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 Posted: Mon Nov 29, 2010 8:21 pm
 ooooooooooooo S i e r r a
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo V a n T a s s e l l Sierra was already in the classroom ignoring the teacher's subtle sneer. Normally she'd be ignoring it and looking busy with her laptop but today was different. She was going to do Polly a favor that she really didn't want to do. Sierra was tapping the desk quite rapidly waiting for her two other classmates until they finally came in. She stood up to stretch and casually walked closer to the fated couple.
"So good of you to come in and not skip class," she said as the two teens entered the room. Though she managed to put a cool tone in her words, there was a tiny amount of relief hidden in there. The Evil Queen really did not want to be alone with this particular teacher. "Oh princess, I have a message for you from Polly. She apologizes for her actions earlier this morning." There was a sharp glare in her eye as she continued, "I hope that you don't go and apologize for your own outburst. Weak though you may be, at least you've gotten yourself a spine. Try not to let anyone take that away from you, won't you?"
As angry as Sierra currently acting around Bianca, she was truly pleased by Snow White's anger. Bianca was a disgustingly nice girl in general but she never spoke up; she never did anything for herself. She was a doormat, it was pitiful. But when Bianca actually stated her anger? That was new and rather brave of the timid princess. It might mean that the nicer girl was growing up. "Good job this morning," she murmured.
She sat back down in her seat and stoically stared at the teacher. If Sierra was lucky, the teacher would think that the snarky comments meant that everything was as it should be. When Sierra snapped at her supposed enemy, it meant that everything was 'normal' and that nothing more needed to be done. If the teacher had caught her murmuring any sort of approval, the lesson today would be more humiliating towards the Queen than usual.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 11:19 am
 Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
That was it, then; Schraeder's fighting class ended early because he incapacitated another teacher during a sword fight. It was with a sigh that he sheathed the sword he had been using and gave it back to the teacher's assistant that timidly came forward to retrieve it. The King would never use his own sword unless it was to honestly strike down a foe; never would he use it in a practice match. Feeling a touch grimy from his workout, Schraeder realized that since most classes were still going on, he would have the gym showers to himself, and they were closer than his dorm. That suited him just fine. He picked up his bag and headed that way. As he was passing by the gym, he happened to look through a window on the door and see something very interesting: Pan was practicing her flying, and it appeared that her trainer was pushing her very hard. In fact, as Schraeder watched, it almost seemed like he was verbally beating her. While the King understood that pushing a student made them want to succeed more, he couldn't grasp why it was happening in this case. Schraeder was absolutely fascinated with Pan's ability to fly, and would admit it to anyone that asked. After all, for all his resources and skills, the King of Thieves still couldn't zip around in the air. That must be true freedom. It seemed that Pan was having a hard time, too. That was no good...though maybe Schraeder had a way he could help. Swallowing his apprehension, he pulled open the gym door and stepped inside, causing the teacher to look over at him. Maybe if Pan saw the one she was so angry at, it would prompt her to overachieve and shut that coach up for once. Ignoring the teacher, Schraeder looked straight at Pan with his cold, balanced gaze and mentally dared her to impress him. If she hated him, fine. But flight was a gift that Schraeder wouldn't see wasted because of an incompetent teacher.
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Posted: Tue Nov 30, 2010 5:41 pm
 oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
Polly was going though her rotation for the fourth time and still apparently doing everything wrong according to her teach, when Stetson stepped into the gym and looked at her... It was like he was looking into her soul. The teacher just glanced at the king then went back to shouting commands at Polly who was so distracted that... She fell. It was around twenty feet, she panicked mid fall, tried to catch herself, only to fall on her back and bounced a little. It hurt more then she thought it would... The girl groaned and kept her eyes closed, ignoring the sounds of her failure.
"PAN! You're not even TRYING today, Are you? You know what, I'm done. This class is over. Hit the Showers. You can't even keep focus for five minutes can you?!"
The old man turned away from the fallen Polly and walked out of the gym, he was done teaching Polly for the day. In his mind Polly didn't deserve the role she got, he didn't think she was a good student and he didn't think she had the talent it took to really fly. The door clicked shut behind him and Polly rolled over onto her belly , hiding her face in the mat.
"Are you still there?"
She wouldn't look up of course he was. Stetson had seen her mess up, just like everyone always saw her mess up. She felt her eyes sting from the tears she would refuse to shed. her cheeks grew hot from embarrassment and when she finally did sit up and looked at the boy, he body ached from the bumps and bruises.
"Sorry. I didn't mean for you to see that. I'm normally a lot better, Really good in fact."
Lies, She just normally didn't have someone else watching her. But it made her feel better to tell these lies. The little woman crossed her legs under her and looked down at her bare toes. She threw the little wooden dagger a few feet in front of her then winced when she retracted her arm. Her shoulder was majorly messed up.
"It's just... Hard, ya know? Sorry."
Polly wiped her eyes on the back of her wrist and looked back up at Stetson, a brave hopefully confidant face on. The kid wouldn't let her teacher get to her, she was awesome. she was the best. She had to be. Otherwise they wouldn't have picked her... Right?
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 2:25 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
This was an interesting change. The rough, tough Peter Pan - that is, Polly Perkins - on the verge of tears? It appeared that she was, in fact, very vulnerable about her flying. As an evil character, Schraeder knew it was his duty to document that and use it later on to hurt her. But for some reason, seeing her there on the floor in front of him and as open as a book, the King could tell that he would never be able to use this against her. "Why are you sorry?" Schraeder asked, raising an eyebrow. He was genuinely confused. "I don't see any reason for you to apologize, Pan. Even if you were doing worse than usual, and even if that fool of a teacher does nothing but berate you for falling - even if you can't even fly longer than ten seconds without falling flat on your face. Remember this: that's ten seconds of freedom and power that I, with everything I possess and everything I am capable of, will never have. And with that in mind, you should continue to move forward, and not waste your time on the ground, like the coach keeps shouting at you. You can prove him wrong." Schraeder raised his chin and looked towards the showers. "Anyway, Pan. You're tougher than that man is. I've seen that already. Anyone can shout at someone who's failing; it takes a far different person to take to the sky and ignore them. The first step is standing up." And with that, the King walked away, headed for the showers without looking back.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 2:58 pm
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
"Thanks,... Do you want to try it?"
Polly thought she caught a hint of jealousy when she heard him say that flying is something he could never possess. And for the kid, Flying with someone else was a lot easier then flying on her ow, she got to use their excitement and their focus along with her own and it took a lot less work. It was how she learned to fly originally, she had to hold the hand of her teacher and focus his energy along with her own. That was when flying was easy, when it was at it's most fun. Now though... Now it was all about keeping focused and fighting. She was not a good fighter and focusing on something happy and positive while she was trying to fight was really difficult.
"It's really one of the funnest things you could ever do... And I owe you an apology anyway, for what I did back there for B... I shouldn't have yelled at you, called you those names. It was wrong of me and well... I apologize."
Polly stood up wincing as she did. The kid sure cold take a beating, that's for sure. Any other girl would have some broken ribs, a dislocated shoulder and probably a concussion... Luck for Polly was a bit tougher then your normal kid, not much, just enough to keep her safe. The blond walked quickly to catch up with Stetson and she took his right hand softly in her left one.
"So... Want to try? I owe you one and I like to take care of my debts before they start to pile up."
The girl grinned and tried to lead the boy out back into the middle of the gym. Pan chuckled and kept his eyes on the guy's face, making sure he was ready. She didn't want to rush into something that would end badly for both of them, she just wanted to do something nice for someone she had wronged.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 6:58 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Schraeder, typically unflappable, was more than a little startled when Polly took his hand and led him back into the gym. To touch him? The impudence! He swallowed his indignation and kept from speaking, however, due to the nature of her act: the apology. Maybe Pan didn't know how to deal with a King, but in her own way she was being heartfelt and apologizing the only way she knew how. And now they stood in the center of the gym. It was all Schraeder could do to keep from blushing as he realized that their hands were still touching. "What...what do you mean, I can try it? How does this work?"
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 7:14 pm
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
"Well... Think of something nice, something good and exciting, something you love with your whole heart. Think of something happy and hold tight to my hand."
Polly spoke softly because they were standing rather close and she didn't want the guy to think she was shouting or anything. Even though he wasn't really a friend Polly respected where he was coming from. He was just doing his job and he didn't deserve her hurtful words. The girl jumped into the air and pulled Stetson up with her, what ever he was thinking of, paired with her own enormously optimistic thoughts it was enough to bring them both up a few feet into the air.
"You've got it. Just don't let go.... Want to go higher?"
Polly flew a couple yards higher, pulling the boy along with her... This kind of flight was easy, she could do it for as long as she needed to. With someone else to pull energy from she was comfortable to fly for hours. The kid grinned, a boyish very youthful true smile. Stetson wasn't a bad guy, he cared about B enough to try to befriend her. That's just like how Pan herself was a few years back. She came to this school with no friends at all, knowing no one here just like everyone else and now she knew almost everyone and there were not many who hated her.
"There ya go... See, not so impressive, just, Nice."
Pan floated up so she was basically just laying in the air looking down at Stetson, she didn't want him to feel like he wasn't in control or something, if he panicked it would suck to keep them both in the sir herself... He could move about if he wanted to so long as he kept hold of her hand.
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Posted: Wed Dec 01, 2010 10:28 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Happy thoughts? How the hell could happy thoughts get him to fly? It made no sense, none at all! Stifling his confusion and frustration, Schraeder had to frantically think of something happy. He called to mind the last thing that had made him feel good: seeing Bianca smile as she spoke to him was what did it, and before he could get embarrassed he was off the ground, and holding that image in his mind fiercely. "I...I'm flying!" Schraeder said in wonder, momentarily forgetting his choice of tone. "This is...I never imagined I could!" He held tightly to Polly's hand, feeling much, much happier than he thought he could. "Pan, I'm flying!" Schraeder said, pulling her hand like a child and floating and zipping back and forth.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 4:53 am
DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth
I’m telling you ’bout the s— we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)
 Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee came rushing out of the front office. Reprimanded again for her attitude with one of her teachers. Whatever. She ran through the halls, disregarding the rules, until she reached the gym. She was late for class, but had a note. Gah, she hoped Polly hadn't done too much without her. Flying was one of her favorite classes. She flung open the doors. "AGH! I'm here! I'm here!" She yelled out, searching the area for her teacher and her classmate.
It wasn't long before she spotted Polly flying up high in the air. She examined the other figure with a raised eyebrow and head tilted to the side. "Polly....Who's that up there with you?" She asked. However, she didn't wait for an answer. Andee ran and launched herself into the air, making her way up to Pan and the stranger. Once she reached their altitude, she crossed her arms in thought. "I know you...don't I......Ah, the King of Thieves." She stated to no one in particular. "Polly! I'm absent for half a class and you replace me!" She said, a pout on her face. She flew off, slightly hurt. Andee wasn't that annoying, was she? Gah, of course she was. Always doing the odd thing or another. She wasn't suprised that Polly had rather flown with someone else.
She just sat there, a mix between fuming at Polly and feeling sorry for herself. Andee shook her head. Goodness, she was being overly dramatic again. Before long, she flew back to her friend. "Sorry about that. I'm trying to not overreact so much. I shouldn't assume you replaced me just because you are flying around with a cute guy." She said in front of the two, unashamed of what she said. It was true, he was attractive, but she didn't know why Polly was flying with him. Maybe Polly liked him, maybe not. Maybe Polly was being nice, maybe she wanted to show off. There were a number of things that it could have been. "I really am sorry...." She said, now biting her lip, unsure of how they would react. She looked at the King. "You see, it's in my nature to overreact, and trust me, you don't want to be on the wrong side of that...many people have gotten hurt because of my jealousy. I guess that's why they picked me for Tink..." She said, putting her hand out for him to shake, a big smile on her face..
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexy-fied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
Tonight we’re going hard
Just like the world is ours
We’re tearin’ it apart
You know we’re superstars
We are who we are!
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 12:47 pm
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
"You're doing awesome Stetson. Just Great"
Polly smiled at him, the guy was so much more fun up here, where he felt free, and unbeatable. The girl trailed along beside him as he tested his restraints, and just had a jolly good time of things all together. It was when Andree bolted into the room that Polly god distracted, he was still fine to fly, still happy and warm from enjoying Stetson's fun, but when the girl suggested that she was flying with Stetson because he was 'cute' ...Polly blushed deeply and had to focus to keep from falling. She hadn't asked Stetson to fly with her because he was cute.... She didn't even think he was particularly cute... But know that she mentioned it, as far as boys went he was on the handsomer side... But she didn't like boys! She didn't like anyone. Polly just owed him a favor, that's all. Nothing more, never anything more. Besides she wasn't suppose to feel that way about anyone... Teenage crushes were for the weak.
"It's not like that Andree, Don't distract him."
Pan moved to push the girl away and keep Stetson up in the air behind her. She wasn't made at the girl but she didn't want her ruining her project like she always seemed to. Tink was always over reacting and messing up the things that Pan was doing. It was annoying and Polly hated it... But she did care about the girl.
Not in that way either! She cared about her like a sister, or a friend. Polly never felt THAT way about anyone! never. The girl was suppose to be just a boy... Just a kid. Never to grow up, never to mature, never to change or anything. If Polly ever did have feelings about someone, the second a teacher or administrator found out she would be separated from them, never allowed contact, She would be put on medication to lower her passionate feelings.
It was like living to hell... She was allowed to smell food, to see it, to touch it, but never, never to taste it. She couldn't ever form any kind of romantic attachments. It was stupid, silly, idiotic. Polly hated that rule most of all. Everyone though being Peter pan was one of the best roles there was... No. It was hell. Forever a just a kid, never allowed to mature, always fighting. It was thinking about this that made Polly decide that she would end her own life if that's what it came down to. She would rather die then do this her whole life... But not today, today was a nice day and such dark thoughts could be thunk another time.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 2:37 pm
Snow White said when I was young,
"One day my prince will come."
So I wait for that date.
They say its hard to meet your match,
Find my better half.
So we make perfect shapes  Bianca Aneira VonStumph Bianca had pulled Ayden all the way to class. Well, not really, but they managed to make it there on time. As soon as they walked in the door, Sierra was in front of them, speaking to them. At first it sounded like she was bored, or distant, but it also sounded like it was a good thing they were there. She looked at the Queen as she spoke.
Polly? Polly apologised? Oh. Bianca wasn't expecting to be told that. The next line spoken was even less expected, and more suprising. Sierra was kind of complimenting her on speaking up for herself earlier. Scratch that, she was complimenting her. She might have feinted after hearing that. Wow, Sierra was glad she did something. Maybe the two could get along. Forget the rules. Why shouldn't Bianca be friends with whom she pleased?
There must have been a shocked look on her face, but at least it wouldn't seem out of place for her character. She dropped Ayden's arm quite suddenly and went to take her seat, somewhat in a daze. The more she thought about it, the more she realized that she enjoyed speaking for herself earlier. Maybe it would be a more common thing. Hopefully.
While class started, her mind was elsewhere. This morning's events. Meeting up with Stetson later to discuss plans for a movie (even if it was with Ayden). She even thought about breaking free from her character, something she wasn't sure could happen, but regardless, he mind was quite throughly distracted. Her gaze ended up out the window, Emmett had climbed up into the sill outside and was looking at her. She smirked.
It was only when the teacher called on her that she broke out of her reverie. "Oh...umm....Sorry." She said with a blush. "I was distracted." The teacher lightly reprimanded her and continued with the boring lesson.
If stars don't align,
If it doesn't stop time,
If you cant see the sign,
Wait for it.
One hundred percent,
With every penny spent.
He'll be the one that,
Finishes your sentences.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 3:03 pm
DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth
I’m telling you ’bout the s— we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee pouted when Polly went to push her away. "Polly! That's not nice....I was trying to make a friend..." She furrowed her brow. "And I even apologised! Sheesh..." She rolled her eyes. It's not like she was trying to take the guy away from her. Andee wasn't stupid, she saw Polly's blush when she had pointed out that the King was cute. Yes, Andee liked to mess around with boys, but she wouldn't steal one from Polly. The way Polly was acting made her think that she was worried that Andee would flirt him away. As if, she was more into that Aladdin kid, or Prince Charming. The King of Thieves was a bit tall for her tastes.
"You know I won't steal him away from you." She said, laying the guilt on thick. "I thought you knew me better than that Pan..." She crossed her arms, and tilted her head up and looked to the side, one of the more classic Tink poses. "At least I hope you do..." She said softly. Andee bit her lip a moment before looking back at them. "Just let him decide if he doesn't want me around. You know you're stuck with me, but he doesn't have to be...." She offered as a compromise. Andee didn't like being left out when it came to Polly. Like Tink, she almost always followed her around, always on her tail.
Andee felt at home in the spotlight, so she very rarely let it go when she was in it. Right now was one of those times. She waited somewhat patiently for a response from either of them, hovering in the air. She absently brushed her bangs out of her eyes, only to have some fall right back into her blue eyes. She began puffing air out of her mouth to make them move. They'd get out of her eyes again, but fall right back, so the process repeated. That's how she entertained herself while she waited for them to speak...
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexy-fied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
Tonight we’re going hard
Just like the world is ours
We’re tearin’ it apart
You know we’re superstars
We are who we are!
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 5:54 pm
Stetson Schraeder
The King of Thieves
Polly and Schraeder were flying all over the gym now, Schraeder exploring the limits of flight and being filled with more happiness than he thought he could. Then the door burst open, and another girl entered. Now this was interesting. Schraeder was used to receiving compliments from people, as it sort of came with the office. When Andee shouted out that he was cute, he smiled slightly and nodded, acknowledging the compliment without denying or affirming it. He didn't really think much of it; he was used to people wanting something from him and complimenting him to get it. That's how kingship worked. "You're Tinkerbell, yes?" he asked politely, before Polly could speak. "You're correct, I am the King of Thieves. It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm sure." He found her honesty rather refreshing after all the double-talk he was being brought up in. He also took the opportunity to glance over at Polly and gauge the reaction Tinkerbell's words had had - seeing her blush was enough of an answer. Schraeder did not get much enjoyment from this fact, however; to him it was simply another objective fact to be observed and remembered. He looked back at Andee. All this talk about stealing him away...too bad he was already pursuing someone, huh? He ignored it and said, "I wouldn't mind if you stayed," gesturing with his free hand. "Come, join us! The more the merrier, or so I'm told."
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:03 pm
oooooooooooooP o l l y
oooooooooooooooooooooooooo P e r k i n 0000 P E T E R
00000000000P A N
"I- It's not like that at all Andree. I just owed him a favor is all. Here."
Flustered and embarrassed, Polly grabbed the girl's hand and made her take hold of The king of thieve's. She released her self from the situation completely and flew right over the door that led into the boy's showers. The door swung shut behind her and she walked quickly into the locker's area. The school wanted to to use the male facilitates because she was in the process of becoming a boy... It was awkward for everyone involved. The girl took a towel out of her locker and a change of clothes.
She made sure to move quickly and with purpose into the shower stall closest to the exit. Polly secured the curtain with a magnetic strip then undressed and folded her clothes over the curtain bar. When she turned the water on it was cold and she almost shrieked, moving to the corner of the stall, as she waited for the shower to warm up. Once the water was steamy and hot she stepped into the stream and let the comfort of a good shower sooth her battered and bruised body. Polly closed her eyes and washed her hair, She couldn't be too quick because she had to not move her left arm to much yet, it was still rather tender. And her back which was spotted with green and purple bruises ached like some one had taken a base ball bat to her.
Once she was clean, the kid turned off her shower and wrapped a towel around her body, drying off as quick as she could. The first think she put back on was her constricting tang top. With a flat chest and no more curves, The kid put on her boxer briefs and a pair of dark green skinnys. For a shirt she wore a marbled gray and white graphic tee. It had a cool image of a blue feather screen printed on the front and she liked how it looked.
Once dressed Polly slipped out of the shower stall and walked over to the row of sinks where the mirror was. She used a wet paper towel to make sure all of her make up was off.... When it was she looked at herself and... Yeah... She looked just like a guy. Polly was very convincing. The looked like a kid, and that helped her character... But not herself.
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Posted: Thu Dec 02, 2010 7:25 pm
DJ turn it up
It’s about damn time to live it up
I’m so sick of being so serious
It’s making my brain delirious!
I’m just talkin’ truth
I’m telling you ’bout the s— we do
We’re sellin’ our clothes, sleepin’ in cars
Dressin’ it down, hittin’ on dudes (HARD!)
Andromeda Fae Bearie Tinkerbell Andee's repetitive cycle of blowing the hair out of her face was suddenly interrupted as her hand was shoved into the King of Thieves'. She kinda heard that she was welcome from him, but Polly seemed really embarassed all of a sudden. Andee was confused. Polly was almost never embarassed. The girl was proud of everything she did. What had gotten to her?
"I'm confused...." She said aloud to herself. Her hand was holding on tightly to Schrader's, mainly because some part in the back of her mind told her she needed to or else he'd fall, and probably die...or at least get injured severely. She turned to look at him. "So, Mr. King....do you have an idea of what that was all about?" She asked, nodding her head towards the boy's locker room where Polly had disappeared to.
Andee drug them both over to a high window ledge, wide enough to sit on, while she let him think of an answer. She wasn't used to helping other's fly. Tink never had to (other than the pixie dust) so she had never had to. To be on the safe side, she brought him over and sat herself down, not even thinking about letting that hand go. Sure, she could be a bit spacey sometimes, but she could pay attention when it really mattered."Well....you up for more flying, or are you ready to return to the law of gravity?" She asked him, figuring that since Polly was gone, he'd have no more interest. He was the only explanation that popped into her mind about Polly's behavior. She began kicking her feet over the edge. It seemed like some part of her always needed to be in motion, at least while she was awake. Sometimes not even then.
I’ve got that glitter on my eyes
Stockings ripped all up the side
Looking sick and sexy-fied
So let’s go-o-o (Let’s go!)
Tonight we’re going hard
Just like the world is ours
We’re tearin’ it apart
You know we’re superstars
We are who we are!
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