The Mortal Instruments Roleplay [etc] discussion
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Clarence :P
(last edited Jul 25, 2010 10:33AM)
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Jul 21, 2010 12:31PM
We are sorry to see you go.
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Of course! I only fall of the earth on mondays.
It's amazing!You should actually try it.
Soda wrote: "Ok! * gets a running start!*"Make sure to LAUNCH yourself off the edge with your head tucked and your feet pointed.
=) It's probably, like, dinnertime where you live, I'm guessing.
I normally don't eat until 8-9, because that's usually when my mom gets the idea to make dinner. =P
=) She's just really busy, but when she does cook, it's AMAZING.
=) My dad cna make a few things well... his chickens great.
My mom just made me a chicken ceaser salad for lunch and it satisfied me. =)
I also had a white nectarine. =) Love them.
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I am way too addicted to GR and I need to narrow down my groups. Sorry!
I made Clare and Soda into Mods, so have fun. Anyway, love y'all.
You get a title!! I will give you a title.
Also, you can delete topics and comments, and you can rename topics and stuff.Basically you can reorgazine things.
I couldn't think of one...what do you want it to be?
You go to "members" scroll down to your name and click add title. It's pretty easy from there.
That's fine!! I was too...back in the good old days. ;)
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YES! I haven't chatted with you in FOREVER!!I was going to curl up in a digital ball and cry if she was gone FOREVER!!
BUT KNOW SHE IS BAAACK!!!
=) =) =)
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:P haha, made my morning, Soda.
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I was going to curl up in a digital ball and cry if she was gone FOREVER!!
BUT KNOW SHE IS BAAACK!!!
=) =) =)"
Made my morning again.
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Yes... this topic is confused but marvelous.
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Same. :P
But I have to help clean the kitchen....then I'll be back.
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Where is she?(that is a vital point in the finding process)
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This was her first post, take from it what you will:
Madsen-Jannes slumped to the ground, scraping her back on the bricks behind her. Silent tears fell down her face in tiny rivers, eyes closed and lashes wet. Other than the subtle movements of her shallow breaths, the young girl didn't move any longer.
