Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s
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Master of Puppets (I'm pulling your strings)’s
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((Like that. But you talk in Quotation marks, "like this."))"Because twenty dollars is a small fortune! You could buy a small house for that!" Johnny still looked awestruck. Where did this girl come from? Where did she find such riches? And how does she not know that herre, money is a very rare find, and ten cents gets you a long ways in life?
Johnny stood up. "The least you have is twenty bucks? You must be rich! I haven't had more than a dollar since... a long time! How did you get so much money?"
Johnny looked at the money in his hand, and back at her. "This... this... this is a lot!" He finally managed.
((Yes! That's right.))Johnny stopped playing and looked up at her. He looked down at the money, took it tentatively in his hand, and looked at her again. It's obvious that he was speechless. He tried to get some words out, but they just came out as stutters.
You might want to read the Specialties page, first. And put a space between Appearance: and her appearance.
((This is the final road. The Big Empty. The end of Civilization. No one knows what lies on the other end, but there are rumors of a technologically advanced society that somehow survived the Great War. Many daring adventurers have tried to reach the other side of the blistering, sun-scorched canyon they call The Lonesome Road, but none have made it. Are you brace enough to try? Once you leave the crossroads, there is no turning back.))
Johnny B. Goode sat on the corner of a street, playing his guitar with his hat out for tips. He just needed a few more dollars, then he could be on his way...
Name: Johnny Burton GoodeGender: Male
Age: 18
Appearance: http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia...
Hometown: Koppland
Rivals: None yet.
Friends: None, yet.
Specialties: Charismatic, Skilled with his hands(hence his skill with the Guitar), but very easy to surprise, and prone to making mistakes
Destination: The end of the Lonesome Road.
Goal in Life: Reach the end of the Lonesome Road, guitar in hand.
((Did you send Anna your poem about me and Amae?))"Good." Lucas quickened his pace.
((...Maybe? I haven't checked yet.))
((Did you send Anna your poem about me an Amae?))Lucas paid no attention. "I just want to get a move on," he said, mostly to himself.
