engelRuseJoin Date: 2011-03-04
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(Um... you need to prepare every meal but dinner...)
(Accepted...) |
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(Ok then, pretend I said, "Wanna go see what we have to make breakfast?"* ) |
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MagicazJoin Date: 2009-07-11
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Ebony opened her eyes. She sighed, and slid off her bed. The floorboards creaked as she hastily padded across her room to her clothes, being careful not to trip over the uneven boards. She took a quick shower before heading downstairs. As usual, she ignored the thick layer of grime that covered everything, and hoped that she wasn't too late to make breakfast. |
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Raven
I decide to make my own breakfast, that, or fall asleep again. |
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engelRuseJoin Date: 2011-03-04
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Kaylee
I grabbed my bag and ran out of my room. As I ran down the dusty hallways I kept one hand up near the wall and stared at my feet, trying not to trip. If I tripped I would probably cut myself on a rusty nail. No one would really care if I did.
I stopped on the boy's floor, near one of the staircases, thinking. I imagined walking around this horrible place, blood dripping from a long deep cut. No one really noticed the cut, not even the orphanage workers. They didn't try to eat me.
'Kaylee the orphanage workers are DEMONS not vampires,' I told myself as I came back to reality. |
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keyra14Join Date: 2009-01-19
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Alexandria
I walk out of the room, and make way down to the kitchen. |
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Angela
With no reply I walk out and run to breakfast. I come across Kylee(Hope I spelled right) "Rushing right?" I asked her with a chuckle. |
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keyra14Join Date: 2009-01-19
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Alexandria
I bound down the stairs, sighing. |
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CalspriteJoin Date: 2010-09-25
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$Adsila$
Addy walked downstairs, her hands out to keep her balance on the rotting floorboards. |
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engelRuseJoin Date: 2011-03-04
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(O.o no. That is a different name. It is Kaylee. Kay-lee.)
Kaylee
I stared at the girl strangely. I had never talked to her. I didn't even know who she was. I shook my head, ignoring her as I walked into our living room. Children were sitting on the floor eating bowls pf cereal. It was one of the few foods we had. I nodded to my little brother who was talking with a few other lucky kids. His 3 weeks of spoiling was almost over.
"Hi Kaylee," he yelled as I walked to the kitchen. "Hey Marcus," I whispered quietly as I searched through the cabnits, looking for some poptarts, hopefully some good ones. |
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CalspriteJoin Date: 2010-09-25
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[ :O! Do you KNOW how much SUGAR one PASTRY of a POPTART can bring into YOUR BODY?
Months worth of your normal sugar. ]
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engelRuseJoin Date: 2011-03-04
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(She wants a poptart though D: you cant stop her from having one!!!!!!!) |
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CalspriteJoin Date: 2010-09-25
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[ FINE. I will LAUGH when she is TWITCHING from all the SUGAR put into her BODY from the PASTRY. ] |
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engelRuseJoin Date: 2011-03-04
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(She most likely wont find a box of poptarts that hasn't gone bad....) |
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keyra14Join Date: 2009-01-19
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[VICTORY FOR THE BROS! CLEVERBOT BROFIST'D >:D THE BROS REING VICTORIOUSSSS >:D HAHAHAH! TAKE THAT BARRELZZZ!]
Alexandria
I walk into the kitchen when I get there. I look around. Cereal. All I could find that was edible was CEREAL. Whatever. It's gotta do. I see Marco sitting on the floor munching cereal out of the palm of his hand. That's what he did, I guess. I pour myself a bowl of cereal, then walk away. I sit down in a corner, and begin to eat.
[OMNOMNOM. not] |
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engelRuseJoin Date: 2011-03-04
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Kaylee
I frowned as I searched through the cabnits. Cereal. Cereal. Cereal. Moody bread. Cereal. Cereal. Poptarts! Wait these are no longer good... Finally, when I had searched the entire cannot I found gingerbread poptarts. They were still more pr less edible and "healthy." |
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engelRuseJoin Date: 2011-03-04
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Moody. Moody bread. How os bread moody. I meant MOLDY BREAD) |
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keyra14Join Date: 2009-01-19
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Alexandria
I think making a few friends would be better than sitting around, wasting notebook paper. I keep eating my cereal, boredly. |
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CalspriteJoin Date: 2010-09-25
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[ No you meant moody. :P ] |
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keyra14Join Date: 2009-01-19
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[O SHAWNA.]
Alexandria
I finished half of the bowl of cereal in moments, barely thinking. I finished the rest in just the same amount of time. I grumbled, and stood up. I walked back into the kitchen to put the bowl away. |
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engelRuseJoin Date: 2011-03-04
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Kaylee
I quickly unwrapped my poptart and began fearing little bite size pieces of it. Mmmm... This was actually good. I sat on the island in the middle of the kitchen, watching everykne else in the crowded kitchen. |
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engelRuseJoin Date: 2011-03-04
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TEARING. Not fearing. Oh and everyone... this is getting annoying...) |
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keyra14Join Date: 2009-01-19
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[lolz dude]
Alexandria
I put the bowl down on a counter, and walk off. I start toward the stairs. |
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MagicazJoin Date: 2009-07-11
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Ebony
I groaned. People were already heading tothe stairs from breakfast. Just my luck. I hoped that i wasn't too late, like usual. I sullenly continued walking down the stairs, avoiding lose floorboards and the many rusty nails that dotted them. |
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Cs:
Name: Leo(nardo) Nathaniel Archer
A.ge: 17
Gender: Male
Gift: Soul Screamer. He is a really good Soul Screamer, using it routinely on unsuspecting people. He flexes his power like a muscle, learning he can heal, wound, kill and steal a soul.
Appearance: Black hair, dark eyes. His skin is pale, with no freckles or anything of the like. He is average in height and weight. He wears a white, long-sleeve shirt, that he rolls up to his elbows. He also wears black pants.
Personality: He is strange, somewhat insane. He tends to have a few personalities, a strategic, yet shy person, is his normal personality. When he becomes frustrated he will turn into an angry, yelling fool. When he becomes embarrassed, he will turn into an even shyer person, in this personality he cannot talk. In overall, he likes to write and draw.
Bio: His mother died at birth, and his father, a fireman, died doing his job.
Roommate:None yet. Anybody?
Items: He doesn't have much besides his clothes. He has a notepad and a few pencils.
Other: Pancakes that are purple.
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