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 Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 12:42 pm
Hello. Probably none of you know me. Oh well.
Keka: I'm just saying, but I think you might kinda be known.
Shush, darling! All shall be explained!
Keka: Oookay... Just get on with it, will ya?!
Okay then, dear.
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E M M A
I know to most of you, that made no sense.
Oh well.
That was... a greeting, of some sort.
Nice to meet you.
I'm Emma-chan_Muffin.
Please, I beg of you, call me Emma.
I'm also wacky.
But that's not my name.
But you are free to call me Bob (Long story).
As long as you don't hit me with a shoe...
I'm fine.
And that's another story that shall eventually
get told somewhere on this topic.
WARNING:
Emma suffers from random spazz attacks and such.
Please approach with EXTREME caution.
Only when she's had soda, though...
Well, usually, at least.
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 1:00 pm
K E K A  K e k a
F e m a l e
T h o u g h t f u l
B u b b l y
B r a v e
H a r v e s t e r
A t t i l a C l a n
T h e m e:
T h e G r e a t E s c a p e
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ S T O R Y W h e n...
Keka was a child, she was more careless than she is now. Her parents watched over her, and made sure she didn't get into trouble. But that all changed. She one day got lost when a terrble storm came from the West. It killed her family, and seperated her for a short while from her Clan. Distraut and alone, she didn't let it get her down. She came up with the word, "Forshizzle." It made her laugh, so she said it every morning, not wanting to be hurt again. After awhile, she reunited with the Attila Clan, and became a Harvester. Her brother would have told her, "Just be happy, Keka." She soon found that she couldn't let anything keep her down... but she knew to start thinking things through. She still mourns for her family, of course, but that's her buisness, and her's alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ L O V E K e k a : No one. Looking for someone that will make her happy, though. Feel free to PM me (Emma)!
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Posted: Tue May 20, 2008 1:08 pm
S h o e s . . . u g h . Okay. Hello. You probably want to know what that story is... don't you? If you don't... oh well. *laughs* Okay... so...
The Hit with a Shoe Story!
At school a boy named Jackson jumped a low wire fence at our school. Anywho, he fell on the ground several times, and the second to last time I went rushing over because there was a loud THUD! The last time he didn't move, so I poked him with my shoe. He took off his shoe (which was a skateboarding shoe. Those are heavy shoes) and it hit my ankle. Hehe... that was funny... I still laugh at that... but Jackson hates me.
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