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Alex {Son of Apollo} wrote: "LET THE PERNICO FANDOM PROSPER!"
Pernico! I ship it:3
Pernico! I ship it:3
Okay...I'm writing this Alex Rider fanfiction...about a contract killer I made up and Yassen:3 Want to hear the first chapter?? I need to know if it sounds interesting XD
Okay, it will take me a few minutes to type it up:P
OHMYGOSH, POLANDBANANAS FINALLY HAS READ THE FAULT IN OUR STARS!
I can't find my paper with the first chapter on it._.

http://www.quotev.com/quiz/4472132/Yo..."
Haha, no duh :P

=_= ._.
Alex {Son of Apollo} wrote: "ஐtђє є¢¢єиtɾïɔ мυѕι¢ℓσνιиg ฬєเг๔๏ஐ♫ι gσт вυяиє∂, вυт уσυ'яє тнє яєαℓ ℓσѕєяஐ♫ wrote: "I GOT HADES!
http://www.quotev.com/quiz/4472132/Yo..."
Haha, no duh :P"
-_- :3
http://www.quotev.com/quiz/4472132/Yo..."
Haha, no duh :P"
-_- :3
Alex {Son of Apollo} wrote: "ஐtђє є¢¢єиtɾïɔ мυѕι¢ℓσνιиg ฬєเг๔๏ஐ♫ι gσт вυяиє∂, вυт уσυ'яє тнє яєαℓ ℓσѕєяஐ♫ wrote: "I can't find my paper with the first chapter on it._."
=_= ._."
NEver mind. I FOUND IT. It was in my vocabulary book:P
=_= ._."
NEver mind. I FOUND IT. It was in my vocabulary book:P
BEHOLD! This is just a draft so it's not that good:P
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My name is Scarlett Rose Ebony. The first and last name are fake, though. It's better that you-for both you and I, to not know my real name. There are only seven people out of seven billion people in this world who know my real name. My mom and dead(Who both are dead.)my brother and sister(Who I haven't spoken to since I left home at age eight.)and two other people. Who were better off dead anyways. And of course, me.
I'm nineteen years old, and a contract killer. Before you start judging me, or calling the police(I strongly advise that you don't call the authorities, though. That'd be a bullet wasted. On you.) I just want you to know, that I'm not a cold-blooded murderer who kills just for fun. I kill for one reason. The money. And that's it.
Money doesn't buy you happiness? Yeah, right. Last time I checked, money buys you food, water, and shelter. Not love, or friendship, or anything like that. I'm more happy when I'm alive. Not dead.
So, yeah..you could say I'm dangerous. But don't worry. As long as you don't give me a reason to kill you, and you're innocent, it won't be worth my time to put a bullet between your eyes. We clear? Good.
Who do I work for? I work for anyone who has money. Anyone who needs somebody dead can count on me to do the job. Cleanly. Without flaws.
So, I guess if you're reading this, you want to know how I met him. How I met Yassen Gregorovich. I'll tell you my story. But this is classified information. If you share this information..well, let's just say..you'll regret it. A lot.
Next chapter:
I was walking down the crowded streets of Beijing, China. As usual, my hair was tucked under a cap. With a brown wig covering it. My eyes were covered with black shades, something a hipster in America would wear. I wore a simple teeshirt that said "I love NYC" and jeans. Over top of my shirt, was a jean jacket. A handgun inside, and a dagger. I had a black camera hanging loosely on my neck. A perfect tourist disguise.
I turned a corner, where a nice-ish hotel sat. I made my way through the automatic revolving doors, slightly impatient. These things always managed to annoy me.
I made my way up to the front door, stating my name, which was currently,"Lily Smith."and showing my fake ID.
The receptionist nodded, handing a dangling key to me. Room 624.
I nodded curtly as she said,"Enjoy your stay here in Beijing!"
I headed towards the elevators, walking past the waiting area. As I neared the panel of up and down buttons, my hand reached out to press the button with an arrow pointing up, but was beaten by a young man, maybe a year or less older than me. He looked at me. Observing like an expert. Looking at my jean jacket, that concealed my well-hidden weapons inside. He scanned every inch of me, and right away, I knew he was different.
His eyes flew up to my wig, and I locked my gaze with his pale blue eyes, daring him to keep examining me. Without a word, he turned away.
The elevator doors slid open, and with a slight, mocking bow, the guy gestured to the doors, letting me enter first.
Irritated, I stepped in, then leaned against one of the walls of the cube-shaped area.
The man also stepped in, the doors sliding shut behind him.
Crossing my arms, I said, without a trace of accent in my voice,"Lily."
He looked at me."Yassen."
"Interesting name."
"Yes, it's Russian. I suppose an American, such as yourself, wouldn't know though."He emphasized on American. He knew I wasn't American.
"I suppose you're right."I responded coldly.
Suddenly, Yassen was closer to me, he held a red curl between his thumb and index finger. He examined it thoroughly. I realized with dismay, that a curl fell out of my cap, and stood out from my brown mousy wig. How could I have been so careless not to notice?!
Eyes boring into mine, he said flatly,"Interesting."
"Indeed."Placing both hands on his chest, I shoved him away."Nice meeting you."Then, right after I shoved him away, the elevator doors slid open with a ping! Without looking at him, I stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway.
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My name is Scarlett Rose Ebony. The first and last name are fake, though. It's better that you-for both you and I, to not know my real name. There are only seven people out of seven billion people in this world who know my real name. My mom and dead(Who both are dead.)my brother and sister(Who I haven't spoken to since I left home at age eight.)and two other people. Who were better off dead anyways. And of course, me.
I'm nineteen years old, and a contract killer. Before you start judging me, or calling the police(I strongly advise that you don't call the authorities, though. That'd be a bullet wasted. On you.) I just want you to know, that I'm not a cold-blooded murderer who kills just for fun. I kill for one reason. The money. And that's it.
Money doesn't buy you happiness? Yeah, right. Last time I checked, money buys you food, water, and shelter. Not love, or friendship, or anything like that. I'm more happy when I'm alive. Not dead.
So, yeah..you could say I'm dangerous. But don't worry. As long as you don't give me a reason to kill you, and you're innocent, it won't be worth my time to put a bullet between your eyes. We clear? Good.
Who do I work for? I work for anyone who has money. Anyone who needs somebody dead can count on me to do the job. Cleanly. Without flaws.
So, I guess if you're reading this, you want to know how I met him. How I met Yassen Gregorovich. I'll tell you my story. But this is classified information. If you share this information..well, let's just say..you'll regret it. A lot.
Next chapter:
I was walking down the crowded streets of Beijing, China. As usual, my hair was tucked under a cap. With a brown wig covering it. My eyes were covered with black shades, something a hipster in America would wear. I wore a simple teeshirt that said "I love NYC" and jeans. Over top of my shirt, was a jean jacket. A handgun inside, and a dagger. I had a black camera hanging loosely on my neck. A perfect tourist disguise.
I turned a corner, where a nice-ish hotel sat. I made my way through the automatic revolving doors, slightly impatient. These things always managed to annoy me.
I made my way up to the front door, stating my name, which was currently,"Lily Smith."and showing my fake ID.
The receptionist nodded, handing a dangling key to me. Room 624.
I nodded curtly as she said,"Enjoy your stay here in Beijing!"
I headed towards the elevators, walking past the waiting area. As I neared the panel of up and down buttons, my hand reached out to press the button with an arrow pointing up, but was beaten by a young man, maybe a year or less older than me. He looked at me. Observing like an expert. Looking at my jean jacket, that concealed my well-hidden weapons inside. He scanned every inch of me, and right away, I knew he was different.
His eyes flew up to my wig, and I locked my gaze with his pale blue eyes, daring him to keep examining me. Without a word, he turned away.
The elevator doors slid open, and with a slight, mocking bow, the guy gestured to the doors, letting me enter first.
Irritated, I stepped in, then leaned against one of the walls of the cube-shaped area.
The man also stepped in, the doors sliding shut behind him.
Crossing my arms, I said, without a trace of accent in my voice,"Lily."
He looked at me."Yassen."
"Interesting name."
"Yes, it's Russian. I suppose an American, such as yourself, wouldn't know though."He emphasized on American. He knew I wasn't American.
"I suppose you're right."I responded coldly.
Suddenly, Yassen was closer to me, he held a red curl between his thumb and index finger. He examined it thoroughly. I realized with dismay, that a curl fell out of my cap, and stood out from my brown mousy wig. How could I have been so careless not to notice?!
Eyes boring into mine, he said flatly,"Interesting."
"Indeed."Placing both hands on his chest, I shoved him away."Nice meeting you."Then, right after I shoved him away, the elevator doors slid open with a ping! Without looking at him, I stepped out of the elevator and into the hallway.

Nice draft, Meiyu! Just check the first paragraph... xD
THANK YAH, and okay. And Alicia Keys?? How did she help you survive??????????O_O I'm really confused now. Though i'm almost always confused..so..nothing new there. Lawl. Alicia Keys sang Girl on Fire right?? That used to play all the time on the radio..bleughhhhhhhh. *Bangs head on wall*
Do you have any enemies who want you dead?;)

Alex {Son of Apollo} wrote: "Any enemies? No... at least I hope not <.<"
Good
Good
ƹ̵̡ӝ̵̨̄ʒ τríssċär ƹ̵̡ӝ̵̨̄ʒ ι'м иєνєя ωнσ уσυ тнιик ι αм, вυт αℓωαуѕ ωнσ уσυ вєℓιєνє мє тσ вє wrote: "haiiii!"
HIHIHII!
HIHIHII!
having an internal conflict on if I should role play or do homework
YOUR TITLE, TRISSY!(Can I call you Trissy?:3) I'm in love. With Fan.<3333.
O_O Fang...like..Fang from Maximum Ride...or Fang from somewhere else?@_@
O_O Fang...like..Fang from Maximum Ride...or Fang from somewhere else?@_@
#thisisimportantbattlestofight
ஐtђє є¢¢єиtɾïɔ мυѕι¢ℓσνιиg ฬєเг๔๏ஐ♫ι gσт вυяиє∂, вυт уσυ'яє тнє яєαℓ ℓσѕєяஐ♫ wrote: "YOUR TITLE, TRISSY!(Can I call you Trissy?:3) I'm in love. With Fan.<3333.
O_O Fang...like..Fang from Maximum Ride...or Fang from somewhere else?@_@"
Yeah you can call me Trissy.
AND YES THE ONE FROM MAX RIDE! OHMYGOSH!!!!!
O_O Fang...like..Fang from Maximum Ride...or Fang from somewhere else?@_@"
Yeah you can call me Trissy.
AND YES THE ONE FROM MAX RIDE! OHMYGOSH!!!!!
Lawl. And YAYYAYYAYYAYYAYYAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AND OHMYGODS YESSSS!!!!!!FANG<3
hahahaha. ANDOHMYGOSHINTHEFIRSTBOOKWHENTHEYKISSEDANDIWASJUSTLIKEAHHHH!!!
IKR IKR IKR IKR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH! HAVE YOU READ THE WHOLE SERIES? I'VE ONLY READ....THE FIRST 2 BOOKS DX
And sorry...I was eating dinner(Vegetarian taco.)
NO! I'M ON THE SECOND BOOK!!!!!
COOL! I LOVE THAT ONE:D THE 3 BOOK ISN'T AVAILABLE AT THE LIBRARY RIGHT NOW..DX
WHO'S YOUR FAVORITE CHARACTER? BESIDES FANG.
I LOVE NUDGE AND IGGY!!! AND GAZZY!
I LOVE NUDGE AND IGGY!!! AND GAZZY!
I'm going to go take a shower. Adiosss
WELL THATS HARD
I LOVE ANGEL! AND ONE OF MY FRIENDS AND I WERE TALKING AND SHE RANDOMLY MENTIONED THAT WAS LIKE NUDGE! SO NOW I'M NUDGE AND SHES ANGEL!
I LOVE ANGEL! AND ONE OF MY FRIENDS AND I WERE TALKING AND SHE RANDOMLY MENTIONED THAT WAS LIKE NUDGE! SO NOW I'M NUDGE AND SHES ANGEL!
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Cool xD