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 Posted: Thu Sep 07, 2006 8:35 pm
Night watched from away. She vanished as quickly as she had appeared it seemed. Night was never in one place anymore. No. She prefered to keep to herself at nearly all times. She made her moves as she was directed and nothing more. After all, she'd only end up like melina and Shorti, arguing with others over pointless garbage.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 7:43 am
JohnMilyCena LigtingPhoneix JohnMilyCena Hey anyone around."Melina walks around looking for someone to talk to" *Dark Raider drove into the parking lot, in his black and white lowrider, he walks out of his car, and headed towards the building, when at the corner of his eyes saw Melina, and walk up to Melina*"Hey, Melina. smile Hi,*smirks*Im the true Hardcore Champion*holds your hand and kisses your hand* Nice to meet you. smile
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 9:57 am
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 10:05 am
*smiles* would you like me to escort you inside question
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 10:22 am
*Sparks shows up* Do we have a problem here?
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 10:23 am
No, no prob. at all,so, just mind your own business. 3nodding
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 10:25 am
Ahem do you know who I am? I am Melina's client!
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 10:27 am
We Have more important business to attend to. We have to rid NWWE of DX.
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 11:28 am
Well it was nice meeting you.
*Melina walks away with Sparks*
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Posted: Sat Sep 09, 2006 7:11 pm
Donny walked by the three as they exchanged words, just catching the comment of riding NWWE of DX, he gave a little laugh and kept walking, murmering to himself "Good luck with that, Id give anything to get that big nosed b*****d of my back"
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Posted: Sat Oct 21, 2006 2:44 am
Mopes around mumbling to himself .
"fired....fired..."
His eyes dart from the left to the right as he holds his hands together.
"fired.... me...Eric Young."
He speaks almost in a quivering whisper.
"I got fired... "
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Posted: Thu Feb 01, 2007 1:24 pm
Mr. Master walks up shoving Young out of his way and walks inside
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Whisper of a Broken Dream
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Posted: Thu May 10, 2007 4:40 pm
"Hi, Eric!" JC stated as she was about to enter the building. She shot a cold glare at Mr. Master and looked back at Young, giving him a smile before starting to go into the building.
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Posted: Thu Aug 02, 2007 4:59 pm
A tan colored 1973 Oldsmobile Delta 88 gradually made it's way into the garage, the sound of "We Didn't Start the Fire" by Billy Joel echoing throughout the sporadically filled parking area. With a high pitched squeal eminating from the worn brake pads, the car came to a stop near the entrance to the arena.
"Can't believe I picked up a hitchhiker. Stupid! Could have been home with the family...but noooo!!" the 40-something year old driver mumbled as he climbed out of the now stationary Oldsmobile. "Punk kid could have at least ridden in the front seat like a normal person..."
Reaching down to push on the release, the trunk flew open, the unwanted passenger hastily scrambling out.
"AHHH!! God your music is horrible! How can you listen to that!!" he yelled as he slowly got to his feet after that unplanned fall.
"I happen to like Billy Joel, thank you very much! Wait...why did you insist that you ride in the trunk. Not running from the cops or somethin, are ya boy?"
After dusting himself off and picking up his messenger bag, which was quickly placed about his shoulder, the hitchhiker turned his attention back to the driver. "Why do people keep saying that...nevertheless...I happen to prefer riding in the trunk. Long ride from Tennessee. Needed sleep. Bad music. Business to attend to. Shut up."
"Just give me my money, kid. Didn't spend 18 hours drivin' just to practice my good samaritan act."
"Uh...hmmm...yea...HEY LOOK!! DISTRACTION!!" After noticing that his plan had infact not worked, a quick thumb to the eye sealed the deal as he ran through the double doors into the arena.
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