Yeah, we just need a Tanya. I think that WhiteTiger is going to get it because she was the only one to put in an app. I still need to make my guy character as well.
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural
Okay, I've looked over both apps, and WhiteTiger got the part of Tanya.
White- You're going to have the most demanding part of this. You have to decide if you are going to evade the faerie for a time or try to go find them as well. I'll start it in abit.
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural
Name: Dylan Knight Age: 18 Gender: male Personality: he's a maucho man, although he's nice to everyone Appearance: Power (if faerie): N/A Weakness: he's a secrer nerd Other: up for love
Driver picks the music, shotgun shuts his cake hole. -Dean, Supernatural
Yay! Thanks Teddy. (: I'll be sure to post a lot. I'm always on, anyway. ^_^ Anyway, I'm ready to start anytime!!!
Hermione, shut your ungodly, lopsided mouth and quit interrupting! 20 points from Gryffindor. You know, for the brightest witch of your age you can sure be a dumba** sometimes. *smiles* 10 points to Dumbledore!
(Okay, I'll start. I'm using Lyanna first because I have no clue what the fairy world looks like) Lyanna
Lyanna walked home from school in the rain, tears running down her face. She had just escaped a severe beating by the bully of the school, Stefan, and his gang. Her cheek still stung from the back of his hand. She didn't know why they always used her as their target, but they did. She climbed the steps of a white house, opened the door, and walked inside.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
I woke up at dawn, all wet with my wings all fool of mud. It had rained I knew it and i tried to stop the rain water from falling on me but I eventually fell asleep and my power also fell sleep. Great, I thought. I got up and startd walking to the castle to the west side of the forest. I was mad, my beutiful pink dress had got dirty and full of mud and mosses. Even my blonde hair was now a light brown. I finally reached the village and as soon as I was in, I found one of my friends who stared at me with wide eyes. I pierced my mouth and narrowed my eyes.
"What happened to you?" she asked "You wouldn't wan to know" I answered.
***does someone want to be Laurie's friend she is very friendly and fun, please**
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
Hey there, seems to me you still need a villain and their apprentice? If so, I'd be willing to take the apprentice and could also sort of play the villain from my guy's point of view? Just let me know, if not, don't worry about it, I'm sure you'll have fun with this one xx
He stood on the balcony, one hand griping the stone banister, the other dangling by his side. Water droplets dripped from his fingers. He peered through strands of his soaked hair to watch the lightning lash across the black sky, the grumbling rumble of thunder on its heels. The energy of the storm hung in the air, draped around him like the sodden cloak he wore now.
"Marnie," the voice persisted annoyingly.
He shut his eyes and frowned, producing more rain to pour from the sky. It drowned out the voice and hopefully forced the person back inside. Didn't they know he just wanted to be alone with the storm? How could he enjoy it if someone kept talking to him through it?
The hand placed suddenly on his shoulder startled him. With a small gasp, he opened his eyes and whirled around to face the intruder.
"What?!"
**entrance for anyone? **
Sargie Lulari
**Pudin, you don't mind it being Sargie do you? I wanna get her involved..**
Sargie was helping her older sister take the food they'd bought from the market into their house. She'd turned to grab another bag but had spotted Laurie instead. Sargie gasped at the state she was in and couldn't help but say, "What happened to you?"
Laurie managed a weak smile. "You wouldn't want to know."
Sargie realised she was staring and shook her head. "O-okay. Um, well, do you want to come inside and get clean? You look filthy."
Laurie grinned. "Thanks Sar."
O.o
Your = Possession. Your shoes are so sweet! You're = Omission. You're quite strange...
If you are confused about which to put, simply say in your mind "you are" and see if that fits the sentence. If not, you are looking for your.
I went inside Sar's house and sat down in the dining table, gasping and looking down at my dirty pink dress and purple wings. "I'm so tired" I said, yawning. "I've been training for water manipulation all night and this what I got" I let my head drop on the table. "And how did it go?"she asked as she got more bags on the table. I slowly lift my head up and saw her trying to fight a smile. "I'm filthy" I said. She laughed and I made the water from the faucet turn to her and get her wet. We laughed. "Where wee you practicing" she asked laughing. "In the Black Forest" I said quietly. Her expression totally changed. I knew that in that forest all could happen and all kinds of creatures lived there, but it was a good place to train. "I know" I said before she could say something. "shh or I'll get you wet again" And i started running after her with a bubble of water in my hand, laughing with her.
Les sanglots longs Des violons De l'autonne Blessent mon coeur D'une langueur Monotone. Verlaine
Sharonda looked at the rain outside with an expression of delight. Rain meant mud, and mud meant instant fun. She got up and went out the door. A flash of lightning streaked across the sky, followed by the unmistakable boom of thunder. She hurried up a hill, stepping lightly. She had resolved to go and visit Marneus. He wouldn't be too pleased, but he would still talk to her. He's probably the one making all this rain. She thought. She saw a house with a balcony. There was a figure standing there. That would be him. Sharonda thought happily. She walked up to the door and pulled a rope. A bell could be heard from somewhere inside the house.
Just another quack spoutingpsychobabble.
"If I win, I'm a prodigy. If I lose, then I'm mad. That's the way history is written."
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