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Hi there, I've actually never done this before, but I'd love to take part if you teach me how, haha. sweatdrop

I would be willing to if you realy are interested. If you would like to do so just send me a pm and we can get things going.

you're not supposed to cyber anyway, at least not on Gaia.

That'd be great; thanks!

As long as it remains withen the fourm's rules I don't see why not. Any prefference you would like to do or just wing it?

For the record my starters aren't the best and I tend to use the same ones over and over again. Just thought it only best to give you fare warning..

It was evening on the busy streets. Most people were getting off work and several shops were tending to there last customers before closeing up for the night. The sun was not quite ready to set as it took its time sinking off into the distant hills that lined the west. Because of the suns gingerly setting the sky was the most brilliant shade of indigo and orange as the large clouds were filled with the color. Most of human kind simply ignored this specticle of nature as they kept there heads down, checking there own pockets for loose change than to stare up into the sky. One such exception was a young man laying on a brantch of a tree gazeing up as the atmosphere was metemorphasiseing into something spectaular. He was always so amazed at the natuaral magic of the world around him. The tree he was in was on of many in the forest that lined around the town. There wasn't much cover but since many didn't even glance up to see the sky during one of its most beautiful times he did not think he would be noticed anytime soon. He brushed the black strands of hair from his blue eyes as the wind blew his shoulder length hair about. He reached into his white trentch coat and pulled out a bottle of tea and takeing a quick drink from it, before putting it back on the inside pocket. Along with his over coat he aslo had on a black shirt, pants, and shoes, with only a white tie to pull the coat's color back into matching with the rest. It wouldn't take much to tell that he was fourin to this part of englend, but still he knew his way around very well and many knew of him. Nearly every one saw him every once and a while but no one knew much about him other than his kind and respectful nature, and of course his famous love for tea. But other then that no one knew his name, where he came from or where he lived. There was even rumors that he was a ghoust, or a guardian angel, or even perhaps a demon with a kind face. The young man smiled still enjoying the sky light as they slowly began to darken as the night began to turn.

She knew there was something preternatural about Mortshot Manse, the quiet English country town in which she was to attend the finishing school, St. Catherine's School for Young Ladies, for the next 4 four years. What did it mean to be "finished?" She was certain she'd never know. With her flaming red hair, her pale, almost translucent skin, and her two-tone eyes (one a stormy blue-grey, the other an emerald green), she'd always stuck out like a sore thumb and didn't think she'd ever be considered "finished." Indeed, she didn't want to be.