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ALTAIRxEZIO .:MExTYLER:.Ezio: Look, Altair!Altair: What NOW Ezio?Ezio: A sheep (:Altair: A sheep WTF IS WRONG WITH YOU?Ezio: *Eyes begin to fill with tears.* Nothing. God why are you so mean?Altiar: Ezio, please take a long look at yourself. And.. is that a fuckin flower?Ezio: Christina gave it to me!Altiar: GAH! *rips the flower away from Ezio and eats it.* NOM NOM NOM!:Ezio: *GASPETH!* Altair.. I HATE YOU! IT WAS SO BEAUTIFUL! IT REMINDED ME OF MINE AND CHRISTINA'S SEX!! FFFFFFFFFFAltair: *smack*Ezio: Wh-what?Altair: Shut up you big oaf and kiss me.Ezio: Ex-excuse me?Altair: You heard me. I said SHUT THE FUCK UP and FUCKIN KISS ME.Ezio: Whe-helllAltair: No wells, buts, ands, or ifs dammit.Ezio: Jesus, Altair.Altair: Jesus has nothing to do with this. Now kiss me dammitEzio: WELL MAYBE IF YOU'D ASK NICELY!Altair: Nice? Me nice? AND YOU SHOULDN'T BE TALKING YOU WOMANIZER!Ezio: W-womanizer? I am not!Altair: Ezio, how many woman have you been with?Ezio: Uh...Altair: My point exactly.Ezio
Ass-Creed: PhotocopierHumming gently, Desmond turned the handle to the photocopier room.It was locked shut.Groaning to himself, Desmond fell against the door. "Oh jeez." He'd been sent to photocopy some files for Altair. They were supposedly urgent.Scowling to himself, Desmond looked down at the papers he held, frowning at the panting breaths that were coming from behind the door. "Ezio, get your pants on! I need to make photocopies!" He called out, tilting his head back."I hate to point out the obvious, but my pants are most definetely on, Desmond." Ezio raised an eyebrow. "What's going on?""Someone's having sex in the copier room and it isn't you?" Desmond stared at him. Ezio blinked, and stood next to Desmond, pressing his ear to the door."I can't tell who it is." He frowned, and stood back. "Guess we wait till they're finished..."Desmond laughed, and crossed his arms. "Well, this is a little wierd. If Shaun and I aren't in there, and you and Leonardo aren't in there, who the hell is in there?" He
PatP: ProblemEzio shook his head frantically. "N-no, don't say that. I can't accept your feelings no matter what you say. I lov-"Ugo's hand was over his mouth before he had the chance to finish. "Don't say it. If I have to, I'll make you see that I'm better."The brunet shook his head, pulling back and averting his gaze. "Fine...do what you want, but don't tell anyone about Altair and me."His only true football friend nodded his head in agreement. "I'll keep it secret, but it won't matter anyway. You'll be my boyfriend before long. Not that kid." Ugo moved passed him and opened the door, walking down it and letting the door shut quietly behind him with a grin on his face. Determined.Why is it that everyone in this school is insane?! Ezio grabbed his head and yelled out. The girls are crazy, the guys are crazy! I can't get rid of the girls and now I've got Ugo to worry about? It's like God's laughing at me!His mouth was wide open, just staring in disbelief.Robotically, Ezio made h
PatP: DealI'm going to see his room... Ezio looked around again, as if he hadn't seen the front entrance before noticing that Altair was already heading up the stairs. He hurried after him walking slightly behind him so he didn't get in the other's way. I wonder what it's going to be like. I'm sure it's got something like handcrafted stuff around...since he's in wood shop.Once he reached his door, which was already cracked open he lifted his right hand and pushed the door away to reveal an ordinary room. White walls with bookcases full of books on things that had caught his interest, a TV placed atop a medium sized surface, his bed laying in the far corner of the room.A few of his projects from woods were in placed in certain areas where they would fit. Even some large pieces of paper with sketches for weapons and things were located in random spots on the wall, some a little too close to another than others but it obviously showed that the images went hand in hand. Other than th
Encounter: Chapter 5Damn, it's been 5 days since Altaïr woke up from the coma thingy. The 14th day in this fucked up hospital. Altaïr is doing fine now, and Lucy feels better about it too. I'm glad. But what's gonna happen next? When are we busting ass out of here? I mean, it's not like I want to go back to Abstergo, but I feel like there is something needed to be done there. I dunno. I don't know what.- - - - -Why the hell am I writing this? I mean, noting down how I'm feeling shit. Well, there is nothing else to do other them sit down and scribble. It's only taking up very little time... I'm bored to death... Actually, Altaïr talks to us a lot. He tells me and Lucy stories about himself: places he has been to, his childhood, what is was like back in his time, his life as an assassin. I really think that he's an interesting guy... there's this feel about him. It's different. Everything is OK now but I still feel that there is something going on still in Ab
AlexDes Highschool pt.1Desmond Miles burst though the door of his History class. "Mr. Miles, you are fifteen minutes late!" Shouted his teacher Mr. Malik."I'm sorry, sir."The historian and engineer teacher sighed and pinched the bridge of his nose. "Take you seat, Mr. Miles.""Yes sir
" he mumbled.He took his seat next to his friends Rebecca Crane and Shaun Hastings. "Second time this week, Desmond, and its only Thursday," Rebecca teased.Desmond sighed. "Ezio and Altiar have me cramming for something called the Brotherhood, I think it's a family thing."Shaun shrugged. "Well all you missed was the fascinating history of The Cold War, mostly just America's part.""You three, quiet.""Yes, sir," all three of them said at once."That's your homework for the night, get it done of detention for all of you."The students just mumbled knowing that groaning would only get them either more homework or a check on their term work. "Mr. Miles, may I talk to you?" Mr. Malik asked.Shaun and Rebecca raised an eye