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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:28 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:05 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:15 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:32 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:37 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:46 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 8:52 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 11:09 am
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 12:16 pm
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ξ м ї ℓ γ Ş т о и ę I am who I am...
A sleek red Ferrari 458 Italia pulled around the corner, sunlight reflecting off its perfected paint job and casting a crimson glow. Emily let out a sigh, looking out of the windows. Admittadly, the grounds were gorgeous, and the blonde had a sudden urge to go for a walk in the sunlight, which she ignored with an annoyed twinge. She turned to her older brother Nathan, glaring at him. Really she knew it wasn't his fault, but she had no one to pin the blame on. "Remind me again why I have to do this...?" She asked, raising an eyebrow. Her musical voice, a perfect harmony of a violin and a flute, was threaded with frustration and defeat. Her brother looked at her, startled, before sighing. "Because, as you so elegantly put it, 'this family is full of retarded bastards who can just go drop dead'." A sigh escaped from her lips, blush staining her cheeks at the quote, and she nodded as the car began to slow.
When it pulled up to the curb, she opened the door and stepped out into the sunlight. Her golden locks shimmered like water as the sun's rays caressed them, aquamarine eyes looking void of emotion, empty of their usual happy spark. Her suitcases thudded on the concrete as she pulled them from the trunk of her car. She smiled at Nathan as he got out to hug her, and smiled stiffly. "See ya later, moron!" She said in a teasing tone, wincing at the note of sadness even she could hear in her own voice. She sighed, hugged her brother again and walked away, sparing her father who sat in the driver's seat no glance.
She hoisted her backpack on her shoulder and pulled her suitcase behind her, not looking back as her father pulled the car away. She looked up at the mansion and heaved a sigh. "Here we go, then."
... Your opinion is neither D E S I R E D nor R E Q U I R E D.
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Posted: Tue Feb 01, 2011 1:02 pm
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Posted: Thu Feb 03, 2011 1:45 pm
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Posted: Sun Feb 06, 2011 9:47 pm
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Scarlet
"Roses are red, Violets are blue, if I'm schizophrenic, then I am too..." Scarlet sighed and switched her Walkman to a more upbeat song. She didn't get why so many people liked iPods better. Walkmen were cheaper, did exactly the same things, and they came in two-tone. All of a sudden, her mother slammed the brakes. She didn't want to give Scarlet up to some strange boy, unlike her husband, who wanted nothing more for his daughter then to see her grow up to be a meek housewife and bear him grandchildren.
Scarlet saw the giant garden, and knew she would love this place. She got out of the car and grabbed two large duffle bags, a backpack, and a messenger bag full of stuff. She waved goodbye to her parents as they drove away. She knew, inside one of the bags, was a pretty white dress. She would wear it, someday, but for now would put it in the back of her closet. She lugged her bags up the stairs and found a room that seemed tailor made for her, in red and black. She plopped down her bags and opened one to get out all of her custom-made dolls. One by one, she lined them up on the bed. Zim, Dib, Gir, Gaz, Tak, Lard Nar, Spleenk, Flandre, Remilia, Sakuya, Patchouli, Cirno, Nue, Alice, Shanghai, Hourai and last but not least, one in a black suit that had super long arms and legs and no face that she called Slendy. She taped Hourai's rope to the ceiling, then got out the materials she needed to make a Shloonktapooxis plushie.
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Mind-boggling Abomination
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 4:23 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 11:58 am
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Posted: Mon Feb 07, 2011 12:21 pm
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