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 Posted: Sun Jan 25, 2009 12:28 pm
Sorry, I haven't been on in a while.I looked on the ground at a crumpled piece of paper that was thrown my way. I picked it up and read it. I should follow what this says...
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 4:11 pm
Nick
I watched Kamo pick up the piece of paper.
That flicker from before, in her jacket. Did she have wings? Like me? What kind did she have? Thinking aloud I said:Do you have wings? I nudged towards my own wings, black, boney, and exposed. Like me? Sorry I haven't been on lately guys, sweatdrop
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 4:48 pm
Are you talking to me? I turned my head slightly to the side and pointed at me.
The note was in the opposite hand.
I stare at it remembering that I must go find the other guy. I'm Sorry. But, I Got to go.
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Posted: Fri Feb 06, 2009 10:04 pm
Wait! Let me help you, what do you need to do?
I looked at her. something just felt right between them. There was just some familiar air.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 3:14 pm
Age: 15
name: John A.K.A "Snowflakes" (white hair lol)
DNA: polar bear (white hair and right arm has bear claws, and of course his senses are better and all that, he's kinda on the bad side right now... but maybe he can be convinced to join the good side)
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 12:11 pm
I hesitated staring at the crumpled piece of paper. Okay...I need to find
this person at this address.
"P. 114 - Column 2 - Row 9
Nearest street corner - book"
Do you know how to decode it?
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Posted: Tue Feb 17, 2009 6:39 pm
John stepped of the bus and flipped his hood over his head while at the same time checking to make sure his gloves were on. All right he whispered to himself. Time for me to hunt down some other freaks.
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Posted: Wed Feb 18, 2009 11:30 pm
Anthony sighed as he crammed another piece of paper into the nearest telephone booth door. It was the same paper with the same handwriting.
Over here, the book, the other paper has the numbers He walked toward the address he wrote and waited at near the door of his apartment building.
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Posted: Sat Feb 21, 2009 9:01 pm
Name: Damien
Age: 15
Traits: Posseses bat-like wings and a slighty vampiric disposition. Lives by his rules, and his rules ONLY.
Occupation: Part-time hitman
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Posted: Sun Feb 22, 2009 3:17 am
Name: Avacodo/Male
DNA: Part Human/Part Armadillo
Abilities: Rough armor-like skin along his back, Sharp, non-retractable claws, heavy endurance, and the ability to roll at speeds up to 35 mph.
Position: Fighter, I suppose, if that's alright.
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Posted: Tue Feb 24, 2009 6:02 pm
Agent Extra I hesitated staring at the crumpled piece of paper. Okay...I need to find
this person at this address.
"P. 114 - Column 2 - Row 9
Nearest street corner - book"
Do you know how to decode it? Uhmm, No, not quite but the White Coats might know how. Nick's bony wings barreled out of his jacket and he took off towards the school.
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Posted: Wed Feb 25, 2009 4:20 pm
Oh great, I don't need
to know about the stupid
white coats right now... I sighed and
I noticed another crumpled
piece of paper in a telephone
booth. I walked towards it and
read it. It was the same handwriting
as the other piece of paper. I
followed the instructions, looked
around and saw the book and
walked towards it. I pulled on another
piece of paper.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 2:29 pm
Nick stopped to make sure she was following him.
He flew down to see what she was doing.
Hey, aren't you going to follow me?
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 5:08 pm
Ugggg....Why should I?
I don't want to go back to the
stupid school that made me 'different'.
Those stupid white coats hate me....just
as much I hate them. It's just the way
the world works. So you go back to
your little white coat friends, for
they are most likely the ones
that screwed you up in first place.
Mean while, I'll go back to
following this piece of paper.
Sound good? I winced at Nick
and started picking
up the new paper
with numbers written on it.
I glared at it.
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2009 8:11 pm
Look, Kamo!
I just met you, but we have to stick together!
There are not many of us in this world.
We need to stay together, work together, and fight together!
I hate the white coats as much as you probably do,
but they probably know more than we do.
Nick stepped back from Kamo with a glare in his eyes.
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