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 Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 6:45 pm
{M}irror {M}irror
{T}he {S}tory:Story of a young just out of school young teen who works for an old antique shop in 'the village' (its in NYC). The young man finds a strange and old looking mirror that is the size of a person! When he brings home the rather large mirror he puts it in the corner of his room then goes to bed...When he wakes up laying next to him is a fully naked guy that physically looks like his opposite! The young man, wearing pajamas is not only embarrassed but rather shy while the other is well.....lets just say that he is the complete opposite of the other!
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 6:49 pm
{M}irror {M}irror
[size=16][color=#c00793][b]†[/b][/color][/size] [size=15][color=#0ad1b9]Name: [/color][/size][size=16][color=#c00793][b]†[/b][/color] [/size]
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:01 pm
† Name: Mitch Danvers†
† Age: 23†
† Likes: Old Antiques, mysteries, clean things, modesty, neat thing, and the cello!†
† Dislikes: Chaos, Disorder, metal, PDA†
† Personality: Shy, quiet, nerdy, semi-feminine, intelligent, socially akward†
† Bio: I just graduated out of school and I started work at my Uncle's Antiques Shop and I found this weird looking yet beautiful mirror! I bought it and brought it back to my flat in the village...When I woke up the next day there was this naked guy in my bed wanting...sex! †
† Gaia Name: Qui_Bears3†
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:39 pm
† Name: Danave Miatro † † Age: Unknown, but based on how old Mitch is, 23. † † Likes: Chaos, blood, guns, violence, wrestling, snowball fights, pizza, coffee, and sex† † Dislikes: Order, cleanliness, germ-a-phobes, chastity† † Personality: Don't let my darling looks fool you - I'm an evil little b*****d, with flaming red eyes to match. I'm fiery, and I love making Mitch feel impeccably awkward, ways I do that include waltzing around his house naked, and shoving him against random objects with my shirt off. His blushing face is the cutest thing I've ever seen. Heh. I can't wait to corrupt that darling little angel. I have my secrets, though. Secrets that my little angel better not try to uncover...† † Bio: I am the spirit who inhabited the mirror. I have a long history, of course. Though I can't remember it, thanks to the curse. Because of some awful thing I did over two hundred years ago, I was sealed inside a mirror until a 'special someone' took the mirror and put it in a special place. Heh. Special someone. Like that crap actually EXISTS.† † Gaia Name:LovetoCauseMayhem† 
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:43 pm
 Once upon a time....
Soft brown eyes stared back at burning crimson eyes as the young man gulped, "Whhoo are you!?!" He stammered while nearly falling out of his bed. OH MY GOD I'M GETTING ROBBED! Mitch thought in his mind while His slender body trembled while looking at the.Wait. OH MY GOD HE IS NAKED! The raven haired man nearly died out of embarrassment while covering his eyes with his hands. "please don't rape me!" He spoke lightly while still trembling, "I..I don't have any money really bbut um..." He continued to stutter while his mind tried to think of something to say.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:47 pm
Why do I come back to you?You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.But I still come back to you.You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.But I still run back to you.Why?"We are not hopelessly in love." He could only laugh wholeheartedly, moving to sit cross-legged on the bed. "Hey..." he growled huskily, gazing at the other. There was a cigarette - someway, somehow - dangling from his lips. "You gotta light?" Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic? "We are just hopelessly addicted."
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 7:58 pm
Once upon a time....
"Wha?" The now panicked young man looked at the crimson haired man that was haphazardly sitting on his bed, "nnNo..I don't smoke..." Mitch spoke while sounding like he said the wrong answer in school. Confused. Baffled. Traumatized. "Your naked...." Way to go Captain Obvious! Mitch scolded himself while still trying so helplessly to not really stare at this strange men in his bed. "do I...know you?"
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 8:16 pm
Why do I come back to you?You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.But I still come back to you.You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.But I still run back to you.Why?"We are not hopelessly in love." Danave raised an eyebrow. "Good job, Sir Idiot," he replied, attempting to draw on the cigarette but scowling down at it when he remembered it wasn't lit. "Tell me, do they give out P.H.D's for stupidity nowadays?" Getting off the bed and paying no attention to his nakedness, he stood up and looked around the room, pretty much ignoring Mitch. "Maybe you do, maybe you don't. Either way, you're ********." Curiously, he began to look around. "Kind of a small place ya got, neh? Man, this is cramped stuff... how the ******** do you LIVE like this?" ((So how do you like Danave's picture? :3)) Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic? "We are just hopelessly addicted."
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 8:39 pm
Once upon a time....((yus i love the pic...its is almost what I imagined :3))
Mitch just scowled at the crimson haired man, "What are you doing in my home!?!" The uke like nerdy young man blurted out while getting rather annoyed with his personal space being violated. His flat was a rather small open floor plan no walls...except for the bathroom. Mitch got up off his bed while nervously looking around the room. Oddly the smart young man did not even try to verbally fight this rather intimidating man with the burning red eyes for he was rather weak and vulnerable.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Thu Apr 02, 2009 9:18 pm
Why do I come back to you?You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.But I still come back to you.You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.But I still run back to you.Why?"We are not hopelessly in love." (( heart )) Danave turned to him. "What am I doing here?" He asked simply, gazing at the other with his slanted red eyes. "What am I doing here? Really, Sir Knows-A-Lot?" He motioned to the corner of the room where the mirror once stood, but was now simply a piece of wood without any glass. "You bought the mirror. You took it home. Are you an idiot or something? It's not that hard to figure out." He began looking around the flat again. "Now where the ******** is a light...?" Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic? "We are just hopelessly addicted."
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 5:12 am
Mitch looked over the rather well built sturdy man with the dark, wood like, skin. His eyes widened while remembering what the mirror looked like yesterday...It was a perfect match. "Your the mirror?" He paused while walking over to the mirror and just looked at it. "Oh...I could not afford the electric bill...so they cut my power..." He spoke rather sheepishly to the obviously stronger man. "So...why are you well...umm...er..." Mitch lost his train of thought.
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 5:48 pm
Once upon a time....{bumpers} there lived a witch...
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 5:55 pm
Why do I come back to you?You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.But I still come back to you.You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.But I still run back to you.Why?"We are not hopelessly in love." "I'm talkin' 'bout fire, you nitwit," he snapped, holding his cigarette between the two fingers. "I don't need ********' light." Danave looked around again. "And no, I'm not the mirror. I'm the spirit that was in the mirror. Get yer facts straight." Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic? "We are just hopelessly addicted."
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 6:06 pm
Once upon a time....
((lol))
Mitch grumbled while looking away from the strange man in his room to which he started to make his way to his closet. "There is a general store on the corner of the street that sells lighters.." He spoke, "If you want I um..." He started to fiddle with the bottom of his pajama shirt out of nervousness. Mitch continued to look away from the naked man whiel his dark eyes looked at the floor.
there lived a witch...
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Posted: Fri Apr 03, 2009 6:15 pm
Why do I come back to you?You hate me. You scream at me. You ignore me.But I still come back to you.You push me. You pull me. You shove me against random solid objects all hours of the day.But I still run back to you.Why?"We are not hopelessly in love." ((^_^)) Danave gazed at him for a moment, silent. "So." Suddenly Mitch found himself against the wall, one large hand over his right shoulder next to his head, blocking his retreat. Danave smirked down at him, his right hand, holding the cigarette, curled at the wrist, resting cockily on the other's hip. "What's your name, cutesy?" Well, maybe I hate you too. Maybe I want to scream at you too.
Maybe I want to kill you too.
I yell at you. I fight with you. I drag my nails down your back so hard that I draw blood.
But you don't care.
You don't care because you love me too.
Why must our love be so tragic? "We are just hopelessly addicted."
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