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One Line (Actually IDK what this is anymore...)
If you saw me on the street, you'd think I was just a normal kid.
But if you looked closer, you would find something sticking out of my pocket of my jeans, something that a normal kid wouldn't have.
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(By the way Bookland, IT'S SO FLUFFY I'M GONNA DIE!!!!)
You're probably wondering why I have a half-red, half-white ball in my pocket, why I'm wearing a silver chain around my neck, and why I'm smiling.
It's because I'm a part of a secret biker gang that smiles, wears chains, and carries half red, half white balls.
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They call us the Pokemen, and our job is to look like silly teenagers who play Pokemon, and then get our next victim.
Our bikes are painted whit and red, with our main pokmon that we use.
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(YES SOMEONE SORTA KNEW WHERE I WAS GOING WITH IT...kinda XD)
Mine is a bublbasur (I think I spelt that correctly XD)
(K, I'm lost. I know nothing about Pokemon!!)Anyway, I was walking down the street, and I saw a juicy victim...*evil grin*
Brooklyn (Bubbles!! My bubbles) wrote: "(K, I'm lost. I know nothing about Pokemon!!)Anyway, I was walking down the street, and I saw a juicy victim...*evil grin*"
I advanced towards them: a gangly boy about sixteen, with long brown hair, and dark grey eyes.
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9thats okay bookland....I was jsut in a HUGE pokemon nerd moment)
There's nobody with him, and I wonder what he'll bring to our awfully mean gang of Pokemen- the fresh member might carry a bit of Pleasure.
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(ummm, not sure what that means, Ana. sorry.)"Hello," I said, my voice dripping with kindness, "Who are you?"
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The boy looked up frightened.
I smiled and hooked my arm through his, leading him down the street. "It's ok, I just want to meet you!" I said, in what I hoped was a bright tone of voice.
He continued to stare at me with a scared look in his eyes, "Can I p-please just go home?"
I looked offended. "Don't you want to be my friend?"
Suddenly, he grinned wickedly, and kicked me in the face.
Shocked, I stumbled backwards. "Ouch," I said, somewhat stupidly.
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But he wasn't done, and I got another kick to the face for my trouble.
"The Pokemen gang will finally be defeated!" the kid shouted, and I relealized that this deffinatly wasn't our new recruit.
I was a bit too late in realizing that, though, and the next thing I remember was waking up bound and gagged.
I spent a couple of minutes trying to worm out before I saw someone in the corner of the room that was giving me a big grin.
It was my new friend, the gangly boy who apparently knew karate. Uck.
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It dug into my mouth and I frowned at the pain.
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In return I shot a fireball at his head.
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he doged with the best grace i've seen a boy have, and i've seen some graceful boys!
Still smiling, he pressed a button on the wall, and searing pain ripped through my back, the part touching the table I was on. "I wouldn't try that again," he said.
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I glared at him, trying to look intimidating and failing. Epically.
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I was getting really sick of this, but the gag kept me from talking.
He opened a door I hadn't noticed before, and was about to leave the room, when he ducked his head back in. "Oh yeah, if you think this is bad, wait til you meet the boss. You'll wish you had never heard of the Pokemen."
A few minutes later a large boy with black and red hair, walked in, with a Sonic shirt, and I realized that not only had I been abducted, but i'd been kidnapped by the Sonic gang.
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The gag was untied and I screamed some unmentional things...
"A Pokeman?" the leader asked, "Hmph, which one are you?"
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He drew his hand back and slapped my cheek.
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He wiped the spittle from his face, licked it off his hand, then laughed at me.
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"Now, let's try this again. Who are you?"
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(should be said the way Mushu did ^^)
I realized how pathetic that sounded, tied up, unable to use my powers, completely helpless, my face looking like I sucked on lemons for fun. (jk, forget that part. I just wanted to make fun of Ana. :P)
Person 1: Once upon a time, there was a fluffy pink unicorn.
Person 2: It was owned by a fluffy pink giant who loved it very much.
Person 1: One day, it decided to run away.
Person 3:
and it goes on and on and on and on and on and on...
(ignore my bad example. We'll call this how NOT to do it. Try to make it more interesting and less pink and fluffy. :P)