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Mews Legacy and Lara
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Lara
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Mar 01, 2014 12:30PM
Hey :)
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Can you post them again?
The one with the girl that is a science experiment and running for her life. And the boy that is a street kid and a bit of a bad boy, but gentle deep down. Or
A prince blamed for treason, and a princess forced into marriage. They run away and meet.
First oneI'd like to be the girl, or we can try to do Duobles
No it's totally fine, you can be the girl :)
:) Thanks, and I pressed A too fast and offered my Entei
oh... i see :) so do you have a character u would like to use?
For the girl, I haven't though of something yet, but I will
Name: e-00021(Calls herself Jazz)
Age: 16
Looks:
https://d22d7v2y1t140g.cloudfront.net...
History:
After her mother handed her over, she was renamed e-00021, then they started to play with her DNA, adding other DNA until she almost died, they have taken as much DNA from her, but she's still left with an odd ability to move things without touching them.
A week ago, she ran.
Name: JasonAge: 17
Looks: brown hair, medium length. Chocolate brown eyes. Heavy eyebrows and hang over his eyes when he's serious. He's got a diamond stud in his right ear.
History: Family died when he was young. He was left to fend for himself on the streets. He had to make a reputation for himself, so he keeps up the bad boy act to survive.
Ok, can you post first?
Sure.Jason ran a hand through his brown hair and glanced at the street in front of him. The setting sun was sending golden rays across all of the buildings around him. This was his territory, and he had worked hard to make it that way. He huffed through tight lips and put his bike into gear. Pressing the clutch, he spun around the corner and drove down the road, not even waiting for the stoplight to turn green.
Jazz moved slowly, starved as she was. She jumped and fell into the wall as a bike rashed past, then moved into an ally, hoping that it wasn't Them.
Jason turned his head slightly, surprised to see a girl in these parts. This was his country. He turned his bike slowly and drove back. He would find out who she was. "Who are you?" He asked casually, "And what are you doing here?"
Jazz moved father back and looked at the wall. A brick fell.
Jason moved closer, wondering why she had not answered. "Who are you?" He repeated. "What are you doing on this side of town?"
Jazz looked around, three more bricks fell, then they started moving, her heart was going to beat out of her chest, she still wasn't used to calling herself Jazz. "E-00- No, Jazz."
Jason crossed his arms, eyeing the wall that seemed to be falling apart on its own. What was with that? "Ok. So, Jazz. What are you doing in these parts?" He asked, his voice low.
A brick flew through the air and landed at her feet. Her heart was beating so fast, and then the van drove by.
Jason raised a brow, "Did you do that?" He asked suspiciously.
She didn't answer him, just wtched as the van stopped and five guys got out.
Jason's frown deepened as he turned and spotted the van, "Come on." He said, getting on his bike and holding a hand out to her.
Jazz didn't move, then watched as a brick flew at them. Then she grabbed his hand.
He pulled her onto his bike behind him, speeding off down the road. "You owe me." He said, smiling briefly back at her. He drove to a more secluded part of town.
Jazz held on tight, her heart still pounding.
He stopped in front of an old clock tower and slowed the bike to a stop, swinging off it. "Here we are."
Jazz got off and stood on shaky legs.
Jason wheeled his bike into a hidden panel on the side of the church attached to the clock tower. He then opened up a door to steps up to the belfry of the clock tower. Holding it open, he motioned for Jazz to follow him, before starting up the steps.
Jazz looked around, ehter way, there was a fair chance of dying. She looked up and down the street, seeing the Van start to turn a corner and bolted inside.
Jason jogged up the steps two at a time, checking every couple of minutes to make sure Jazz was following. He reached the top and pulled out a key, opening the door there.
Jazz stopped when he did, then waited.
He opened up the door and pushed inside. "Welcome to my humble home." He said, gesturing to the small room. "Now that we're safe, you have some explaining to do."
"Like what?" Jazz asked and stayed in the doorway.
"Like how those bricks moved. And why those guys were chasing us. And who you really are..." He said, frowning slightly.
Jazz shook her head. "I-I can't." She stuttered.
Jason crossed his arms. "Why not?" he asked her slowly
Jazz just started to shake. Something hit the ground and started to roll. "I can't cause I don't know what it is."
"So you are doing it?" He asked suspiciously.
"I think I am, I don't know."
Jason nodded, "And what about those guys? Who were they?"
"I think that their trying to take me back."
"I don't know."
"You don't know...so why are they trying to take you then?"
"I don't know, I just don't know." She wanted to cry, but she wouldn't.
Jason softened. "How long have you been running?"
"A week I think, I don't know."
