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 Posted: Thu May 26, 2011 11:43 am
The Blue Eclipse
Sara vs Thief [ Who is after her new Rod ]
Thief Win After travelling to the shrine Sara found herself heading back the same route from which she came. It was dark now, inky blackness stained the skies and the teal haired Mongolian could hardly see the path ahead. Nori wondered by her side, his paws scraping the ground as he walked. His breathe clear to hear, this alone made her feel safe. She knew that Nori would not let anything happen to her. She held the rod close to her side, her eyes drifting to it every so often to make sure she was not dreaming this whole experience. It was then that she heard a rumbling, she froze, as soon as her footsteps stopped Nori looked at her and let out a low pitched growl. Someone was with them, she was sure of that. Sara kept her eyes peeled in the direction the noise came from, swallowing she finally dare speak. "W-who is there?" She asked, stepping back slightly, holding her precious gift closer to her to keep it safe.
"What is a little girly like you doing out so late?" Came a low voice as her eyes caught sight of a shadow coming forward from the trees, a gentle breeze of air stroked her hair and made it drift to the side covering her face. She felt a cold wave of panic come over her. She could tell by his voice that this man was not friendly and his intentions not good however she took in a deep breathe and hoped for the best. Anything to delay what ever plans he had, she did not want to think the worst of someone unless she needed to. "I was just heading back home, sir." She stated with a small bow of her head, Nori remained silent for the time being. His yellow eye glowing in the darkness as he watched the obstetrical in their path. For now everything seemed relatively calm so he stayed until commanded otherwise.
"That is a pretty trinket you have." He stated gesturing towards the rod, even in the darkness the moon glittered off of it, surly he could not know what it was. Yet thieves tended to not really care, as long as it was shiny it must be worth a penny or two. Sara held onto her rod tighter and brought it close to her body, she was not going to her him have it, Master Shinto trusted her with it and she was not going to loose it just a few moments after it came into her procession. "Hand it to me." He spat, his voice becoming more aggressive. "No, it was a gift from my master.." She stated, she would stand her ground. She had Nori by her side which did help her confidence, even more so she felt like this was the spirits testing her. She had just been given her rod and now they sent her a opponent. To see if she was worthy of such a gift.
"Do I look like I care, Give it to me and I will let you live." He was not in the mood for compromise or discussion it seemed. All he wanted was the rod, it seemed like he preyed on Sara because she seemed like the kind of person to just hand it over. Maybe a few months ago she would have. Sara shook her head, the black wolf by her side bearing his teeth and stepping forward, his back arched and his fur sticking up on end. "No... Nori I need to do this alone." Sara stated running her hand along his back and steeping forward in-front of the wolf. She brought her Rod up be her side and looked ahead at the stranger. Nori looked at her confused but then sat down and watched, he was not going to watch her die but for now he would stay back if that was what she wished. "You are a lot stupider than you look girly." She heard him taunt her, then their battle started.
The man ran for Sara, a dagger coming out of his sleeve and into his hand as he charged. She held her rod in-front of her and swung it to hit his hand, they both went their separate ways, yet as she turned to face him she was hit in the back of her head and she fell to her knee's. Before she could hit her again she rolled to her side and stumbled back to her feet, this man was fast. She would have to make sure she kept her eyes on him the whole time or she was a goner for sure. She took in a deep breathe and let her energy flow into her rod, in the darkness it gained a small blue glow. The man charged for her again however this time she swung and hit him in the side, the energy she had stored in it releasing to send a wave through his body. This time it was the man who lost his balance. Sara let a small smirk comer to her lips, she felt a lot stronger with Sinto's Eclipse in her hands - maybe this is why he wanted her to have it. He knew how much she wanted a little more independence and this might be the tool what would allow her to have that.
The man gritted his teeth and looked at her, obviously surprised that she was able to strike him and infuriated at the same time. He spat and threw the dagger at her, Sara's eyes widened she tried to swat it away with her rod. Yet she missed and the blade skimmed her bare shoulder drawing blood. Sara yelped and grabbed her wound, feeling tears swell up in her eyes. It had not cut in deep but the pain throbbed in her arm. As she was holding it the man once again came close and drew another dagger. As he went to strike Sara swung the rod with her good arm and took out his legs, she wondered back and before she knew it felt a tree stopping her. During all this Nori was watching, waiting for his moment in case he was needed.
Then man stood up once more, he was getting owned by a small girl and this made his blood boil. Sara gulped and looked on, before he moved she decided she needed to make a attack of her own, if she kept on letting him chase her who knew what would happen. She needed to end this quick, the rod was powerful but at the same time was taking a lot of energy. She did not know how to control it right yet. She ran forward, letting her energy flow once more however as she came to bring her medium down the man brought his blade up. Nori got on his feet in time to see Sara hit the floor. The thief had been quicker and managed to knock the wind out of her by getting her in the stomach with his handle. The rod lay out of her reach and Sara laid there, looking up with the man stood over her.
When all hope seemed lost, Nori leaped forward and dug his sharp fangs into the neck of her attacker, the man feel backwards with the wolf on top, blood staining its nose and the ground around them. "What! get this beast off of me!" He called out in pain, Sara pushed herself up slightly and looked over, part of her wanted to see Nori rip him apart but she was ashamed to admit it. She pushed some more until she was back up on her feet, stumbling and dizzy but on her feet none the less. "Nori, back." She instructed and in a second the wolf was off of the man and back by her side, licking his lips. Sara reached down and stroked him, she had cheated. She had lost but yet it was not her that was on the floor close to death. If Nori had not been here who knows what would happen. Maybe she was not meant to have the rod after all. She sighed and closed her eyes contemplating.
"... Please, help. You can not leave me here to die...." He begged, Sara looked over and then to the side. She did not know what to do. I mean he had just attacked her... yet she could not let herself walk away. She was a healer and if she did not do all the could to help this man then she was not worthy of the name. She wondered over to him, he laid in the dirt bleeding out. His face going pale. "I will help you.... however you must swear to me that I will be the last person who you ever attack. Swear it." She commanded, her voice very firm. If she was to help him then she wanted to make sure that he would change his ways. If someone died because she let him live she could never live with herself. "I.. swear." The man gasped, before he closed his eyes. Sara sighed and knelled down next to the man - that is when the real work began.
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Posted: Tue Jun 28, 2011 10:49 pm
 Lessons LearnedQuote: Growth Application
Username: Bikicakes (Formally Oooka!)
Character Name: Sara
Character Alliance: Legion
Stage Request: Academy Student >> Dead Soul Conduit
Links to required Roleplays: [x][x][x][x]
Links to required Battles: [x][x] + 2 solo battles.
Link to Noble RP: N/A
Any changes to your characters appearance?
(( I know all the artists are very busy at the moment so I am totally up for her next stage art being done by a different artist if it makes your life easier, seriously what ever works best for you guys! I know who ever does her will do a amazing job! ))
This is more of a note about her cert, I know her name is awkward to fit on so if you want you can just put her down as Sara, it is what everyone calls her anyway! All the idea's bellow are just really to give her artist inspiration and a direction to go in, I would love to see their own interpretation of her. I would ask they read her story bellow because I think that has a lot to do with how her appearance and will give them the idea of the general feel I want her art to take on, and again it might inspire them in some way.
One of the more important changes is that in rage Cais swiped her face with his weapon after finding out her alliance, this left her with a cat like scratch down one side of her face going over her eye. She is still able to see out of that eye however because of the scars she has grown her hair to cover most of her face to hide them. Think of this kind of style. Generally Sara has hair that grows quite quick so I would like to see it to have grown longer - maybe to just under her waist, headgear is totally up to the artist I know she wears a hat now but if they would like to remove it or change it into something else I am okay with that, whatever you think will look best! If possible I would also like her to take on a more womanly and curvaceous frame now she is older, she will be around 20 at her next stage.
One thing I have always loved about Sara is her clothing style, it is so unique and colourful! My favourite parts are her accessories and her white fur trim and I would like to see her keep them both in her next stage, if anything I would like to see more if it is possible! At the moment Sara is training with Odval to learn about Shamanism and her Mongolian heritage, I would like her to look more like a Mongol and generally have her clothing style to turn into something that resembles more of a tribe Shaman than a elegant priestess. I was thinking something like this however keeping the colours and patterns she has on her clothes at the moment. I am really loose with this design so the artist has total free rein to go crazy, add more colours, patterns, beads, fur, material just have fun!
Lastly her medium is a prayer rod and she aquied this through her spirit guide so it is very important to her, ascetically it is along the lines of these but I will let you decide its design yourself. I left its description as open as I could so you had free rein with it! Anyway have fun with her, I love her very much and know you will do a amazing job!
Reasons for growth:
I wrote into Sara's back-story that she did not grow up in Lunaria because I wanted her character to have a real wake-up call when she realised how bigger impact the war has had on her life. She came to Lunaria a rather innocent and naive little girl and in that befriended everyone on face value, though her rose tinted views on friendship changed when her best friend and her somewhat 'boyfriend' both turned on her because of her alliance. Another huge change is that she is no longer afraid to admit she is a Soul Conduit and she has got a greater understanding of what she actually is, she was scared to admit to her powers at first because she was paranoid that people might bully and reject her thinking her different, due to the fact most people in her village saw her as insane and rejected her. She has also taken steps to become the girl she wants to be in idolizing people like Yue and Odval who have brought her out of her shell and made her more confident.
The next chapter of Sara's life is going to be a lot more serious and is going to make her come to some more harsh realisations. One of the things she is going to have to deal with is the scars on her face which remain a permanent reminder that the war is real and you do not have to be a fighter to be caught up with it. She is also going to struggle with how it has effected her appearance because she will see herself as ugly for a time and will need her friends to support her. She was raised to think that a women she get married, teach and raise children and she will think that no one will want her because of them, she will think no one will love her because of her face so its going to be hard with her to deal with for a while especially because she is surrounded with such beautiful, perfect women. She is going to have a lot of trust issues she will have to over-come and in general her character will be a little colder and a bit tougher, she is not going to be a delicate little flower anymore because she has realised that she will not survive if she remains that way.
During this she will be taking lessons from Bataar's mother about her heritage and shamanism and in the end become more of a tribe like Shaman than a pretty Priestess. Even though Odval's training is very harsh and painful at times she insists she wants to continue because she does not want anyone to die for her, she has been protected all her life and really wants to grow up and learn how to take care of herself. The next chapter of her life excites me to think about and I can not wait to see what plots come my way!
Are you currently active in Lunaria? Yes, for six months now!
Will you remain active in Lunaria after you receive your next stage art? Haha, do not ask silly questions! ( that is a yes! ) ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Mon Aug 01, 2011 6:25 pm
 Sara's Noble Steed
It might seem strange how a girl like Sara would grow such a unnatural obsession to a cow, yet the many days of lazing in the field watching them graze had earned them a special place in her heart. The idea came to her like a bolt of lightning, if horses could be broken and trained then so could a cow! However admittedly trying to tame a cow was much more dangerous, have you seen the horns on those things?
The young Mongolian girl stood in-front of the beast, a determined look in her eyes suggested she meant business. She took a deep breath and then made a run for it, leaping onto the back of the creature who struggled to get away, her hands grabbed hold of the beasts shaggy brown fur and she held on tight like, her life depended on it (which it did). Haning off its side she was thrown around like a rag doll. She did not know the damn things could run so fast! She tried to pull herself onto its back however she never had much upper body strength and before she knew it she was kissing dirt. Her body rolling in a small dust cloud as the beast fled to safety.
Round two.
She was not going to give up that easily, her arms were grazed and dirty from her fall and a small amount of blood was dribbling from her elbow but God damn it she was not loosing to a cow. She took her second run up, this time going for a younger one. Luckily she managed to jump onto its back and as soon as she did she gasped its large horns in her hands. Needless to say the beast was not too impressed by its new found hitch-hiker and the young male started to gallop. Her heart started to race, this was actually a lot of fun! Why had no one ever thought of this before? She beamed thinking her plan a success... until. 'Splash' The beast had stopped suddenly, throwing the teal haired girl over the top of its head and into the water trough (she could have sworn he did it on purpose!). The chickens next to the field clucked, she knew they were laughing at her. Stupid chickens, she was going to make sure they were on the table tomorrow!
Round twenty-seven
The sun was beginning to set and Sara found herself wet, dirty, bruised and more than anything annoyed. Her second attempt had been the most successful attempt of the day however she refused to give up. Her stomach was rumbling but she was not sitting down to dinner with her parents until she had achieved some progress. She had tried everything, sneaking up on them, getting on slowly, bribing them with fruit, she even tried to saddle one however they were too fat for your traditional saddle so that also failed. She had found out the hard way that some were bad tempered, it took a lot for her to get back in the field after one had chased her out and over the fence, those horns aimed for her backside like it was a moving target. They were fast when they were angry. She groaned and rubbed her hands together, trying to focus the energy she had left into one final attempt.
She took a leap of faith and landed on the creatures back, she gabbed hold of it's fur tight, even though she was physically and mentally worn out she found the strength form somewhere. This one trashed and jumped like a bull but she held on. After what seemed like a lifetime the beast settled and Sara opened her eyes to find out she was still on its back. Her face lit up as she grabbed hold of its horns, it did not move straight away - it was too interested in nibbling on some high strands of grass however when it did she felt like she could die happy. Her hard work had paid off!
That night her father came to see were his daughter was and what the heck she was going, his jaw dropped as she saw her ride up to the house on the back of her new mount. She named him Ami!
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Posted: Sat Aug 06, 2011 4:15 pm
I Don't Know You. Do you ever look out your window and think about me?
It might seem strange, I do not even know your name but I can not help thinking about you. Especially on nights like tonight, I am here sitting on my window ledge with my journal resting on my knees and I can not think of anything to write about. It is such a beautiful night out, the light from the moon is giving everything a mystic and almost frosty glow and the stars are lighting up the sky like fireflies on a calm lake. I guess a young lady should write poetry in her journals, it is the proper thing to do but I do not want to. I am in a far too cynical mood and I could not care less about being a lady. DAMN. See, a lady does not curse and I just did, in huge lettering on the first page of my new journal and look. ********. I did it some more, and now feel a lot better for some reason. I have always cared so much about the way I should act, maybe I have just given up on trying to be what people want me to be - I have found out people will always make up some way to hate you anyway. Plus its not like I am ever going to look the part now, so I might as well stop reciting all those pretty lines I have learned like the good little bird I am. I just want to be myself for a while. Relax and have a little fun, if I am still brave enough to feel this in the morning is a different thing but for now, I just want to live like I want to.
When I was young, well younger than I am now my mother used to tell me about how people were only born with half a soul and that one day they would meet the person who would make them whole, thus creating a complete being and once complete they then had the power to bring new life into this world. I know its a lot of rubbish - people are not born with half a soul but the idea of a soul mate, to feel like someone else is out there looking for me offers me comfort. They say my face will never heal, it still seems so much like a dream but... its starting to sink in. I can feel my skin is raised and I can feel the soft area's where my scales fell off. I used to think there was any worse curse for a girl than ugliness, women are meant to be pretty and it is usually the girls with perfect faces and bodies which got married to good men.
Have you ever heard of a play or a song wrote about a ugly girl? I never thought I was beautiful, however I was acceptable. Now I look like a gargoyle, I am sure no man would want a wife who is scared - who is damaged like me. Oddly I am okay with that, after what happened I am in no rush to throw myself into another relationship. I realise I did not love Cais and if I did he most certainly did not love me, what we had was something sweet and innocent but it does not matter now, it is over and I can not bring myself to forgive him. I am mad, no I am ******* furious. I do not know why he has done this to me, maybe it is because he wanted to ruin me so he would not longer feel any attraction or maybe it was just him being a complete and utter pig. But either way it seems like I will wear my mistake for the rest of my life. That day he constructed a castle around my heart and I am having trouble letting anyone in, It might be a good thing really, maybe this way no one will hurt me. I have my friends, the ones I know I can trust and I do not need anyone else. Damn Nobles, I should have never trusted them, I should have never thought I could be on friendly terms with them. I am such a fool for thinking this war could be sorted out diplomatically, I was a fool thinking that everyone had a heart of gold deep down. There are some monsters in this world and the only way I am going to project myself is to become stronger an start to rely on myself...
I do not know what got me onto thinking about all this stuff, it might have been Yue. My best friend is getting married, I can not believe it! I am so happy for her and her new husband, I might not know him very well but as long as he treats her right and she feels loved and wanted then we will have no problems, one day I might even befriend him. Jianyu seems like a nice, mature, perfect man. A real knight in shining armour that every girl would want, though I thought Yue was the kind of person to be more into bad boys I can not deny his charm. He does not seem like the kind of man to hurt her. Though if she ever comes to me with tears and complaints I might have to send every lost soul in Lunaria to his house, I am sure the spirits will slowly take his mind form him... okay, maybe that is a little morbid even for me but I just want her to be happy, she deserves the world. I love her so much I know its going to be hard at first, we have not seen each other much because she has been busy with the wedding and I am sure with the honeymoon it will be a little longer before we can hang out like we used to but after that I am sure we will be back on track. I am loosing her for a little while but I know Yue is not the kind of person to forget about her friends, bride or no. It might be a little selfish of me to wish it was a different time, Mei is gone, Cais is one, Yue is gone. I feel like everyone has left at once at a time when I need someone more than ever. Anyone just to tell me everything is going to be okay. I guess I only have myself to comfort, maybe it will be good for me... I said I needed to rely on myself more.
I am not going to tell her about my face, I do not want to tell anyone really. I am going to go to Van to see if she can do anything with make-up and see if I can wear my hair to cover it, I am going to grow it out but still - it wont be long enough to hide it for the wedding so I will have to see what I can do. I do not want to ruin her day, its about her and not my misfortunes, so for now she is not going to know - I am going to make sure the only feeling that runs through her heart that day is joy, not pity or worry. Besides, I feel sorry enough for myself - I do not think I would be able to stand the sympathy of others, I just want to pretend it never happened and try to get on with my life. I wonder, will you still love me with my scars? Will you think I am beautiful? I do not know this hole partner things works, I do not know if I will repulse you. Heck, I do not even know if you are our there. Maybe you died, maybe something happened to keep us apart, maybe I was never born with a second half. Yue has Jianyu, Kyung has Huang, Sakn has Xui... Maybe I am just the odd ball. It would not be the first time I have been called that.
I do not know where you are right now, but I like to think we are both looking up at the same sky. I am not perfect, I am sure you have your flaws too but I will find you one day. I do not know when, maybe when I do we will both be old and wrinkled but I do not care. I want to grow up myself a little before we meet anyway, maybe we have already met and I do not know it yet, maybe you will help me grow with out knowing it. I want to love myself first, scratch that I want to like myself because at the moment whenever I look in the mirror I want to do nothing more than cry, there are so many things wrong with me, so many things I want to change. When I find you I want to be a person who you will be proud to call your own and I will want to feel like I deserve you. So just wait a little bit longer and one day when I am ready our paths shall cross. Maybe we will look back at this journal together.
I will never stop looking. As long as you don't. ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Posted: Tue Aug 09, 2011 4:23 am
Sara's Old Personality Quote: Basics
✦ [ Name ] Sarangerel Odtsetseg
✦ [ Nicknames ] Sara, Sweetpea.
✦ [ Name Meaning ] "Moonlight" and "Star Flower"
✦ [ Gender ] Female
✦ [ Current Age ] Seventeen
✦ [ Stage ] Academy Student.
✦ [ Alliance ] Legion
✦ [ Alliance Reason ] At first Sara followed the Emperor simply because the Legion had taken her in and given her a chance to learn more about what she was and how to control the abilities that she was born with. However now she has done some growing up she follows the Legion for another reason. Sara hates the idea of war and has always stated that she does not want to be a solider and more so does not want to get involved in politics. The simple fact is at the moment the Emperor is on the throne so for the time being the spirits must have a reason behind that. If the day every comes when he does not deserve to be on the throne then they will remove him. She is the kind of person who has taken a back seat. Just because the war is all around her does not mean she has to have anything more to do with it.
✦ [ Offering The Legion ] Sara was born with a special gift. She possesses the powers of a Dead Soul Conduit and because of that the Legion took a great interest in her. She has the ability to learn from the spirits of the dead as well as manipulate her own soul to heal the sick and injured. She is not much of a fighter, yet the army has a lot of those. Instead Sara is the girl who waits for the wounded to be brought to her so the numbers do not dwell more than they need to.
✦ [ Path ] Soul Conduit
✦ [ Occupation ] TBA
✦ [ Medium ] Spirit Rod ( The Blue Eclipse ) -> Spirit Staff ( Twilight Ocean )
✦ [ Eyes ] Pale Aquamarine
✦ [ Hair ] Teal
✦ [ Skin Tone ] Tan.
✦ [ Scales ] To match her eyes and hair.
✦ [ Clothing Style ] TBA.
Personality
✦ [ The Book Worm ] . Sara is a nerd and there is no denying it, she is just one of those girls who loves to study and learn new things. She believes that all of life’s problems can be resolved in the pages of a book and looks to them for answers whenever she finds herself in a pickle. She pays very close attention to her teachers and respects them all highly, she is well organized and even though she does not get the highest grades or the most impressive results she is dedicated and hard working. Sara grew up on a farm; she is not that well educated because beyond feeding animals and riding horses there was not much she had to learn, so this has put her a little behind other students. However she tries not to let it get her down and is determined to catch up with her classmates. Unfortunately her academic enthusiasm does not mean she is an all around bright girl. Sara is actually very clumsy and has very little common sense.
✦ [ Humble ] Even though Sara was born with a gift that most people view as special she has never thought herself above anyone else. She is the kind of girl who is not very graceful in receiving complements, when she is praised her cheeks turn a rosy pink and she finds herself rambling. She appreciates the gesture but truth be told she does not think she is deserving of such kind words and sees the other party as being overly generous towards her. Despite this she cannot resist highlighting the good qualities in the people around her. She likes to express how wonderful her friends are and how much she cares for them. I guess it is easy to see the virtues in other people but difficult to see such a thing in yourself.
✦ [ A Jinx ] Sara is the kind of person who blames herself for any misfortune herself and the people close to her encounter. Even when the event at hand has nothing to do with her she will still instinctively feel like she needs to apologize for it. She is just a girl who feels guilt to a extreme extent. Even when people tell her there is not needed she will carry on, this often makes her apologize more because she thinks they are trying to protect her feelings. Then when they get annoyed by it she will see it as her fault for being so frustrating, in the end it can spiral into a bombardment of tears and tempers. Either way when she feels like she is someone’s debt she takes it on herself to repent for her actions; If they like it or not.
✦ [ Easily Scared ] Sara is one of those girls who finds almost everything intimidating. Not only is she scared of the war and the repercussions of it, she has also retained her fear of simple things like vermin, germs and most insects. Then there are ghosts because they just don't get any easier to live with, voices in the night still freak her out, she just can not get used to it. It is quite comical to watch her dive behind someone for protection or jump up onto tables. You can easily work out this makes her pretty useless when confronted in battle and will only fight when every other option is exhausted. She tries to run away if at all possible; she is trying to be braver, however it is proving to be very difficult. She never expected being a priest would ever require such confrontation especially when she has been given someone to protect her. She really needs to learn how to grow up and take care of herself.
✦ [ A Reluctant Leading Lady ] ara knows the spirits exist; she can see them and at times communicate with them. She knows they are powerful and that they are always watching. Anything that goes wrong in her life is caused by spirits not being pleased with her. This might not be seen a huge character trait by some however in Sara’s case it truly does take up a huge part of her life. She feels almost suffocated by their presence, it is like having an audience constantly observing and judging your actions. She has to make sure she never steps a toe out of line because if she does she is scared of the supernatural consequences which might occur. I mean you would never have some conversations in front of your parents and you would not act a certain way around them, Sara views the spirits as part of her family, heck some are distant relatives of hers so letting her hair down is difficult because she is always paranoid they are around. She never has any privacy and even though she is honoured some souls are willing to bless her with their knowledge, sometimes she just wants to be left the hell alone! Is being normal too much to ask...
Hobbies
✦ [ Horse Riding ]
✦ [ Cherry Tree Hill ]
✦ [ Studying ] ✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿*ﾟ’ﾟ･✿.:｡✿*ﾟ‘ﾟ･✿.｡.:*.:｡✿
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Z o m b i k ii generated a random number between
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Posted: Mon Aug 22, 2011 12:46 pm
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