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 Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 8:59 pm
she pulled her fangs free of the elf and sighed, feeling refreshed. she stood up and looked down at the poor body, lying limp on the ground. a feeling of guilt started to bubble up inside of her, and she suddenly felt sick to her stomache. "im soo sorry....." she quietly pleaded, even though she knew that she couldnt hear her, then she stumbled away, her face i her hands.
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2007 11:08 pm
Hours later Raven woke, her neck aching slightly from the bite. Looking around her she realised her vision had changed slightly, though she couldn't place her finger on how. Sitting up she looked around her, looking for the vampiric angel that had bitten her. She knew that she had been turned. She didn't know how, she just knew. Standing she dusted her cloak off and began to wander toward her camp, or what was left of it.
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Posted: Mon Apr 02, 2007 8:18 pm
name: Calmasi
background: Calmasi's a feisty and adorable ball of fury fueled by alcohol and candy. 3nodding He used to be a famous singer (or solo artist as he haughtily puts it) until he got plopped into this world after a fan attempted to shoot him. It's never smart to do a concert when you're drunk especially if you're forced to hobble to the tour bus afterward by yourself because you've forced all your roadies to deal with the equipment as opposed to your own sorry a**.
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A curly headed teen peeled his face from his arm, as the grogginess of sleep faded only to be replaced by the jarring sensation of torn flesh took over instead. "God ******** dammit!" He snapped at no one in particular as he raised himself up from the damp grass. "I can't believe I passed out somewhere other than my house again." Calmasi absently scratched at his back. "I have grass stains all over my white shirt don't I? That's so ******** great; and more important, where the hell am I?"
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Posted: Tue Apr 03, 2007 1:37 pm
as she was walking, praying that God would forgive her, he noticed a boy, sitting in the grass, cussing at hinself. "excuse me?" she tapped him on the shoulder.
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