FakebunzJoin Date: 2008-02-07
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I stared at Hank and nodded smiling. "Yep." , I said. |
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Hank:....okay....*Does work* |
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I finished un-packing and wondered what to do with my day since i was shwoing up the second day of school.I lay on my reclienar. |
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FakebunzJoin Date: 2008-02-07
Post Count: 17321 |
I nodded and smiled agian and then sat down at my desk. I sighed as Mr. Hawk entered. "Good morning students. I'd like to... Who's this?" , He asked catching me. "Come up and introduce yourself , young man." , Mr. Hawk said smiling as he sat as his desk. I scowled and got up walking to the front of the class as I was surrounded by giggled. "Hello , my name is Alex Martinez , and I'm from Mexico." , I said looking at the class to Mr. Hawk. "Fascinating." , He said dismissing me to my desk. |
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Hank:....*thinks*hmmm interesting....very good english too... |
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FakebunzJoin Date: 2008-02-07
Post Count: 17321 |
I sighed still hearing giggles as I drew a turtle. |
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I grabbed my guitar and started to play."Im holden on your rope,got me ten feet off the ground.....And im hearing what you say but i just cant make a sound..."I sang. |
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Hank:i think the school bell rang. |
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My Raccoon knocked over his cage and i stopped playing,sighing,i picked it back up. |
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Hank:...why do you have a raccon?.... |
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(Doom,im in my apartment right now,NOT AT SCHOOL)
I walked into the kitchen and made myself a bowl of soup. |
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FakebunzJoin Date: 2008-02-07
Post Count: 17321 |
Finnaly the giggles ended and I looked up from my drawing. I looked on the board at some numbers and copyed them on the other side of my drawing paper. |
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Midge707Join Date: 2008-05-04
Post Count: 20975 |
Name: Amelia Silverfyre
A.g.e.: 16
Gender: F
Physical Appearance: She has wavy pitch black hair with silvery white ends and her hair reaches the bottom of her shoulder blades while her bangs cover her left eye. Her eyes are lavender and she has a pale skin tone.
Clothing: She wears a black tank top, an open white button down t-shirt, a loose black tie, tight black jeans that are shredded, black and white lace up converse, two three layer studded black belts, and three layer white studded bracelets on both wrists.
Items: Has a black backpack filled with her necessities, including a black laptop.
Skills: Wonderful Pianist, Writer, and an Artist.
Likes?: Rain, Wolves, and the Piano.
Dislikes?: Cemeteries and Thunder.
Reason you got a scholarship?: She got her Scholarship for many reasons, but mostly for her music arts.
Bio: Amelia is intelligent and talented none the less. She isn't one to drool or fall over for a guy either. She doesn't necessarily see things outside of her mind. Amelia mostly sees what she wants to see.
(Is that alright?) |
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Hana123Join Date: 2008-08-20
Post Count: 26621 |
I walk to class, Shaking |
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Hank:....Class is done...i think... |
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I grabbed one of my guitars and my amp and plugged it in.I started making up random riffs. |
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Midge707Join Date: 2008-05-04
Post Count: 20975 |
After looking around a bit, I go searching for a piano, eager to see what type the school owns. |
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Hank:....*listens to Hard core fantasy(music)* |
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(Who wants to time skip to the next day?)
I put my guitar away and started to fall asleep. |
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Midge707Join Date: 2008-05-04
Post Count: 20975 |
(I do, my character isn't doing much anyway.) |
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Hank:*goes home.*whew...i am bored. |
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(Next day below Tis Line ______________)
I snorted awake.6:15 Am.45 minutes till school.I grabbed a pear of blue jeans,a black t-shirt,Some black tennis shoes,and a pear of leather fingerless studded gloves.I walked into my bathroom and started to shower. |
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Hank:...jeez...Just fast forard to the weekend! |
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Midge707Join Date: 2008-05-04
Post Count: 20975 |
I sit in my living room after showering and dressing, to look over my piano pieces. I had another thing to play at after school and I still hadn't decided which ones to play. Maybe I'll figure it out at school. I pack my things into my black and white checkered backpack before heading towards the door. I turn to look at my house with a smirk, leaving my home. |
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I put my clothes on and grab my leather jacket,motercycle helmet,and keys.I put my guitar and amp in their cases,and then all my stuff in my black bag.I trotted out the door and down the stairs.I shoved my bag under the seat and pulled my helmet and jacket on.I put the keys in the ignitoin and roared out of the parking lot. |
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