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 Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 2:33 pm
"im an artist" he smirks "i make beautiful art that can only be seen through the final glimps of explosion so beafore you die you see the most beautiful art work of your little life" he says smiling happy as the bird flys of his shoulder
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 2:35 pm
Satomi jumped slightly at the woman spoke. "Frightened...? Well, I can't exactly say that dieing is something I'd like to do at the moment..." Satomi's eyes darted from the man's face to the bird as it flew off his shoulder. "What I did to him, I don't exactly know though... Why do you want to... make me one of your pieces?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 2:39 pm
"art needs insperation my dear and although your not the strongest your here so i will have to make do" shrugs the bird perches above the girls head "now are you ready yeah?" smiles
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 2:42 pm
Satomi winced as she spotted the bird above her head. Sorry birdie... Then she jumped up, grabbed the bird, and landed on the top of the fountain. "Because I don't like to fight, does not mean I can't, love." She emphisized can't and like as much as she could, and petted the bird on the head lightly. "He's a cute bird."
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 2:44 pm
"hehe yes you like? i made him myself" puts his hands into a seal "boom" the bird explodes in a blaze of fire in her hands
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 2:44 pm
<~: Completely ignored... that sucked >< and no... my character IS straight... she just needs blood. ^_^ :~>
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Benevolent Conversationalist
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 2:59 pm
"ahh the beautiful blaze" looks at the other girl "so your next yeah?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 5:12 pm
Astarte slowly walked through the city, many people bumping to get ahead of her. "Where am I gonna go? What am I gonna do?" She asked herself, "I can't find anyone...and the apartments are blown up."
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 5:39 pm
*Elle walks out of the bookstore, placing the book inside her backpack. She looks down at Midnight and smiles. Elle fixes up her skirt and starts walking*
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 5:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:15 pm
Tosh_Crimson "ahh the beautiful blaze" looks at the other girl "so your next yeah?"
"Next?" The woman cooed. "I have no time for your games. I look for blood and that is it hunter... which I assume you are considering you just killed my kind." Her lovely eyes stayed on him and her body unmoving except for the rise and the fall of her chest from steady breathing. The woman was already beautiful and needed nothing changed about her. Her soft pale skin and her thin, curvy figure. But her eyes were something else; they held deffiance and a certain ominous look about them.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:19 pm
"O but the games have just begun my dear girl" smiles and walks slowly tword her "you are beautiful but not perfect my dear... might i make you perfect?"
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2006 7:23 pm
Tosh_Crimson "O but the games have just begun my dear girl" smiles and walks slowly tword her "you are beautiful but not perfect my dear... might i make you perfect?" A smirk found it's way on her face and she started to walk slowly towards him her hips swaying elegantly back and forth. The bottom of the black silk swayed back and forth as did her long crimson hair. "By destroying me?... I think not love. I feel fine the way I am even with my unique flaws." She didn't fear this man nor resent him. It was his job to destroy her kind and she understood that. He was there to kill her though or so she thought, but she didn't care because in the end she would escape like she always did. Shifting into the shadows and becoming something that couldn't be seen or imagined.
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