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Shayla’s comments from the A Group for Random People Who Like Random Stuff & Friends & Anime Lovers group.

Lorelei trudged sleepily into the commissions office.
Victoria tugged at Lorelei's sleeve like an eager four-year-old, but with a serious face.
Lorelei jerked awake and yawned silently.
"Sleepy, are we know, Miss?" The owner asked unexpectedly.
"Yes, sir. Didn't get much sleep last night because I was tending to the garden," Lorelei lied, trying to sound as though her home was big and open, not small and enclosed with limited space.
Victoria jumped forward at the first-sight of the nearest dog. The dog, nonchalantly, kept walking without a care. Victoria looked confused, but kept on going. She looked at Victoria and made the hand gestures for, 'What is wrong with dog?'
Lorelei looked at the Owner. "She's wondering why that dog didn't pay attention to her."
The owner sighed, "Our dogs are specially trained to not react to other humans when or anything outside their work zone when...well...they are at work."
Lorelei explained with Signing.
Victoria nodded and kept walking.
The own stepped inside and whistled. Immediately, three young ladies with three dogs, a chihuahua, a spaniel, and a poodle mix, lined up in front of them.
Lorelei hesitated. "I'm Lorelei."
The owner's eyes widened. "Oh yes! Nevermind."
The ladies walked away.
"We have your dog ready for you." The owner kept walking.
Victoria and Lorelei followed.

After about half an hour, Trista came up to her door, unlocking it with the key. She tossed the keys onto the counter and walked on inside. "Here we are," She half-smiled.

Trista nodded, grateful. "I only want to help. There will be no trouble." She promised them and herself. Mainly herself. She walked after them.
Crystal reluctantly followed.

your sister's friend's zookepper boyfriend's lion tamer's banker's zoo keeper's petshop owner girlfriend's hair's brush's owner's dog's groomers' storybook's moral's creator's daughter's lawnmower's son's father is having fun.

...

A doubled over clown?

^Truly
V Wants to know what it is?

"I mean it. You guys could finish out the school year, at the least. Please," Trista asked, half-begging.
Crystal looked crossly at her sister.

Lorelei pulled into the barking lot of a red brick building rambunctious with barking. She clapped her hands over her ears briefly before stepping out of the car and closing the door.
Victoria looked as though she were to burst with excitement. A dog! A real dog! She wanted to scream.
Lorelei stuck on head phone into her ear, playing her favorite song.
I see your face
I see your eyes
What you feel is no surprise.
It just depends on what you believe in.
She sighed and strutted down the rocky lane professionally.
Victoria followed, skipping as though she were still 7 years old.
Lorelei walked up and knocked on the door, putting her ear to it. "Hello?"
Victoria knocked harshly.
Lorelei stumbled back, but regained her balance as the large metal door shifted open, revealing a barn-like structure with many a door lining the inside.
"Please, come with me." The man gestured for them to walk to the admissions office.
Lorelei followed with Victoria close behind.

Lorelei eyed the toaster. Come on, ya stupid bagels. Pop!
Five seconds.
Pop!
Lorelei caught the toast in mid-air with a plate under them. She thinly buttered them with a pump of the liquid butter in the bottle. She filled two glasses with milk and headed to the table.
Victoria stood there, wide-eyed. She patted her leg and looked up pleedingly.
Lorelei sighed, placing the trays on the table. She nodded a simple yes and headed to a chair, only to lift her glass of milk to her mouth.
Victoria sat down, a penatraiting, gleeful smile upon her. She tooka swig of her milk, licking off the milk mustache.
Lorelei stiffled a giggle and then straightened her posture. She wore a jean skirt and a brown shirt advertising her flower shop with a blooming daisy on the front and the logo for 'Wilma's Wildflowers...as dandy as our freshly picked danelions'. She yawned and bit into the toasted bagel. After quickly finish breakfast, she slid on her strappy white sandels with a quick buckle and grabbed her black leather purse.
Victoria swiftly gulped down her meal and followed Lorelei. She straightened out her I am hearing-impeared, here me roar! red shirt, from her fifth grade playgroup, and flattened out her knee-length kaki capris. She adjusted her red headband with the rose and skipped out the door with white sneakers on.
Lorelei started the car, waiting for Victoria.
Victoria snatched the bright red collar from her hook and ran to the car.

Name: Roshala
Age: 21
Gender: Female
Appearence: Roshala is very pale, but not vampire pale. She has rosey red cheeks and daisey blue eyes. She normally has red finger nails. She has spindly appendages and a small head. She has striahgt blonde hair.
Personality: Feindish, sly, and serious. Those words describe her at first sight. She can fake any emotion easily.
Background: She was a rich young one and unusually generous. This generosity led to greed and the ambition to help the poor. She figured that the poor were just as greedy so she became frantic and shut down. When opened back up, she was a new person and with a new drive: to destroy all those who do good.
Power: She can move things with telepathy.
Other: She and Rosa are sisters.

Name: Rosa
Age: 17
Gender: Female
Appearence: She is tan and has purple-hazel eyes. Her nickname as a kid was 'spirit dog' because she has one blue-ish hazel eye and one red-ish hazel eye. Her hair is curly and blonde.
Personality: She is jazzy and upbeat at afar, but feindish and manicacal up close.
Background:
Same as Roshala except she is slightly less evil and was always smirky and uptight.
Power: She has the power to shapeshift into animals that are real.
Other:

DOG
Name: Motzart
Age: 3 years
Gender: Male
Appearence:
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Personality:
Motzart is very energetic and a good listener. He is easily agitated sometimes. He hates silent, far off noises. DO NOT scratch him under the chin or touch his tail.
Background:
He was born the runt to a champion Cavalier King Charles Spaniel. He was considered usless and donated to a Sevice Dog Training Academy. He has been trained and is ready to be assigned.
Power: He has no real power, but can communicate through thought to Victoria.
Other: He is Victoria's HEARING AID dog.

Trista stepped back. "That's right, I'm Trista." She blinked and continued, "I was just thinking. We could help. We give you shelter while living her while you help us figure out what happened to our parents. That's all we want to know. We could help you, too. That is...if you need it..."

Oh...

Miss mouth will?

^Yes. Algebra.
< Creeper is *coughDuwancough*
V Thinks the same?

It's a crab...

your bro-kun's internet lover's cat's owner's hairdresser's eagle's zoo keeper's umpaloompa's daughter's banker's ghetto lover's mother is having fun.

sure he is

Trista put a hand on Catrina's shoulder. "I didn't here an answer. Yes or no?"
Crystal bit her lip. Oh, God, no.

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