The 5 words RP

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp

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biggrin stressed xd gotta run rofl
rofl  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features

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Priscel

jenevraki

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Heck we were leap froging it there for a bit. I try to come on as much as possable, just to see who took the next line, and if it's even close to where I thought it would go. 4laugh

then we're thinking in sync XD waiting for your reply

Sorry. I'm on and off at odd times. You took it in stride! I like it!  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger and  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo

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forgive me I have this image stuck in my head that I'm running with xd
Don't like the flow, you can change it. It's the least I can offer since I'm hogging it right now sweatdrop  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away.

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whee xd thought complete but still ongoing, sorryz about the extra word  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated

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No biggy. I took it and ran with it when I had the time then ran with my kids.  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for  

[jenevraki]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."


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I needed to finish it and I didn't want to start a new line....*Bows* Forgive me? sweatdrop  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."

The blonde smugly eyed Duo


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jenevraki

No biggy. I took it and ran with it when I had the time then ran with my kids.

XD yea tell me about it. Wahoo I'm moving!! And story's just getting more interesting ^^  

[Priscel]

Darkness. That was the first thing he acknowledged for it meant either: he was still shaking off the job from the night before or he'd slipped off and left himself open for the same nightmare that haunted him and left him marooned in a cold, familiar nothingness that was his past. Thankfully it meant he was alive. Turning onto his side he wondered if he should really feel that way, being a tool wasn't his goal in life. But so far nothing had shown him otherwise.

Passing headlights alighted dark, thoughtful cerulean eyes. Eyes that seemed to pierce you, not letting you hide behind any of the masks people commonly use. His own mask, flawless. The clock ticked away on his desk. He silenced its alarm before it has a chance to go off, pushing away from the bed's tempting lure of much needed sleep. He stood, stretching as he walked over to the window and looked through the blinds into the misty haze, of a rainy morning.

Heero's breath condensed on the glass as he heaved a sigh. He half turned away from the window when two people caught his eye. They were arguing, one was Duo, the other a tall blonde man with an expensive taste in clothing as if he was made of money and from the way he yanked Duo back to his side, controlling. He couldn't imagine the great Shinigami keeping such company. Duo was a free spirit, no one should be able to control him. Heero's heart iced over alittle more when the blurry, soaked figure of the person he'd known allowed such things to happen. Heero's memories washed over him.

Duo became very still when the blonde man pulled him closer only to slip out his grasp. The tall man's porcelain features became disfigured with anger, he dropped his umbrella, grabbed Duo by the shoulders and shook him so hard that Duo stumbled as he punched the man, forcing him to back away. The man straightened and stated plainly. "This is the thanks you give me for taking you in, feeding you, careing for you! I COULD HAVE LET YOU DIE."

The blonde smugly eyed Duo, grimacing at the weight of