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Zakari
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Oct 01, 2011 04:05PM

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Me: Um.
Marisa *Alpha State* wrote: "Rudyards wrote: "Me: Where shall we go?"
Me: IDK
@ Thera wanna RP with us?"
Me: I think the garden might be nice. I could post first.
Me: IDK
@ Thera wanna RP with us?"
Me: I think the garden might be nice. I could post first.

Me: O.o"
Luna: You'd better not call me a name again, bud, or I swear I'm gonna--
Me: *pushes Luna out the door* Better.
Me: *pops in to say hey* Hey!
Fabiana: Redundant.
Me: Not caring.
Fabiana: Redundant.
Me: Not caring.

Me: IDK
@ Thera wanna RP with us?"
Me: I think the garden might be nice. I could post first."
Me: Sure.

Rinette: It's better to not associate with people because you never know when your best friend will die.
Me: Okay, Rinette, I think it's time to go! ^^'
Me: I obviously missed something in a half hour.
Fabiana: This is the time where you get on so you don't.
Me: Exactly. Coming earlier next time.
Fabiana: This is the time where you get on so you don't.
Me: Exactly. Coming earlier next time.
Me: How about, well somewhere outside preferably.
Thera (I'm losing what I don't deserve) wrote: "Me: The lake, maybe?"
Me: Sounds good.
Me: Sounds good.



You walk into a dark room, a small, shabby place lit only by the flickering lantern set carelessly on the nightstand near the back. Peeling wallpaper adorned with flowers lines the walls, and the floorboards creak as you walk through the door. In the corner of the tiny space sits an old rocking chair, and in this rocking chair sits a girl. You only see her silhouette—and her eyes. Large, dark brown eyes that gleam in the weak light. You approach her slowly, as if she were dangerous, but you know she’s not. Not without her potions.
“Sit,” the dark figure says suddenly, eyeing you. You’re so surprised to hear her voice, to realize she’s spoken first, that you jump. You give your head a quick shake and take a seat on a stool nearby, keeping your eyes on the flickering lantern.
“Tell me your story,” you mutter, so quietly that the girl asks you to speak up. “Tell me your story,” you repeat. "That's why I came. To hear it." The girl sighs, as if she has heard this request time after time after time.
“It all started nine years ago, in May,” she begins, her voice taking on a hollow, sad quality…
Thumbs up or thumbs down?

@Zakari, no..."
Me: Ah. Well, she's there. Could you take a look?
@Hope: Thumbs up! But the history isn't usually told in that... point of view.


@Zakari, no..."
Me: Ah. Well, she's there. Could you take a look?
@Hope: Thumbs up! But the history isn't usually told in that......"
Me: Yeah, I know. I'm trying to be creative, you know?
Me: That rp was so cute, yet short.
Me: Now I'm hooked again. Thanks.
Me: This isn't directed at anyone in case anyone has done it recently, but I hate it when people act as if their charrie can read what you wrote. It seems like everyone is a mind reader.
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