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Post by Repo Man on Jan 23, 2007 23:57:07 GMT -5
Me, Sara and Becca's Story board
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 24, 2007 18:34:23 GMT -5
jessica cool you made it yay
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 24, 2007 18:34:39 GMT -5
ok so ive been thinking about it more
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Post by Repo Man on Jan 24, 2007 18:49:01 GMT -5
cool. what do you got?
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 24, 2007 19:57:43 GMT -5
ok so here we go we're at school and everything nuthing has changed until the day something big happens we can change it up later of course but alright so its the same school same name same everything until the day we suddenly have powers just u and me lol and our powers come from our emotions so if u want to still be evil youy can gradually turn evil....wat do you thik lol? its like wat we wish we had but dont have lol like its real but its not lol
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Post by Repo Man on Jan 24, 2007 21:16:47 GMT -5
okay! sounds good! ^.^
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 24, 2007 21:19:34 GMT -5
you sure we can still right in third person and everything i kinda thought it would be amusing its kinda like an alternate universe lol
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Post by Repo Man on Jan 24, 2007 21:26:07 GMT -5
oh boy...I havent done third person in ages...I wonder if I can still do it. lol.
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 24, 2007 22:04:16 GMT -5
lol its the same as how you wrote in two hands jessica lol not third person third person
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Post by Repo Man on Jan 24, 2007 22:12:33 GMT -5
oh...ehehehe...I knew that.
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 24, 2007 22:29:30 GMT -5
lol here's an ex. Sara started walking down the hallway to her next class. LOL which will be true in the story lol
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Post by Repo Man on Jan 25, 2007 22:28:48 GMT -5
lol. okay. Wanna go first? Or me?
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 25, 2007 22:35:05 GMT -5
You can go first
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Post by Repo Man on Jan 25, 2007 22:48:53 GMT -5
The wind blew through his orange hair, feeling the wind soar through him, as if stealing his soul. His poised body stood with absolute stillness. He was not cold from the winds, even though his clothing was covered in holes and tears. His soft and mysterious olive eyes looked fixingly at the earthly sky. His outfit was much like someone you would see on a motorcycle (which he owned). Short sleeved and holed jersey with two shredded pieces at the belly. His tight black jeans were not better, carrying at large hole on the side of his left calf muscle. Covering his long fingered hands were black belt gloves and on his firmly mad biceps were elbow like pads. He stared, just staring with his heavily coated eyes of shadow and mystery. You could tell something was in his mind, though his eyes semed unreadble. The silence was broken as he headed off the roof top of the high school, no longer staring at the small people bustling across the courtyard. He had found the person he was waiting for up above and now was going to meet her, just as he planned. Running down the hidden back stairs of the school, he finally reached the ground and sauntered toward where he hopefully saw her. Also, he hoped she was still there. (Here is a better picture of him. lol Derek )
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Post by Tuesday on Jan 25, 2007 23:25:26 GMT -5
A quiet girl was rushing to get away from the crowd, it always made her nervous that she would hit someone with her enormous backpack. She tried to politely go around students, only to be pushed farther away from the place she needed to be. Her brilliant green eyes searched the crowd looking for the face she was desperately trying to find. All around her people pushed her out of their way not even glancing back at the girl in the baggy jeans and black hoodie. Her Black hair was pulled back into a ponytail with her purple bangs hanging in front of her eyes. Most people ignored her, but she was used to it. No matter where she was or who she was with people just barely realized she was there.
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