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** Whoops... this is my post. Not Lombardi's.** He had walked through Armageddon with those three and owed at least one of them his life. So when Seth's face suggested ...

**Yippie! Working on a post right now.**

**Yeah, I don't know whats going on really. Why was Emily shot? Did I shoot her? Where the hell am I? I want to sort this out so I can ...

**At the end of my post I have a line of dialogue directed at you, Carlie. Sorry... may not have been very clear.**

Chaos arrived in the scene like everyones favorite tastefully late party guest. Styler wasted no time. He took the explosion as his cue to exit, the blaring sound as a ...

Gray eyes caught the kids brown eyes looking back at him. They both made like it never happened; suddenly feeling the need to stare elsewhere, just anywhere but back at ...

Styler Wayne leaned casually against the punch table, arms folded across his chest, and ears ringing like he'd just been back from war. His busted lip had scabbed over in ...

**So how is Sam going to look now?**

Stylers Suit

** Oh and welcome back Mac!**

**Yessir we are. I get the feeling we should develop an OOC channel. So's we can discuss further plot, and coordinate a great story.** She took the scarlet red material ...

*Woo! We've hit our first 100 replies! A lot of story books never make it this far so lets keep it up. I'd like to see some of you old ...

I'm also very interested. What a detailed world you have here. When do we start?

*Shall we fast forward time to the next school day?* Styler had never killed anyone this way. The thought made his spine feel like ice. With the careful grace of ...

Emma Watson sat attentively with one finger pressed snugly in one ear to the buzzing hum from the old police radio. The night had been dull until this crackling voice ...