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 Posted: Sun Jun 12, 2011 8:47 pm
Dear Diary,
Still no boyfriend! How long am I going to have to wait until I get sweeped swept off my feet by my knight in shining armor? Like Evangeline from TemplarsxxHearts II !! Just like that. I can't wait. I can already imagine it! He'll be rugged, handsome, buff, but not too buff! Ohhh and he'll have some dreamy name like Antoine or Vladimir.
But anyways, I finally got that new Merpix Alchemia! She. is. so. cute. But that bustey busty..(why can't I spell today?)... blonde at the shop kept looking at me funny. Who does she think she is? PFT.
Well, Diary, I'm going to go take a shower and work out my voice. I've got to practice every day if I'm going to prove I'm the best reaper in town, right?✘ Cert ✘ Contents ✘ Bio ✘ Home ✘ Plots ✘ Relations ✘ RP ✘ Alchemia ✘ Fanart ✘ Reserved ✘ Credits ☠ Diary ☠
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 1:42 pm
She sighed, folding up the paper and putting it back in the envelope before stashing it into her nightstand drawer with the rest. Locking the drawer, she scooted down to lay her head on the pillow, staring up at the empty ceiling. What could she do? There was only one path at this point that she knew of: to become stronger. She had heard of sages, mostly in stories told by old, lonely women. Powerful witches with powers unlike any other. She wondered, how does one become a sage? She had no inkling of an idea, but she made up her mind.
If being a reaper isn't making her parents proud. Then being a sage will.
The girl had no clue where to start, but either way, she put on her headphones and practiced singing. The high notes were always tricky, and cracking a note during a spell offered opportunities for the opponent to shrug off any effects.
She will improve. She must...✘ Cert ✘ Contents ✘ Bio ✘ Home ✘ Plots ✘ Relations ✘ RP ✘ Alchemia ✘ Fanart ✘ Reserved ✘ Credits ☠ Diary ☠
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Posted: Fri Jul 22, 2011 1:48 pm
She chuckled, remembering the fact that she spent the night at his house. It was her own fault for buying drowsy medicine on accident. Can accidents have faults? Anyways, she ended up falling asleep on the couch without realizing it. And woke up the next morning to breakfast. And yet, she had no reason to be suspicious of the witchling. He just didn't seem like that type of guy. To her, he was a very good person: caring, gentle, honest. She hoped to see him again soon, now that she was healthy again.
It was nice to have a friend.✘ Cert ✘ Contents ✘ Bio ✘ Home ✘ Plots ✘ Relations ✘ RP ✘ Alchemia ✘ Fanart ✘ Reserved ✘ Credits ☠ Diary ☠
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