ago, and yawns as she considers what she wants to do. She has to get him away from the sand somehow, and while there are many easy ways, why not go for a &lt;i&gt;fun&lt;/i&gt; one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She wanders over to the water's edge, dipping her toes in for a moment to test the water temperature. It always takes a moment to get over the coldness and bite the bullet, after all! But she's in the water now, and not even looking back to see if he's watching - if he isn't, he will be soon enough! She dips into the water before standing, her hair dripping rivulets down her throat and to her chest, droplets slowly making their way down the curves of her breasts. She gathers her hair behind her head, holding onto it for a moment as she smiles brightly in his direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Emiri reaches for the fastening on her bikini top, undoing it and dropping the top into the water as if it's just an afterthought. She traces the path of the water down her chest then, her finger brushing just this close to her nipple, before she slips that finger in her mouth to lick off the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still. Smiling.</content>
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    <title>0 0 1 n y ;</title>
    <published>2009-02-15T05:55:01Z</published>
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    <content type="html">It's after the last class of the day and it seems that everyone else has left the room, even the teacher. Emiri hasn't really noticed, her backpack happened to spill all over the place when she got up to leave, and she is currently attepting to fix the mess and shovel it all back in. She is not the most organized of girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now she's leaning over to grab for hard to reach papers. One hand is propped on the ground and the other is grabbing underneath a chair, her legs spread for balance. Unfortunately, she doesn't realize this makes her skirt ride up, revealing cute little sky blue panties. Unfortunately, she also doesn't remember that she was thinking a little too much abouther boyfriend during class, therefore the panties are wet enough to be slightly transparent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a show for anyone who happens by, hmm?</content>
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