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 Posted: Fri Oct 30, 2009 2:11 am
xxx xxx❶ ❷ ❸ What if a mysterious company by the name of Testing~123 decided to host a game. Not just any game, but a game of the fittest and you -yes you- were one of the canidates? This wasn't what you would have expected at first. Living in the society's most expensive and luxurious hotel that has almost everything you could possibly dream of whilst trying to co-operate with fellow band members of your group.
Who will win and a debt-free life? Or lose and fall into poverty?
The battle. Has begun.
~For everyone's information~
-Follow the rules of the original rp
-send me either a pm or catch me in the ooc chat and tell me in which band you are and what exactly you are[guitarist,lead singer,drummer etc.]
-For the notice:The rooms are shared[that means all the members of one band are living in one room and the members of the second band are living in another room]
-Have fun ;3
//SeasonSpring :: Summer :: Fall :: Winter//TemperatureFreezing :: Cold :: Cool :: Warm :: Humid :: Hot :: Boiling //ToDMorning :: Noon :: Afternoon :: Evening :: Night
//RoomsBand 1's Bedroom::
Canada[lead singer]
Taiwan[keyboardist]
S.Italy[guitarist]
Greece[bassist]
Denmark[drummer]
Spain[2nd vocal]
Hungary[Electric Violinist]
Band 2's Bedroom::
England[lead singer]
Iceland[guitarist]
Russia[keyboardist]
Latvia[drummer]
France[bassist]
Scotland[Electric Violinist]
Sweden[piano]
Bosnia&Herzegovina[2nd vocals]
//Events *Getting used to the hotel[The arrival and first day]
*Practice
*1st Concert
*2nd Concert
*Last concert[A big thanks to anna for making this layout ;3]
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 4:02 am
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJUST DON'T LOOK BACK !! ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx{xxthere's a kitten on the losexx} ▪ ▫xxG r e e c e !!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭It was a rather steamy autumn day when Greece strolled pass, letter in hand and bass guitar strapped to back. His eyes lowered to the papers once more for the fifth thus far, his feet made soundless sweeps across the fresh, but hot pavement. Testing~ one, two, three. Was that even a company? He just had to make sure this letter wasn't at all a bolo-- His feet came to a casual stop.
It had blocked out the sun. Or could you say, the source of such a looming shadow was large enough to hide the sun behind its mass. Theo lifted not just his eyes, but his face to see the gaint.
Modern.
It was just too modern, but it was in the slightest way beautiful. The Greek's plain and emotionless eyes lowered back to the direction in which the door was. He needed this letter didn't he? Theo was silent, not because didn't know what to do, but the feeling there should be others just like him pondering over this.
His feet brought him over, his hand showed the letter to the officer and his eyes glanced through at just a portion of the lobby. He walked in, folding the paper neatly before tucking it away in his back pocket. Several maids, staff, business people and even pets mingled together in this quiet atmosphere. "Excuse me, Mr. Karpusi, Sir." A voice rang from the nearby counter. Theo turned his head, surprised that she even knew his last name. These people. This company. They did alot of research possibly to have memorized just one stranger's last name, didn't they?
The resceptionist drew out a card, not just a card, an ID. Greece brought his hand forward as he stepped over, recieving the card from her. His face was in clear print. So, they weren't lying when they said it would round up much need for security, eh? Theo pinned the personal identication to his olive jacket, all the while thanking her before recieving another small letter and a card key.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT h e o p h y l a k t o sxxK a r p u s ixx▪ ▫ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ 
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 11:15 am
 > [xxxxxAlvaro Vargasxxxxx]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx---------------- Romano slung the guitar on his back. If there was one thing he could do which he father couldn't do, it was actually play music and make it sound good. Thankfully he speant a lot of time with Zio Feliciano and learnt a few artistic things from him. There was still hope for the southern Italian nation yet! Just now he had a chance to prove it!
Driving a vespa with a guitar on your back was proving slightly more difficult than expected, it was throwing him off balance. He skidded past red lights and cars swerved out of his way, drivers swearing angrilly at him.
"EEH! Vaffanculo!"It seemed that shouting at the drivers in Italian was good enough to make them realise it was in this guys blood to drive like a maniac. There was nothing wrong with Alvaro's driving, he'd never broken anything, yet, even without wearing a helmet!
Alvaro got to the building, parked the vespa and checked his watch."Damn it I'm early..."
Leaving a car crash scene behind him, he entered.
What? It wasn't as if he had enough money to pay the insurance if he went to check if they were okay...
"CIAO, Grecia!"He might have been using his outdoors voice still but he didn't care. A woman behind him quietly said: "Mr. Vargas?"She took him through the same procedeur as the Greek before he could continue.Fare Musica!xxxx♫ ♪
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 11:46 am
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxD A N M A R K
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B e o w u l fxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Beowulf tugged on the luggage trolley as he entered the luxury hotel. He was rather surprised to find him self in such a big place. He was offered to hand over the trolley so it could be taken up to his room but he wasn't going to let his drum set out of his sight because within the black casing was a specially made set. Beautiful white that shined different colors in all light setting and it had an old Norse design of Thought and Memory, the ravens of Odin, and the three wolves of Norse Mythology as well. Fenris, Skoll and Hati, He was pleased with the designs and the reference of his countries centuries old religion. His sticks also had the design of the 'celtic knot' on it. He snapped out of his musings as he approached the front desk along with Alvaro and Theo. His smile broadened and his pace kicked up. "Hey!" He called out waving his free arm about until he got close enough to the other two. "You got invited here as well? You've got to tell me where you guys are gonna be" Beowulf said even though Theo was his friend he was sure Alvaro wouldn't want some more right? The lady at the front desk looked rather bored but curious on who these people where before getting out another key card. Of course she was going to have to ID them before just giving them the cards.  This north in my head
It's so cold and lonely
Lonely without you
Let me hold you
And warm us
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 12:26 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxJUST DON'T LOOK BACK !! ███████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████████ xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx{xxthere's a kitten on the losexx} ▪ ▫xxG r e e c e !!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭It was the that Greece heard so someone call him, but the second time he froze on the spot at that familiar voice. His teal-colored eyes peered back to see a certain Dane. "Denmark..." A light blush pecked his cheeks, only to be washed away soon. Theo looked at the letter in hand, then back to the others, turning himself to wondered over.
"It say I'm in Band one. Bass. If you guys want, we can--"
He saw the luggage.
"You're drums...?" He pondered, reaching his fingers back to brush the bottom of his bass, just to remind him that it was there. Theo gave a softened look, curious, but just in thought.
"Anywho... I'm off, guys. Meet you on the fifth floor if you're in my band!"
The Karpusi turned, wandering over to the stairs rather than the elevator. He never did trusted modern technology because who knows when it'll backfire in one's face? The Greek, then with all said and done, exercised his way up. It would make anyone ponder if he was really that clever to climb five stories of stairs.
Yes.
Yes he was.xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxT h e o p h y l a k t o sxxK a r p u s ixx▪ ▫ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭ ▭
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 1:59 pm
~Latvia ღ ღ ღ • • • • • • Latvia slowly walked torwards the huge building in the distance with dull expression on his features..He was rather exited about all this but his mind couldn't keep wondering about what will happen to him and the others if he loses..His mind was full of anticipation..
Am I gonna lose everything..?
Or win a debt free life..?
Kārlis was starting to think it was bad idea to participate in this event but heck, it was to late to regret it now, was it..?
Latvia came to a stop when he was at the gates of the huge, modern yet beautiful hotel."whow..." Kārlis blurted out without thinking while eyeing the huge building he was gonna stay in..
It sure is huge...
The Latvian shook his head and started to walk inside the building and headed for the reception desk but before he could do anything he tripped over the front door and landed on the floor with a loud thud and his luggage came crashing on him a second after he was on the ground...Kārlis grunted in pain because it isn't really plesant when you luggage which contains drums falls on you...literaly, but he quickly lifted himself off the ground and picked up his luggage..He saw Greece and and S.Italy in the lobby and he came to the conclusion he wasn't the only one present...The staff of the hotel ran torwards the clumzy latvian"Mr.Galante are you alright?"One of the maids asked concerned"Yes..Sorry,I'm such a clutz.."Kārlis said laughing lightly in embarasment and then the girl which was behind the reception desk called out to him"Mr.Galante come here to recieve your id card.."And as she said that Latvia ran over to the reception..The woman said nothing and gave the latvian him, his ID card..
whoa..so modern...
"Oh hi Alvaro!"Kārlis said noticing the Southern Italian nation standing next to him at the reception..
[btw Latvia dyed his hair back blond for this ocasion lol]
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 2:42 pm
>>> L i l i y aBraginski~xxxxxx<<<Can you hear the echoes of love?
They are lost within me, burried too deep,
Tell me what it is to be whole,
And I'll take your hand.Liliya had a young man carry her keyboard for her. It wan't that she was too weak to carry it, oh far from it, but because she could get men to do what she wanted~ The man was from her own country and when she found herself at the front doors of the hotel Liliya ruffled his hair, gave him a sweet smile then took the keyboard from him.
"Do what you want now~"
She was hesitant, at first, when she saw Denmark, Greece, South... Latvia? She always enjoyed it when other countries were involved, Russia had an unhealthy obsession-- which the others were more than aware of. She took a swig of vodka but still managed to walk elegantly towards the desk, it was great how alcohol had no effect on her. She didn't greet the others, she was interested in seeing how quickly they noticed her and how they would react. (She was a control freak and attention seeker who didn't seem to get her way.)
"Um, Braginski?"
Liliya mumbled to the woman over the desk. The woman was already on it and supplied the girl with her id and key.
"Oh, that's a shame... My picture makes me look scary!"
Of course she didn't look like that normally.
The Russian placed the badge on and looked over at Latvia's. Band 2?
She giggled.  Russian rock~? x x [[OOC| I got lazy and used pictures of Belarus, but it works right? ^ ^ Bela should sooo be her mother - maybe Russia got married to her in the end? *yay inscest*]]
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 2:54 pm
> [xxxxxAlvaro Vargasxxxxx]xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx----------------Greece was band one, hm? Well that wasn't a bad start, someone he didn't fear or want to throttle, so maybe this'll work out fine? But of course Romano would have to show these guys how it's really done!
"I'm band one too! Guitarist."By this time he was talking to Denmark because Greece was already on his way. He grinned at the nordic country.
He heard his name but it took him a while to register who it was... He looks like... Latvia?
"Ciao, Kārlis! Um, the blonde hair looks cool."But there also was a creepy presence... Those violet eyes were so piercing that it was unmissible.
Dio, please don't let me be in her band!
Surely Russia's type of music would make your ears bleed? Or so that was the strange image Alvaro had put into his head.Fare Musica!xxxx♫ ♪
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 3:33 pm
~Latvia ღ ღ ღ • • • • • •
Latvia chuckled seeing that the italian didn't recongnize Kārlis at first"Thanks!Blonds do have more fun afterall." Really at first Kālis didn't want to dye his hair back blond but he did it because he thought he needed a change...And really the diffrence wasn't that big but it made a diffrence didn't it?
As Latvia was glancing he saw lilya walking up to the reception"uhh G-Good to see you here Russia.."Kārlis nervously greeted the familiar russian girl and laughed at her comment how the picture made her scary althou the blond Latvian boy wanted to scream in fear when he herd that scary voice of her's..
Don't scream,don't scream,don't scream...
Then something in her ID caught his eyes and he couldn't help but gasp in horror..Kārlis putted one of his hands to cover his mouth from screaming
DON'T SCREAM,DON'T SCREAM,DON'T SCREAM,DON'T SCREAM..
After a few seconds the blond recovered from his shock and began talking with the russian again yet he was pale as a white piece of chalk"a-ah Lilya i-it seems we are i-in the same band.."
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 5:50 pm
†This story's missing a wishing well†No mirror to show and tell†No kiss that can break the spell†I'm falling asleep†
†Every prince is a fantasy†The witch is inside of me†The poison will wash away†The memory†
†We kill the lights†And put on a show†It's all a lie†But you'd never know†The star will shine†And then it will fall†And you will forget it all†
†And after midnight we're all the same†No glass shoe to bring us fame†Nobody to take the blame†We're falling apart†
†Every story's a waiting game†A flower for every name†Their colors are filling you†With falling rain†
†We kill the lights and put on a show†It's all a lie†But you'd never know†The star will shine†And then it will fall†And you will forget it all†
†Now you know it's so much better to pretend†There's something waiting for you here†Every letter that you wrote†Has found its way to me my dear†You can make believe that what you say†Is what I want to hear†I'll keep dancing through this beautiful, delusional career†Faking every tear†Looking like a compromise suicide†Keeping all my dreams alive† 
"Oh Rella, if I want to keep a charm on the end of the chord, I'll do so.", Alice waved her hand flippantly as if there was someone next to her. There was, but it wasn't visible to most of the human population. "Yes! Even if it is an 19th century dowsing diamond.", she rolled her eyes. The door opened for her before she even showed up on the security cameras. "No, Rella, I don't. This is supposed to be fun~!", the blonde checked in with the front desk.
"Though I suppose it isn't wise to not know what I'm doing...", she continued talking, not noticing, or perhaps not caring that several others in the lobby were giving her strange looks. Most of them assumed that she had a headset hidden in her curly locks and returned to what they were doing. "But that makes it even better! Like an adventure, right?".
Alice burst out in soft giggles, "How did you know? He always says things like that! You think he'll be okay?". And the woman continued on conversing to what the rest of the world thought was thin air. Except those that could see ghosts and spirits, of course.
Sunlight fading♪Black tongues speak faster than the car can crash ♪You supply the rumours♪And I'll provide the wrath♪Romance is breaking every heart in two♪Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue ALICE KIRKLAND
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 5:55 pm
xxxxxxxxxxxxxx{• • м e ʟ ι s s α × × ω ι ʟ ʟ ι α м s} {♥ c α ɴ α ∂ α ♥}xxxxxxxxxxxxxx  Canada smiled. She was driving her Acura MDX SUV which was proudly manufactured in Canada. At 16 and a half, you could drive a car, just not with full previlegdes, but she was the embodiement of Canada, who would notice anyways? Now. Where just was Canada? Her invisibility had caused her lots of missed parties but this, this was quite unexpected. Once in a blue moon, she would be remembered and suddenly, she gets invited to God knows where. This was one of the times. She was invited to...what? Testing~123, a game. No one elaborated on what was Testing~123 or what kind of game it was. Except for poverty and debt-free lives. As a country, that'd be like, a miracle. No country, not matter how powerful will be completely debt-free. Her eyes wandered to the invite, and with response, she was the band's lead singer.
As she was humming the tune to her own song, O Canada, her violet eyes met with a pretty, modern building. Was this the place? Canada checked her invite once more. Apparently, it was. Her head cocked and she later shrugged, wondering. What could possibly go wrong? She parked her car in the lot, clicking the lock after retreiving the generic black duffel bag and grabbing her bag.
As soon as Canada entered the lobby, a receptionist looked at her strangely. It seemed as if the door opened by itself. She rolled her eyes and thought of herself as visible, and not one that wasn't. Let's hope she sees me now... The receptionist's seem to have seen her and the look on her face was shocked. Her face read 'where did that girl come from?!' Well of course she'd be shocked, I just went 'hocus pocus' and appeared out of God knows nowhere. Settling herself down, she asked 'Ms Williams?' Canada promptly nodded and walked to the receptionist.
She was given an ID card. One with her picture on it. Wonderful, she thought. Just trying to get people to remember me right? Unfortunately that won't happen because... Her thoughts were left hanging as she later recieved a card key and a small letter. The card key was the standard white with the company's logo engraved on it. Canada stuffed the letter and key into the pocket of her black jacket and pinned the ID card on her jacket.
As a vocalist, she wouldn't carry an instrument, but practicing her voice would be a good idea. Now the question was, what was she to do now
[ooc]Edited a bit to fit in the car. <:[/ooc] 
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 6:13 pm
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B e o w u l fxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx "Wow it's getting crowded I think I'll head upstairs" Beowulf said keeping his idea card hidden so the other wouldn't know what ban he was until they saw him or didn't. He tugged the luggage trolley towards the elevator. He stood there for a little bit until the elevator doors opened and he managed to get his things and himself into the elevator car and pressed both floors for the bands. Although when the doors closed he couldn't help but have a wolfish smile after all he was on the same band as Greece. He wondered if they shared the same room? Who knows, but he couldn't wait to find out! This north in my head
It's so cold and lonely
Lonely without you
Let me hold you
And warm us
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 6:48 pm
>>> L i l i y aBraginski~xxxxxx<<<Can you hear the echoes of love?
They are lost within me, burried too deep,
Tell me what it is to be whole,
And I'll take your hand."What's that? The same band? We get to play together, da~?"
Oh, closer to her Latvia. She didn't care what Testing 1 2 3 had in store for Russia, she had plans of her own. She wasn't going to down easily, if she was, she'd bring everyone else down.. screaming.
Liliya held Kārlis close, humming a made up tune. Maybe she'd get a chance to write down all the little songs that she could hear in her head?
She wasn't the only one with voices in her head...
"Alicia~!"
Her clasp around Latvia didn't change. She kept him in a positions which rendered his arms useless.
"Which band do you belong to?"
Russian rock~? x x
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 6:52 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxI C E L A N Dxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx×xx×xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxThe Isle of Ice xx✖xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLet the snow [ f a l l ]xxxx B a l d e r xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxBaldur quietly entered the hotel, not looking at awe of how big or luxurious it was. He was tired and really just wanted to get to a bed and sleep for a little bit. His guitar rested in an old beat up case which hid it's glory. At least in Iceland's opinion. The guitar was a beautiful frosted blue color with a Nordic dragon flying along the bottom curve as fire reached up to the neck and beneath the strings. The citizen he received it from said that the idea came to him when he read old stories of Iceland's Dragon area and that immediately made Baldur connect with it. He noticed everyone around the front desk and hoped he could sneak in, get his card, and sneak out before anyone stopped him to talk because he was sure to fall asleep on his feet if they did. A broken heart doesn’t break evenly,
And I’m falling apart without you beside me…
So won’t you find me,
And save me from this winter fantasy
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Posted: Sat Oct 31, 2009 6:56 pm
†This story's missing a wishing well†No mirror to show and tell†No kiss that can break the spell†I'm falling asleep†
†Every prince is a fantasy†The witch is inside of me†The poison will wash away†The memory†
†We kill the lights†And put on a show†It's all a lie†But you'd never know†The star will shine†And then it will fall†And you will forget it all†
†And after midnight we're all the same†No glass shoe to bring us fame†Nobody to take the blame†We're falling apart†
†Every story's a waiting game†A flower for every name†Their colors are filling you†With falling rain†
†We kill the lights and put on a show†It's all a lie†But you'd never know†The star will shine†And then it will fall†And you will forget it all†
†Now you know it's so much better to pretend†There's something waiting for you here†Every letter that you wrote†Has found its way to me my dear†You can make believe that what you say†Is what I want to hear†I'll keep dancing through this beautiful, delusional career†Faking every tear†Looking like a compromise suicide†Keeping all my dreams alive†
Her name called, Alice turned to the source of the voice, mouth curving slightly into a warm smile. One that was rarely seen and only when Liliya was present.
"Liliya! What are you doing here?".
She went over to the Russia, patting Latvia on the head absent-mindedly.
"My secretary told me to come!".
Well, it was true. It wasn't like she had time to handle organizing such business. It wasn't as if she'd really wanted to become a country in the first place, but she rose for the duty. It didn't mean that she would be great at it though. It had to be a joint effort.
"Band...? Ah, right."
So this was what it was about? Well, if Rella told her to do this, then she might as well.
"The second one, I believe."
Thank you, Rella. Without that woman, she was nearly nothing.
Sunlight fading♪Black tongues speak faster than the car can crash ♪You supply the rumours♪And I'll provide the wrath♪Romance is breaking every heart in two♪Casting shadows in the pale shade of blue ALICE KIRKLAND
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