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  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    Why can't you just tell me?!

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    IM SO CONFUSED. I hate being blonde...I'm cursed with dumbness. Lol.

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    Wait what? I'm having an amazing amount of blonde moments today.

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    I don't care who it is. :)

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    Back. Got a chocolate bar. Lol. I can't have ice cream...

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    I'm getting myself some dessert. Brb.

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    Him?

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    Lol. I have no idea.

    Mar 31, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Valentino's [2]

    He moves closer to me and I smile, closing my eyes again. ... A figure stands by the door and I hold one child in ny left arm. I look ...

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    Evilness?

    Mar 31, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Valentino's [2]

    He moves closer to me and I smile, fluttering my eyes open and wrap my arms around his torso.

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    What? Right now? I'll post it when I'm finished with it.

    Mar 31, 2012
  • Archive Re: The Inn

    Rayah I go into the change room and slip on a short blue dress with an aprin. I sigh and get a note pad and walk back outside. I slip ...

    Mar 31, 2012
  • OOC Archive Re: The Stadium DT [3]

    I'm still in the first chapter of mine...But the first one is really long. It's an intro one though. Like that tells about her life.

    Mar 31, 2012
  • Completed Hall of Fame Re: Valentino's [2]

    Awww... I smile and lean my head against Jace's chest again and sighed. "I love you..." I muttered without even realizing it.

    Mar 31, 2012


A true poet does not bother to be poetical. Nor does a nursery gardener scent his roses.
— Jean Cocteau