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 Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:46 pm
Story---> Okay, so we all know how prime ministers have their daughters.. Their prissy, and make a fuss if their dog Fluffy isn't properly fed his/hers expensive dog formula food.. Well if you think this is that type of story then turn around bend over and shove your head up your butt and fight for air.. This is a story about a girl named Fern, and how she ran away from that rich miss priss life. Though on the night she ran away an assassin was hired and scheduled to kill her.. Since everyone knows the best way to kill someone is to sneak into their 'private exclusive party' then seclude them and do the dirty deed.. Well, this guy must be pretty pissed at this moment.. Since Fern already left an hour ago.. Where'd she go? With the flow of course, well to put simple she's walking her a** to the next town. Though you might be surprised by this girl, she's stubborn and hard headed. A true rebel to her core, the funny thing is she didn't even want to live a life of riches.. She'll make you so frusterated you'd just want to.. Hmm, snap her neck, I suppose.. Will the assassin catch up with rich daddys little rebel? Or will he be out on the street, out of a job? Who knows, who cares.. Lets see what happens..
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:47 pm
〖THE RULE BOOK OF THE Assassination〗
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✪ Rule I: Literacy ✪
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I’m not going to ask for a big, page stretching post from you guys. I hate them and they take an hour to read, not to mention two hours to write. A nice five sentences won’t kill anyone though, right? (: That’s all I ask, feel free to write more though.
♈ Rule II: Applying ♈
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Please don’t think you can just pop in and start role playing. I know, I hate to fill Profile Skeletons out too, but it’s not that bad. Send the Profile Skeletons to me. Put something in the post to let me know you read the rules. Like ~winkyface~ or something and title it, “Truthful Lies”. (Because I love oxymorons like that. ;D)
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If you’re the type to use pictures, lyrics, quote, or any type of symbols, etcetera in your post then that’s cool. Just don’t use blinding colors or for the most important parts, at least. The decorations don’t have to be seen but it’s appreciated so no one goes blind trying to read your post. (;
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Must I really go through this? No cybering. Time skip. It’s disgusting and don’t take it to messages, either. Really, if you want it, get it in real life. :] Auto hitting is a no no, along with God modding. Everyone can be defeated somehow whether the other person is stronger or they just out smart you.
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I know, I know, you want to get this over with. But you’re almost done. Okay I want this thing to stay alive and if you join, you better post! I’ll give you a heads up if you need to post because I want to be fair. If you’re leaving for a while, let me know so you don’t get deleted. Um, posting. Post at least like three times a week and that’s good considering your posts don’t even have to be long. I understand you have lives but if you can’t be on then why join?
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AND WE’RE FINALLY DONE. ^.^ HAVE FUN, GUYS!
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 8:50 pm
❤ Profiles ❤ -What I look like:  What is my name: Fern Gallaway How old I am: 17.. I tend to go after: Sweets Cake Ramen Hot guys I tend to avoid: Rich snobs.. My family.. Guys who get on my nerves.. Whiney people.. How I tend to act in front of people... Rebellious, mysterious, quiet, not angry unless annoyed or provoked. x What I look like:  What is my name: Evan Madigan How old I am: 18 I tend to go after: Videogames, food, birds I tend to avoid: idiots, fish, cats, mushrooms How I tend to act in front of people... Evan is incredibly merciless while on the job, but off duty, he seems totally normal. He has a good sense of humor, and is willing to help out a friend, which seems odd for an assassin, but not many people live to complain about this.
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Posted: Thu Apr 28, 2011 9:21 pm
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Posted: Wed May 04, 2011 7:57 pm
What I look like:
Gaia won't show. (Trustful site, don't worry.)
What is my name:
Raiden Kumaki ^^
How old I am:
19...
I tend to go after:
Music (Preferably screamo and dubstep)
Yakisoba
Hot girls
A bit of money is also good
I tend to avoid:
Most people
Working together, *shivers*
Crowded places..
How I tend to act in front of people...
Quiet, sadistic, instinctive, persistent
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Posted: Sat May 07, 2011 12:51 pm
Angry at the world, pissed at her dad but even more happy that she finally left that good forsaken place was a girl walking down a long narrow street. Scoffing she wore her usual outfit that consisted of her old school uniform. Then a black big jacket with fur amongst the hood. Her hood was currently up while she carried her duffle bag. Her converse brushed upon the wet street as she walked. It rained early to things were still pretty slick. Ignoring most honks she then blinked when someone pulled over. Looking up seeing a few guys she kept walking not paying them any attention. Though once they stopped and a guy stepped out calling her baby she dropped her bag. Without hesitation a converse connected with the young mans face knocking him back into his car."Don't call me baby.. And oh.. ******** off.."Growled out a soft but stubborn voice as she glared down her glasses to him. Watching his friends cry out his name before pulling him in taking off. Scoffing she grabbed her bag before finally reaching the next town. Walking into a little diner she asked for a cup of coffee and finally dropped her hood revealing her dark red hair.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 2:51 pm
Face hidden under a grey hood, Evan swalked through town alone, clearly pissed off to a large extent. "Dammit! They said she'd be at that party! Now I have to look all over town for this girl, or I'm out of a job!" He hissed to himself. Evan was an assassin. One of the best. He couldn't afford to miss such a high profile target, especially one who doesn't even show up to the party they're supposed to die at. So much for rich people having class. He was about to walk past a small diner, when he spotted a girl with dark red hair through the window. He smirked under his hood and walked in. His job was saved!
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 5:48 pm
Taking off her glasses she stared forward once someone walked in. She knew her exit escapes and could easily move to them. Placing her glasses in her hood she sipped her coffee idly. If worst came to worst she'd simply move out of whatever was coming her way. Looking to the waitress she then nodded a little taking a menu. Gazing over her options she ignored the newcomer yet paid close attention to any sudden movements. So what if she was an ambassdors daughter? She wasn't exactly pearls and frills type of girl. Always she had been the girl who had been interested in fights and guns. Never had she been one of the fancy life her mother craved her to live.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 6:26 pm
Evan walked over to a booth and sat down, getting a menu from a waitress. The assassin knew his luck was changing when he saw this girl. He instantly knew that she was the one he was meant to kill. He looked over the menu, trying to avoid suspiscion. He glanced at her once or twice, but that was it.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 6:38 pm
Handing the waitress the menu, she placed down a ten dollar bill before standing up. Placing her hood on she slipped on her glasses quickly. Grabbing her duffle bag she placed the strap around her petite body. Turning on her heel of her converse she avoided eye contact with anyone in the diner. Pushing open the door she slipped out of the diner quietly. Walking at a leisurely pace to look unsuspicious she hummed a tune as she walked.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:10 pm
Evan put down the menu and left the money on the table, walking out casually. He managed to stay on the girl's trail as she walked away, making sure he wasn't caught. He mostly looked like he was just walking in the same direction. He looked so calm, but he was eager to kill her, mostly to save his job.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 7:17 pm
Humming her tune idly she began to move quicker staring forward. She had the gut feeling someone was following her. Rather it was her parents butler or one of her caretakers she wasn't about to go back. Moving even quicker she turned down an alley before moving forward quickly. Noticing a fence she then tossed her bag over before moving to the side quickly. Running up a trash can she jumped over twisting her body. Landing on the other side she was thankful for her mom convincing her to do gymnastics. Grabbing her bag she began to walk normally passing a few people before she walked into a store acting as if she were looking at items.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:09 pm
Evan saw the girl take off and sprinted after her, his job and possibly his life on the line. He ran down the alley and ran along the wall before springing off of it and over the fence. Luckily, he kicked a** at parkour. His dad was an expert freerunner, and Evan got every bit of his skills. He then saw the girl walk into the nearby store, and kept both eyes on her.
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Posted: Sun Oct 23, 2011 8:16 pm
Looking at a book ironically, a horror genre book. One of killing and things alike. She had seen the book once or twice. Yet she placed it back onto its shelf. Looking out the window she noticed one face from the diner. Feeling her eyes narrow she then moved to the back of the store. Walking out the back door she pulled the fire alarm watching people run out of the store. Kicking open a door from the back she moved out quickly. Though reaching the street she walked quietly looking just like a passerbyer. Staring forward she acted normally before looking to the side. Noticing a crowd flowing out of the store she then stared forward walking quietly.
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