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 Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:12 pm
[[ Llama, llama, llama... duck. ]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:21 pm
[[ Whoo. Now we just need some Populars, mabye some more Jocks. All out of Loners. Only need two. Thanks. =] ]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:23 pm
((Lol I edited my other character into a jock))
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:25 pm
[[ resend profile please then. =P ]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:26 pm
((Lol already did, is in same Pm, just different wording for Sakura....))
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:28 pm
[[ I gooot it! =] Feel free to post. Just make sure, you clarify, which color is for which char.. and all that good stuff. ]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:31 pm
((Lol alright, but I might have to get off soon.))
Sakura and Miaka were both sitting together talking and laughing with each other.
"I wonder when school's gonna end." Miaka said.
"Who knows, you just want to play basketball."Sakura said.
"Yeah, I know." Miaka said laughing
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:32 pm
Anabell looked up from her writing at the two Jocks, she scowled slightly, looking at them. All they care about is their damn sports.., she thought to herself.
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:35 pm
[[ I have to go now anyways. >-> See you... tomarrow! =D ]]
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Posted: Mon Nov 03, 2008 9:36 pm
"Ah, by the way, hows your drawing coming along?" Miaka asked.
"Ah~ That, no good, I can't come up with what to fill in the empty space with. It's complicated, but I should finish in a day or so." Sakura said
"But it's still good. You're good at grades, sports, and art. It's amazing." Miaka said
((Later, I got to go too.))
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 7:32 am
Anabell looked back down at her notebook, sighing. Why can they ever.. care about us? The real people. She thought.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 7:50 am
Eva was out on the soccer field, practicing alone. She bounced the ball on her foot, staring at the sky. She smiled absently, falling into the rhythm of the ball bouncing.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 8:33 am
Jake Watched the bright white clouds drift lazily over head. He lay on the edge of the soccer field and had his headphones blasting music into his brain. He sang along.
"Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though I know that evenin's empire has returned into sand,
Vanished from my hand,
Left me blindly here to stand but still not sleeping.
My weariness amazes me, I'm branded on my feet,
I have no one to meet
And the ancient empty street's too dead for dreaming.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Take me on a trip upon your magic swirlin' ship,
My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip,
My toes too numb to step, wait only for my boot heels
To be wanderin'.
I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade
Into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way,
I promise to go under it.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Though you might hear laughin', spinnin', swingin' madly across the sun,
It's not aimed at anyone, it's just escapin' on the run
And but for the sky there are no fences facin'.
And if you hear vague traces of skippin' reels of rhyme
To your tambourine in time, it's just a ragged clown behind,
I wouldn't pay it any mind, it's just a shadow you're
Seein' that he's chasing.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you.
Then take me disappearin' through the smoke rings of my mind,
Down the foggy ruins of time, far past the frozen leaves,
The haunted, frightened trees, out to the windy beach,
Far from the twisted reach of crazy sorrow.
Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free,
Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands,
With all memory and fate driven deep beneath the waves,
Let me forget about today until tomorrow.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
I'm not sleepy and there is no place I'm going to.
Hey! Mr. Tambourine Man, play a song for me,
In the jingle jangle morning I'll come followin' you."
He smiled as the song ended. And after a few moments the next one started up.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 8:36 am
Eva blinked as she heard someone sing. She dropped the ball and squeaked. She sighed, kicking towards the goal. She missed and it raced towards Jake. "Watch out!" she cupped her hands around her mouth, hoping he'd hear.
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Posted: Tue Nov 04, 2008 8:57 am
!THUNK! "Ahhhhh!" Jake Shrieked. A soccer ball had fell on him with out warning. She shoot up and took his head phones out of his ears. He rubbed his chest and looked around. Seeing a girl not to far away he frowned. "What was that for?" he asked And stood, dusting off his shirt as he did.
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