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Posted: Thu Dec 24, 2009 9:58 pm
Calls Rouge on cellular telephone (lol)
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 1:58 pm
*hears my phone and picks it ip* "hello?" not knowing who it is..
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:16 pm
Hello Traitor...Remember me?
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:17 pm
*eyes widen* "traitor!! what do you mean!!! I JUST WOKE UP!!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:26 pm
You sent that pendragon guy to murder me in my sleep I saw his gun
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:32 pm
*it clicke on who it is.* "WHAT (loosing her temper)! I DID NO SUCH THING!! WHERE ARE YOU TWO!!!"
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:41 pm
Well then he did it himself! He is on the roof and i'm about 48 miles away
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 3:58 pm
"48 MILES! geeze( now cooling a bit).. i ll go talk to him." *climbs up to the top of the roof* "pendragon? whats going on?"
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 4:01 pm
Be carfull Rouge he has a gun
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 4:05 pm
*smiles (but of course you cant see it XD) and giggles* "trust me i know what im doing." *shuts the phone.* *walks slowly over to pendragon.* "pendragon? are you..ok?" *looks at his eyes and they are fluxing colors* "cool down pendragon..its ok..im here..." *holds his hand.hoping it would help him out*
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Posted: Fri Dec 25, 2009 4:15 pm
Bye Rouge *taps screen and phone shuts off* I hope she'll be ok... *takes off out of human gas station with stolen gas*
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Posted: Fri Jan 01, 2010 7:22 pm
"I'm good but that a** ran off"
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 6:30 pm
((dam i missed ya ))
"What happened pendragon? what a**"
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Posted: Mon Jan 04, 2010 7:43 pm
"space I had an idea if I shot he would wake up"
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Posted: Tue Jan 05, 2010 8:14 pm
She smiled going back to her cookyness. "Oh you mean Mr. Alien?" She giggled. "Hes alright...hes a good guy...i think..."
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