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[Quit fighting, dorks.
Aerith, read Artemis Fowl. I'm sick and tired of telling you to do it. Read it.
Sarah, have you read the Westing Game? And are you going to take another character? Say, Holly, or Foaly?]

Derek grinned as he watched Sean furiously pound at his laptop. Obviously something had gone wrong with his childish game of colors. Derek sat, leaning back, in a highly uncomfortable wooden chair, with his feet propped up on the wooden table in front of him. Sean sat beside him, totally absorbed in what he was doing. They were below ground, much father than another other humans had been, save a few, in the fairy city of Haven. The two of them were waiting to speak with Holly Short and Mulch Diggums, Section Eight LEPrecon officers. Sean had taken the extra time to check up with other members of The Game (you will refer to it as this) and shcedual meetings with them. He was also attemting to figure out a time and date as soon as possible that everyone could meet up on in Ireland at Fowl Manor, where The Game would be taking place. Derek sighed as he remembered that Artemis Fowl senior had died, poisoned, in his bed beside his wife, Angela Fowl, also poisoned. There had been nothing anyone could do. The twins, Patrick and Patricia Fowl, had left soon after that to Germany. No one really knew what had happened to Artemis junior. It was better that way.

[Eh, this is after the fifth book. So, 60 minus 18 . . . 42 years after the fifth book. However old Holly is by the end of the fifth one, plus 42. 3nodding
Meh, fine. BUT I AM MULCH! You can be Opal. She's in this, too.

Or! Better still, Holly has died, and Athena is taken in her place! OOH! I like that idea much better!

Question: HAVE YOU READ THE WESTING GAME? 'Cause this RP ain't gonna make much sense if you haven't.]

((ooh wait I have a better Idea they get attacked by something and she dies in the begining or something wait I think Ill be her for know buhahahaha))



Athena walked into through the crowd it was mostly goblins, Athena paused for a moment she longed for the sun...how long had it been sense she had seen it her skin had been bleched white long ago. She ran a hand through her hair and then struggled to get out of the crowd. She walked past them no one glanced her way she walked on past them anddown the hall way.

èI bet no one has the information I have, my grandfather has been working on this forever...she thought pausing at the foot of the stairs.

[I don't want to read it.]

((HOLLY DIES WTF!!!))

[I don't get it either.

Read the Westing Game. I want a character to fit each main character in the story. 3nodding ]

((this rp needs to go into the old ones I think))