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Post by Crayola on Sept 10, 2010 10:22:05 GMT -5
- - - f r a g i l e . s o u l . c a u g h t . i n . t h e . h a n d s . o f . f a t e - - -H A R D . A S . A . S T O N E . C O N C R E T E . A N G E L• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •& STATUS | & WORDS | & TAG | & CLOTHES | & MOOD | & CHATTER | & LYRICS concrete angel, martina mcbride | & TEMPLATE yours truly • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • & TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT "TALK TALK TALK." TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT.
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Post by Crayola on Sept 10, 2010 10:22:23 GMT -5
(WHERE ALL THE CHILDREN LEFT WITHOUT A TRACE )here i am and here we go life's waiting to begin TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT
"TALK TALK TALK TALK TALK"
vicious pain your warning sign you will be fine
TAG: who's in it? COUNT: how many words? CHAT: anything to say? LYRICS: Breaking Benjamin TEMPLATE: Made by Crayola
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Post by Crayola on Sept 10, 2010 10:22:41 GMT -5
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Post by Crayola on Sept 10, 2010 10:26:58 GMT -5
is there nothing more anybody can doCAUSE IT'S JUST ANOTHER DAY FOR YOU AND ME IN PARADISE- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - oh think twice TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT TEXT
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Post by Crayola on Feb 14, 2011 0:58:22 GMT -5
charming as a rattlesnake You had failed to note the pointy teeth I'm no fraud post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post post hey there! this is tagged for name here and we're all hanging out at the location having some fun summary in a few words. like this template? It was made by my friend crayola and she's pretty bad ass. One more thing before you go; notes here. prince charmless underneath
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Post by Crayola on Feb 14, 2011 0:58:09 GMT -5
fill our hearts with thoughts of endless Night time sky POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE
put the spike in my heart TAG: tag here WORDS: words here GRAPHICS: me duh TEMPLATE: me, duh. NOTES: notes here
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Post by Crayola on Feb 14, 2011 0:58:43 GMT -5
here comes the rain again falling drenched in my pain again becoming who we are as my Anastasia smiled sheepishly and just nodded her head. “I. . . I know I do. I just never have anyone to go with. . . and I guess I’ve become a bit of an introvert lately,” she said, lifting a hand to pull her hair out from the collar of her jacket.
Ginny started to prattle off a list of movies and Anastasia cross-referenced them with the films she’d heard of and the ones she might have seen commercials for but never seen, and those that she’d actually watched before, but so far none of them seemed to tickle her fancy except maybe Miracle on 13th Street, but that was just because it was less childish than what she had already listed off—
As the girls walked past an alley they startled a pair of cats, and the trashcan they had been digging in fell over. Anastasia jumped at the sudden noise, but steadied herself after a moment. . . only to see Ginny standing there, cross in hand, holding it out like it was a lifeline. All Anastasia could do was stand there and stare at her for a few seconds, confused and bewildered until she put it away back in her bag. Why would she be carrying—
Oh. Vampires.
“Ah. . . I don’t think that’ll do much except make them laugh at you,” she said, not unkindly. It only made sense that the one with the most supernatural experience—well, the one who was supernatural—tell her friend how to prepare herself. “I don’t know if I should be telling you how to kill the people I hang out with though.”
Anastasia added a smile afterwards, showing that she was just teasing. She did hang out with vampires, but she was trying to make a joke. Probably wasn’t a very good one. “Anything more after Miracle on 13th Street?” she asked, wondering what other movies there were.
Music started to drift softly toward the pair and Anastasia looked around, undoubtedly hearing it before her human friend. The soft music led her to a child playing in front of them, but Anastasia furrowed her brow and looked around. Was he alone? It looked like it. But there wasn’t anything normal about this young boy. Spending twenty four hours seven days a week with vampires made her a pro at noticing when someone else was one. Something didn’t seem right about this at all, but it was just a child. . . . She was just being paranoid.
Gently, Anastasia took a hold of Ginny’s arm and tugged her a little closer to the edge of the sidewalk, walking a little closer. Ever since some vampire named Vicious—wasn’t that a dog’s name?—attacked her, she’d been wary of strange immortals, and she already knew Ginny didn’t like vampires.
Well, Anastasia was always wary of strangers.
my memory rests bust never forgets what i've lost well hey there! this wonderful thread is tagged for the magnificent Ginny and Alyosha! Them and Anastasia are hanging out on the streets and having a grand old time heading to the mall. My post also happens to be 477 words in length! Like this template? Well I'm the one who coded it! Don't steal it! Oh wait, one more thing; This is gonna be goood.
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Post by Crayola on Feb 14, 2011 1:00:06 GMT -5
head on home tonight honey swear i’ll never tell anybody, You were always looking at yourself in my mirror POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE POST HERE
TAG: tag here WORDS: words here OUTFIT: Here GRAPHICS: crayola TEMPLATE: crayola NOTES: notes here
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Post by Crayola on Feb 14, 2011 1:00:58 GMT -5
Do you ever feel like a plastic bag Drifting through the wind, wanting to start again Do you ever feel, feel so paper thin Like a house of cards, one blow from caving in Do you ever feel already buried deep Six feet under screams but no one seems to hear a thing Do you know that there's still a chance for you cause there's a spark you just gotta ignite the light and let it shine old it. Take a step back. Where was he getting all of this? Pure terror raced through her being and it was probably written all over her face in the form of her eyes widening to the size of saucers and her mouth parting just a little bit. Had she been a cat her fur probably would have poofed out to make her look three times her normal size. However she wasn’t a cat so the other hyena with her would probably have to get a good enough guess from the look on her face. She opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a strangled and prolonged “Ahhhh. . . .”What else had he been talking about? She couldn’t remember. She wasn’t paying attention. Anastasia had thought she’d gotten rid of the invasive powers of a telepath when Zahkar had died—sure, Kyla had been a pretty decent telepath herself when it came to weres, but at least she normally pretended like she couldn’t. . . . Sometimes. What was she going to do? Did he know? Was she willing to take that chance? Abruptly Anastasia got to her feet. Noticing how suspicious such a sudden move probably looked, she tried to pass it off as nonchalantly as she could, brushing off her pant legs and straightening her shirt. Undoubtedly he could hear her heart beat in her throat at twice its normal rate, and surely he could see the way her hands trembled as she fidgeted with her shirt, making sure it was perfectly straight. However, that sure didn’t keep her from hoping that he could see none of this. Damn she wished she was a better liar! Kyla would have been able to pull it off. She would have walked out of that room without a single problem! Why couldn’t she be more like Kyla? “I—I gotta, ah, well. . . . He—Urjasz—I don’t know if. . . . I should. . . I’m tired!” she squeaked, spinning on her heels and trying once more to skedaddle out of that room. TAGGED: Sully WORDS: three hundred fifty two OUTFIT: Here NOTES: lol she's scared again. XD CREDIT: Crayola did the template and the image. LYRICS: Katy Perry
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Post by Crayola on Feb 14, 2011 1:01:50 GMT -5
ALL THE SAME BUT DON'T CRY LIKE A BITCH WHEN YOU FEEL THE PAIN Zander watched the exchange curiously. If he had been living among humans his entire life he probably wouldn’t have thought twice about what they were saying. However he was raised in this place and by a Ladydevimon of all things. He was naturally untrusting it was the way he was nurtured to use those around him and to never be used in turn. If he had nothing to gain then there was no reason for him to do anything. "This place…it interests me. In this world any anything is possible…why wouldn’t I want to spend a while here? Besides I can’t access the way out anyways, not yet. The code is beyond even my capabilities to crack….and the cipher isn’t exactly easy to get too per say.”He stated as he looked back and forth between the couple.
Commandramon flicked his tail back and forth anxiously as he listened to the back and forth banter between the humans. It was strange to him to learn so much information about another in such a short time without using foul play. Though the misdirection in this conversation was familiar and welcome sight to the little cyber dragon. "…..” Commandramon eyed the other two digimon warily. He was naturally cautious especially where Odin was concerned. After all he was charged with protecting him. At times this was a difficult and unending venture because of Odin’s vaguely destructive personality, but the little dragon did his best. Commandramon would have liked to have had a relationship similar to the one displayed by these other digimon, and their tamers. They were at least sorta like friends. Where as Odin, and himself had more of leader/subordinate relationship. Not that he expected otherwise. As the partner of the Current Digimon Emperor. If it's a fight I'm ready to go code by crayola
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