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Post by Samantha Tundervolt on Sept 19, 2009 11:39:39 GMT -5
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Post by Chris Free on Sept 20, 2009 13:17:54 GMT -5
" I'm sorry .. how did it happen?"
Maddie sniffled a bit and looked at Tony. She felt a bit better when he asked how it happened. It made her feel like he cared about her.
*Stop that Maddie.*[/color] She told herself.
She took a few deep breaths and pushed on with her tale of woe.
“We, as in Jay, his twin Ray, myself, Sarah, and Timmy, were all hanging out one day. Timmy, Sarah and myself should have been in school. But we didn’t care enough back then to go something like that. So instead the five of us went to a park and were hanging out. Ray and Timmy were on the look out for any cops. None of us felt like being picked up right then.”[/color] She shrugged at that point and couldn’t help be give a little smile.
She was thinking about the week leading up to that awful day. In her mind it was the best week of her life. She, Sarah and Timmy hadn’t gone to school that whole week, and no one really cared. At least no one that mattered.
Maddie realized she had stopped talking a little over five minutes ago. A slight blush rushed across her face as she looked at Tony again.
“Sorry about that.”[/color] She said, “We had been hangong out, drinking and smoking for most of the day. Slowly making our way back to Jay’s and Ray’s place. We stopped at a park, near a little river, since Sarah had to use the restroom. Ray and Timmy were waiting by the bathrooms for her, as Jay and I walked on a little ways ahead. Jay didn’t seem that drunk to me. Of course I was drunk and high, so I couldn’t really tell in the first place.”[/color] Her voice had gotten softer during the last few words, and she had looked away from Tony once again.
Maddie had wrapped her arms around herself, and was looking straight ahead of herself.
“We walked towards the river, just talking about different things. I can’t remember what we talked about now, but that isn’t important.”[/color] She sighed and shook her head,“I didn’t know how close we were to the edge. Until . . . Until . . . ”[/color] Her voice broke and a few tears fell then, “Until he fell in. There was nothing any of us could do. The river was rushing past us fast. We couldn’t think of what to do, until it was too late.”[/color=pink] The last five words came out in a whisper.
More tears were falling down Maddie’s face by then. She reached up and wiped some away. Though it is useless, because those tears were replaced by new ones.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Oct 3, 2009 16:27:04 GMT -5
Your name:
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Post by Ron Weasley on Nov 2, 2009 10:16:07 GMT -5
Richard A. Davis I dunno, I think someone posted that he was missing on facebook and I looked him up on googlenews.  |
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Post by daphne greengrass on Nov 4, 2009 4:13:40 GMT -5
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Post by Liberty Martin on Nov 4, 2009 4:51:05 GMT -5
cheruboflucifer
Um. No idea.
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Post by Theodore Nott on Nov 4, 2009 8:33:22 GMT -5
LlamaComeSmarties
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Post by Ron Weasley on Nov 4, 2009 13:00:17 GMT -5
Hello, This is just a friendly warning. Your post has been removed, as trading is not allowed on these forums. Please familiarize yourself with the New Forum Rules in respect to Trading before posting again. Cheers. from work |
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Post by Theodore Nott on Nov 24, 2009 12:30:13 GMT -5
Onsdag d. 18/11: basketball kamp, ca. en time
Tirsdag d. 17/11: idrætstime (løb, basketball og cirkeltræning: mavebøjninger, armbøjninger og ryg løft)
Torsdag d. 12/11: basketball træning, halvanden time
Torsdag d. 5/11: basket træning, halvanden time
Lørdag d. 21/11: basketball kamp, ca. en time
Tirsdag d. 24/11: idrætstime (løb)
Træningsskema
Svømning eller løb
Træning med vægte
Cirkeltræning: ryg, marve og arme
danish babble
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Post by Ron Weasley on Nov 24, 2009 12:59:51 GMT -5
.... nothing. That's right, I've got nothing on my clipboard!
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Post by Liberty Martin on Nov 24, 2009 18:26:29 GMT -5
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 8, 2009 19:46:33 GMT -5
holly kiser casey
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Post by Ron Weasley on Dec 8, 2009 20:33:09 GMT -5
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 12, 2009 3:41:46 GMT -5
meagre
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Post by Ron Weasley on Dec 12, 2009 18:36:35 GMT -5
Defamatory Material
Posts and/or private messages that, in any manner whether directly or indirectly, defame any other user and/or any Zynga Studio employee, officer and/or director.
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Post by Liberty Martin on Dec 12, 2009 19:04:06 GMT -5
“But not everyone dies when they were supposed to,"
Vi seemed to consider this for a very long time; it seemed to her that there was no ‘supposed’ about death. It happened, and even if you were eighty, you didn’t really expect it. “So—so is that why a bunch of girls get to sacrifice themselves fighting evil?” she asked. She didn’t sound accusatory at all, although she easily could have done; Violet just sounded weary, with a hint of curiosity…but mainly weary. She loved fighting, but there didn’t seem to be an end, a cause; however many vampires they killed, more seemed to arrive and until the sun came back, there was nothing anyone could do about it. “They didn’t ask for it, but some men decided that makin’ a girl a slayer was a good idea, ‘cause they were too lazy to fight for themselves.” She was rambling now, the pain making her almost delirious, but it was obvious that she was talking – or trying to talk – about more than just death now. Violet had seen her friends die; death wasn’t something that could be trifled away with a few nice words in his soothing tone. They’d all been girls like her, younger than she was now, and none of them had wanted this great destiny they’d apparently given. Nobody wanted to be the Slayer, but things had been trying to kill them and it had become apparent that they had absolutely no say in the matter. She’d been there, in that fight; the amazing moment of getting her powers had been lost as she’d seen people fall – no, not just people. They had been her friends, or had the potential to become her friends, and if she’d not been so weak now, it would have angered her. “Did they die ‘cause they weren’t supposed to yet? Or because it was meant to be?” Violet wasn’t even sure she was expecting Jasper to reply, but she looked at him anyway, her eyes shining; she guessed that she really hadn’t had a chance to deal with the other Potentials’ deaths – it had just been one fight after another. Until now, that had been how she’d been taking like: one fight to the next. Maybe that hadn’t worked out so well for her, in the end. “Nobody should die before they’ve had the chance to live.”
"Perhaps. Maybe you've proven it already and haven't noticed? Never think those kids bullied you because you had something they didn't?"
“Never told you I was bullied,” Vi said, but she didn’t sound concerned by this; for all she knew, she had told him and had simply forgotten, what with the spilling her guts and all, but he’d already shown that he was psychic or whatever, so maybe he could see her thoughts or memories or—she didn’t really want to go down that route, it was kind of freaky to think of him being inside her head. It was her head; other people didn’t belong in there. “I was—I didn’t have anything ‘fore I had slaying,” she replied quietly, wrapping her arms tightly around her. Apparently, the good doctor had turned into her shrink as well as her life saver now; it was a good thing she was pretty much out of it or she’d have clammed up long ago. Talking to strangers about her feelings wasn’t something Violet did particularly well – actually, she wasn’t good about talking to strangers, full stop. She either rambled on about nothing until she realised everyone was looking at her and then wished for the ground to open her up and swallow her whole, or else she said nothing and the awkward silences stretched on forever. She stared out of the windscreen, fighting the urge to cry again; thinking about her past wasn’t the best way to get her to cheer up. Vi would have been happy if she’d never had to even think the words ‘high school’ again. “I wasn’t even a nobody, I was just—this is all I have, and I have so much to prove.” With all the girls in the hotel, all trying to be the best and work out a way that they’d get picked to lead teams, or they’d be the ones selected to plan the next operation, Violet felt as though she was being pushed back into the mêlée. She didn’t even want to lead, for crying out loud, and yet she felt that if she didn’t, she might as well have been back at that school, cowering in the bathroom or surrounded by a group of people who thought it was hilarious that they’d made her cry. “I have to prove I was worthy to be chosen.” And that was the crux of it, really; Violet didn’t believe that she deserved this. It was great, and she finally had a purpose, but why had the world or the Powers That Be or whomever it was decided that she could be someone who could save the world, when she couldn’t even defend herself? “This is all I have and what—what if they don’t trust me anymore?”
"No problem. It's my occupation. Sleep! I'll be here when you wake up,"
Maybe it was his job, but Violet thought he’d done a lot more than just a doctor would – he’d brought her back to his house, for a start. “You’re not on duty though,” she muttered; even doctors had lives, and she was sure that there were many who’d just have left her out there to try and save her own life, instead of putting aside whatever plans they had to help a random girl. She’d probably never be able to tell him, at least not without getting flustered and stuttery (at least that was something that didn’t seem to be an issue now that she was doped up), but she really appreciated the help he’d given her. He was a good guy, and Vi could say pretty surely that there weren’t many of those left in Los Angeles – or in the world, really. “You—you’re a good—” Vi’s smiled weakly at him, giving up trying to get the sentence out and letting her eyes close. “Think I’m gonna sleep now.”
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it's a post. i think that's pretty obvious. xD
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Post by Ron Weasley on Dec 13, 2009 13:33:26 GMT -5
Hello, This is just a friendly warning: Please do not post duplicate add me's like you did in the add-me thread. This is treated as spam and is not fair to other users. You are allowed 1 post per thread as per the instructions in the thread. Please read the thread instructions and thread titles before posting. You can learn more about these forums by clicking the link below: How the Add-Me Forum Works You can also find out more about forum rules and spamming by reading the Rules of Conduct. Further duplicates may be given infractions which could lead to your account being suspended. Cheers, Serendipity ... from work again |
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 17, 2009 17:31:41 GMT -5
Muy difícil para leer
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Post by Liberty Martin on Dec 20, 2009 6:19:01 GMT -5
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Post by Theodore Nott on Dec 26, 2009 4:57:29 GMT -5
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