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 Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 7:06 pm
 Marcellin "ROSE" Bellerose
"Life is a rose, beware of the thorns." ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤ "Mmm," Was Rose's only response, relieved that there were going to be no interruptions. And then there was one. A rather loud one. He immediately jumped back, wondering what the hell that was. The bed wasn't supposed to be shaking yet! His first thought was that it was whatever had taken him before, but he had heard that the monster was killed off. That just meant someone was out there, purposely messing with him now. It was the only explanation.
He frowned at Mr. Gray when he said he would go out to check what it was. No way. Whatever it was, he was going to chase it away himself, absolutely sick of all the distractions. He needed something hard to hit whoever or whatever it was first though. He hopped off the bed, immediately thinking of books because... well, if they were unpleasant to read, they would be unpleasant to be hit with too. And he knew where one book was. As Mr. Gray was pulling on his shirt (which made him even more upset), he fished around for the diary. He grabbed it and immediately went for the door, unlocking it and throwing it open. He looked around the side of the wagon and noticed some guy. He must have been the culprit! He threw the diary at him, shouting, "What the hell do you think you're doing? Can't you see I'm busy here!?" ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤
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Posted: Sun Jun 24, 2012 11:01 pm
 .:l Isabelle "Izzy" Bulcorb l:.
"To me, boxing is like a ballet,
except there's no music, no choreography,
"Auuuggghhhh." Izzy groaned as she slowly slid down onto ground, rolling around in agony. Awh, who the heck put this wagon here anyway!? Didn't the wagon know that it was supposed to be further back, so she had enough time to pay attention and stop. Pft. Whatever. The throbbing pain on her head just meant that she had battle wounds and didn't cry like she knew Edward and Jacob totally would.
As she flailed about on the ground which was NOT crying, Izzy noticed something flying towards her, and she immediately caught it. HAH! What now!? Years of FOOTBAWL taught her to look out for flying objects, especially when they didn't always necessarily involve being a football. Her bros were too cruel sometimes. Wait, what was she supposed to do now? Oh, right! She was supposed to run for the goal because that's what that blonde guy wanted her to do right? "You're welcome!!!" Izzy shouted back as she bolted off to search for said goal. After all, this guy must be thanking her for being on his team.
[Exits]
and the dancers hit each other."
- Jack Handey
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:12 am
Peregrine.Elliott.Gray.Wellington.IV If you look like a pirate,
then speak like a gentleman...
By the time Gray made it to the door, still buttoning his shirt, Rose had scared off whomever was out there. "What on earth is going on?" he asked, watching someone flee.
"Would you mind filling me in on precisely what just happened? Do you know that person?" Maybe it was a new student? It looked rather like it...
But then, who knew? Maybe it was some sort of weird hobo lurking around the grounds. Nah...that would be completely ridiculous.
...and no one will notice
you have a heart like a pirate too.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 1:30 am
Marcellin "ROSE" Bellerose
"Life is a rose, beware of the thorns." ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤ He... took it. Rose blinked, watching as the boy ran off with the diary with a very confusing 'you're welcome'. Why... what. He was absolutely speechless. Well, at least he didn't have to worry about that guy trying to steal Mr. Gray from him. He didn't even stay long enough to say hello, running off as soon as he got the diary. Which was still really weird.
"I... have no clue," He mumbled honestly, watching the strange guy disappear in the distance before turning back to Mr. Gray and noticing what he was doing. "No, no, no," He immediately swatted his hands away from his shirt as he tried to push him back into the wagon. There was no way he was giving up just because some lunatic decided to attack the wagon and run away. "Take that off. He's gone now," He demanded with a frown, refusing to allow another interruption. ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 2:09 am
Peregrine.Elliott.Gray.Wellington.IV If you look like a pirate,
then speak like a gentleman...
"I should at least go out and see if the little cretin did any damage," he said, trying to get past Rose so he could got out and check the side of his wagon. He had no idea how the boy even managed to run into it, assuming that's what happened. He sighed quietly and finally just gave up. "Oh fine."
He would just go check later. He pulled Rose back inside, reaching around him to pull the door shut and lock it again. "Actually, I'm curious what's going to interrupt us this time. A tsunami? Flaming hail? Frog rain," he joked. "Surely it's going to be something dramatic."
Gray pulled Rose closer, grinning down at him. "My wagon seems to attract a lot of attention. Maybe I should move it somewhere more out of the way..."
...and no one will notice
you have a heart like a pirate too.
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Posted: Mon Jun 25, 2012 3:01 am
Marcellin "ROSE" Bellerose
"Life is a rose, beware of the thorns." ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤ Rose frowned when Gray wanted to go check on the wagon. Sure, the guy hit it pretty hard, but he doubted he made a dent in it. And even if he did, that wasn't what mattered at the moment. He remained in the way and kept pushing him back until he finally gave up, sighing when he closed and locked the door behind them.
"Nothing is going to interrupt us this time. I don't care if the sun goes out, a meteor the size of Io is hurtling toward us, or even if a zombie apocalypse happens. No distractions," He told Gray, having completely lost his patience at this point. People kept getting in the way what felt like a hundred times already, and he wasn't too happy about that.
He did finally smile a bit when he was pulled close, nodding in agreement, "Yes, that would definitely help..." He then noticed that Gray's shirt was still on despite what he had told him. His smile faltering, he started undoing the buttons himself, pushing him back towards the bed. ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤
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High-functioning Marshmallow
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Posted: Thu Jun 28, 2012 9:48 pm
gﾑd  xDon't you know what's out there in the world?
Someone has to shield you from the world. ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Time to apologize! But, Gad had made certain this time that he was going to do it without disturbing anyone! He didn't want to get hurt again or hurt anyone else's feelings this time.. He rubbed his hands uncomfortably as he recalled that day, glancing around the area outside of the red wagon with a frown. No one was here, right..? He was sure he was alone! He swallowed hard and left the box he had lugged up to the wagon behind so he could run to the door. He hesitated there and tried to look through the windows, but he saw nothing of relevance. The only real test he could do was knock on the door and run behind the wagon to wait and see if anyone came out.
Gad had done just that – and, to his relief, when five minutes had passed, no one had come out! Yes! He smiled to himself and went to the box again, kneeling over it as he opened it up. Inside was various colored carnations ready to be planted, a few hand-shovels, and gloves – yes, the man was going to plant flowers outside of the other man's wagon! He knew he didn't like the flowers of before, but.. but maybe it was because he didn't want to.. plant them himself..? O-or maybe it was because he dropped it before he could receive it? He didn't know, but this was the only way he could think of apologizing! He frowned worriedly at himself, but didn't stop his work of digging up the earth outside the wagon and getting those carnations planted.▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Princes wait there in the world, it's true.xxxx
Princes, yes, but wolves and humans, too.xxxxx
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 7:53 pm
 .:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
Annalie was so damn close to catching her snack last time, yet it still got away from her. She'll have to keep trying, and that's what made the game fun. After all, if her prey was that easy to catch, where was the challenge? By the time she would actually be able to dine on the lizard, it'd be delicious simply because of all the efforts she'd be putting into this hunt. However, it'd be pointless to spend her whole life going after this thing because there was always other tasty morsels to snack on, and that was why she was limiting her hunting. It'd be one place at a time, and this wagon just happened to be her target.
She had always seen it near the dorms, but who knew? The lizard could have been hiding there all this time. As she wheeled her away over to the wagon, Annalie made sure to scoop up a rock and hurled it at the door. Hey, there was no way she was going to be climbing those stairs just to knock on a door. Rock throwing was more practical, and that was that.
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 9:12 pm
Peregrine.Elliott.Gray.Wellington.IV If you look like a pirate,
then speak like a gentleman...
Gray burst out of the wagon, eye bloodshot and hair mussed. He'd been up late working again and was halfway into his first cup of coffee when the rock hit the door. The first thing he did was inspect for damage, then he hurled the rock off his porch and glared at---
"HOLY HELL!" Gray stumbled backwards and fell, scrambling back away from the door. She'd found him! She had definitely come for his eye. Fortunately, his golems were outside to keep her from getting in and he had...weapons. Like his pistol. He debated if he wanted to piss the undines off by killing one of their kind (or someone who was close enough to it).
He couldn't believe he'd managed to avoid this woman for so long but she'd finally found him again. He was definitely doomed.
...and no one will notice
you have a heart like a pirate too.
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Posted: Sun Jul 15, 2012 12:02 am
Marcellin "ROSE" Bellerose
"Life is a rose, beware of the thorns." ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤ Rose was just about to drag Gray to bed, since apparently he decided that regular sleep wasn't necessary when he flinched at a loud bang at the door. Wow. Interruptions even when he wanted to pull him to bed for (mostly) innocent reasons? He was surprised by how fast Gray threw open the door, quickly running up behind him so he could see what it was. He swore, if it was that giant oaf or that a** he fought with in the cafeteria, he would rip them a new one.
Before he could even glance out the door, Gray stumbled back, and Rose barely moved out of the way in time so he wouldn't be crushed. "What? What is it?" He asked frantically, not used to seeing him so panicked. That's it. Whoever it was, he wasn't letting them anywhere near the wagon. He would defend it and Gray with his life!
Despite his brave thoughts, the moment he peeked out the door, he spotted a woman out there. No. Hell no. He was done with women. He was scared to hell and back by all the girls in that underground lab, the girl in the library, and even the librarian herself. No more. With a frightened squeak, he immediately turned tail and fled, hiding behind Gray. He dug his nails into his shoulders, trying to hold him still so he could cower behind his human shield. ❤═━.¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸..¸¸.•´¯`•.¸¸.━═❤
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