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Post by fracturedprince on May 19, 2006 19:10:34 GMT 10
Sleep.. The one thing that was prized by this young sorcerer. It was Monday and he needed to get to work, living did cost money. He had been threatened in the past about his behaviour at work, he was always walking out and disappearing. But that was only natural at his age, he did need his freedom. If he ever felt caught he just had to leave.
Though this was the very thing that always seemed to place Waite in danger. Not that people were a problem, it was just that cars move a lot faster when they have a target.
(ooc: its a joke, and it is true.)
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Post by Akuma Ookami on May 20, 2006 9:09:39 GMT 10
(OOC: Matt, no new powers/secrets, that make them Gary-Stu's, through the middle, mmkay? ) It seemed today that Jaize had walked to the park. He sat down on one of the open benches and looked at the scenery. Not many people were out, well, most people were smart enough to stay out of the wind. Which, of course, caused him to shiver after thinking about it. So he stretched out on to the bench and stared up at the sky. (OOC: Oh, and Jade, you spelt 'Untitled' wrong, I think... Meh.)
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Post by YahNe on May 20, 2006 17:01:33 GMT 10
(OOC: LOL! O-M-G! I did too... wow... you're the first person to mention my typo... dammit! CHEERLEADERS ARE AFFECTING MY BRAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIIIIIIIN! ... Is it affect or effect?)
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Post by Akuma Ookami on May 20, 2006 17:25:31 GMT 10
(OOC: ... I don't know...)
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Post by fracturedprince on May 20, 2006 23:12:09 GMT 10
(ooc: I think that i might have this post dedicated to the cat, Midnight.) (ooc:: in the handbook, familiars can communicate clearly with their master through a telepathy link)
It was shortly after the departure of his companion and that was when Midnight woke. He was much the same as Waite and even had some of the same mannerisms. It's just that no one other then his companion could understand him.
He left the apartment soon after eating the food that was given to him in his bowl. He had no where special to go, it's just that he needed to be close to his friend. It was only natural that they stay together, even if Waite never knew about it.
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Post by Fractured Princess on May 26, 2006 23:19:02 GMT 10
Envy closed her eyes for a moment and took in her surroundings using her other senses. It always seemed to calm her. Scoping the park one more time before looking down at her artwork, she found herself less then satisfied by the image on the page. Growling she stood and threw her book hard to the ground before storming toward the park. She was tired of her art. It always seemed to mess up in some way. Thiking of what she had just seen she shuddered. The twisted figure just kept showing up But she could never remember drawing them; it spooked her.
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Post by Akuma Ookami on May 27, 2006 9:38:43 GMT 10
(OOC: Oooo... Twisted figures...)
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Post by Karasu on May 29, 2006 8:18:05 GMT 10
(OOC: Spooky. o.O -_-)
Trevor groaned and looked at his clock -- 11:00 AM flashed at him in unforgiving red -- letting out a small irritated noise from the back of his throat he threw his covers back over his head -- let it be known -- he never had been a day person.
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Post by Shadowed Writer on May 29, 2006 8:29:44 GMT 10
Ianthe stretched out on her couch as she watched her favourite movie for the twentieth time; her unlife hadn't been that adventurous lately and prey had gotten easier to find. She switched off her TV and headed towards the spare room of her apartment; Anna hadn't been home in weeks; what had happened?
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Post by fracturedprince on May 29, 2006 17:23:31 GMT 10
(ooc: other senses? meh) Waite had intended on leaving his friend at home, where it was safer. But that cat always had gone where ever Waite had gone. Some would have seen Waite as being clueless, where in real fact, he knew that Midnight had followed. Not wanting to ruin the fun, Waite just pretended that Midnight wasn’t there. Waite didn't really like going to work, he was a “check out chick” at the local Chinese convenience store, and hated it. It earned him a pay check at which there was no complaint. He just hated that this job was a method of assimilation. No one would have suspected that a sorcerer was working in a convenience store. Well, that was the general theory that Waite had worked out. Though hating his job there was one thing that Waite had liked about it, this was the park just across the busy highway; it was often filled with flowers that bloomed all year and even small birds that sang to the skies. He had gone there once, on a date and found the place romantic; he just loved how the the moon shone in the middle of the lake. He never had the chance to go there again, after the date - and missed that person so much. But lately, he felt that the park bore a form of evil. Maybe something was waiting, if it was for him, he didn‘t know. Edit Comment: It's bore not bared. Your tenses are STILL messed. I fixed some stuff up for you. Edit Comment: I'm sorry... I just couldn't handle all the incorrect tense. Sorry but I had to edit it >.< Forgive...
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Post by Akuma Ookami on May 29, 2006 18:23:07 GMT 10
(OOC: Jesus, Matt! He either likes nor dislikes the freaking place that he works at!! (Sorry, but it had to be said to keep my sanity.))
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Post by fracturedprince on May 29, 2006 18:56:06 GMT 10
((ooc: sanity? lol .. sorry))
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Post by Akuma Ookami on May 30, 2006 7:21:33 GMT 10
(OOC: Well the sanity that's left.)
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Post by YahNe on May 30, 2006 10:24:14 GMT 10
(OOC: Matt - as you can see one of your posts have been edited... sorry. ) Tahlia stood in front of her mirror - after the pain... this wasn't bad. She had messy brown hair, dull brown eyes and... a lack of boobage... She clenched her eyes shut and didn't look down... slowly she made her way to her closet and pulled out some clothes she had nicked from her brother just in case something of this sort had happened. Quickly she changed and sat down on her bed, albeit with difficulty. Thus begain the life of Rex Chase... oh joy.
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Post by Fractured Princess on Jun 3, 2006 17:39:49 GMT 10
Crossing the street, Krystal held her arms close to herself as the wind made attempts to steal her footing. Her pleated kilt style mini flew about on the wind; If it weren't for the pins holding the pleats the skirt would be lifting. Her fishnet singlet offered no warm but for the strip of black material that covered her chest. Her deep emerald green trench coat flew behind her along with the loose laces of her knee highs.
Looking up and brushing her fringe from her eyes she caught site of a tall, white haired man stepping out onto the road ahead. A truck horn sounded and it was then that she realized a semi careening towards him. "Mr!! Mr stop!!" She cried. The man continued to step forwad. "Sir I'm begging you!!" Making a dash for him, all the while questioning his mental stability-along with her own. Inches from the stranger she reached out for his hand. Why hadn't she grasped it? He wasn't there! Turning her head to the truck she stood, eyes wide with fear and shock, staring at the truck like a deer caught in headlights.
A shriek escaped her throat and she clamped her eyes shut tight and curled her arms around her head as the sound of glass shattering and metal colliding echoed through the air.
Moments later...
Opening her eyes she stared around her at the wreckage of one semi, two cycles and about 7 or 8 cars; all whom had either swerved to miss her or swerved to miss other oncoming traffic. Krystal had collapsed to her knees. From her place on the cold tarmac(SP?) she could see a crowd gathering and thought now to be a great time to run. Scrambling to her feet she spead off into the park towards the lake she knew to wait in the center.
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