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Post by Moon on Apr 15, 2012 21:03:02 GMT -6
(I'm workin on it firestorm. But right now I have a bit of school related stress on my hands.)
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Post by firestorm on Apr 16, 2012 4:26:53 GMT -6
Ooc alright sorry I just got home from a twelve hour car ride after leaving the house of my aunt at 430 am I was really bored and really desperate
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Post by Moon on Apr 16, 2012 6:08:46 GMT -6
(I understand. I'll start working on a post when I have free time. And that might be as early as today or as late as this weekend)
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Post by thinerik111 on Apr 16, 2012 8:44:51 GMT -6
"There's that," he commented, and turned to me, "see you, Marco." And with that, he slipped out, to goodness knows where.
I stared down at my cup, oh well, time to head home.
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Post by Moon on Apr 16, 2012 18:35:28 GMT -6
I was sitting at the stop light, waiting for the light to turn green. That was a nice little get together... I think... I thought. The light turned green and I continued on my way home. When I turned into my driveway, I noticed a particularly strange truck parked a few houses down. There was a person inside it, but the headlights were turned off
That's very... Strange... I thought as I pulled my car into the garage. I turned the car off and closed my garage door. Coming up to greet me with a waving tail, my puppy yipped at me. I smiled and scratched her head before running to the front door to make sure it was locked. I sighed with relief and checked the back door, which was also locked.
I yawned and started heading up stairs to my room. Boy am I tired. I didn't even notice until now. I thought as I took off my clothes. I changed into a tank top and flannel pants. Tossing the clothes that I had worn tonight into my hamper, I hopped back down the stairs to feed my dog and put her in her pen for the night.
I looked out the window as the pup started eating. The creepy car had moved across the street from me. This was making me super nervous. Maybe I should call Thomas or Marco. I thought. I took out my home phone and tried to think of which person I should call.
I decided to call the police instead. I dialed 911 and said after they answered, "Yes. There is a very suspicious car outside my house. I just came home and it was parked down the street and then I went inside and it was parked outside my house."
The operator said, "Alright, ma'am. Just stay calm. The cops are on their way." I sighed with relief. "Thank you." I said and hung up.
"C'mon, pup. You're coming upstairs with me." I said and took my puppy's bed upstairs along with a chew toy. She climbed the stairs after me. I went into my room and placed everything on the floor. The puppy jumped into her bed and curled up, resting her head on the side of the bed.
"Cutie." I said as I shut my door. I climbed into my bed to read my book.
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Post by thinerik111 on Apr 18, 2012 10:12:19 GMT -6
I cycled along the path, heading for home. I heard footsteps trying to catch up. I slowed down a little and muttered to Mr. Formal, "What is it?" He jogged almost comfortably aside me. I always wonder why he wears a suit on duty - it seems all too likely to get torn. "You like her, don't you?"
"Agent, mind your own business." It was all nonsense.
"Really, Clam, just admit it," he said and swerved to dodge a lamppost.
I sighed, "Remember Ella? I followed your advice to tell everything, and look at how it turned out." He snorted, "The Cat told me to pass along that, and I wasn't paying attention then," he paused, "but I did try to stop you before you went. Pedestrian!"
Startled, I turned my attention back to the road and managed to dodge before I slammed head on to the woman, who was now shrieking streams of curses behind me.
Still slightly dazed from the incident, I gasped, "You tried to stop me?" But from the lack of reply, I knew he had left.
Somebody giggled. "Shut up, Cat," I groaned. But my thoughts weren't on rebuking Cat, instead it revolved around Katy, Thomas, and in a distant, Ella. But I have to admit that pizza sometimes popped up between them.
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Post by Moon on Apr 18, 2012 19:16:30 GMT -6
(just to let ya know, the creepy van won't be mentioned any other time in the story. I just needed to put something in there. TIME SKIP TO MORNING!!!)
I groaned as I rolled over. "Sugar hangover..." I grumbled to myself and then gave myself a halfhearted laugh. I pulled the sheets back and went into my bathroom to grab an Ibuprofen. After washing down the pill with a swig of water, I pulled my hair up into a ponytail with my dark brown bangs hanging down on both sides. I sighed, put on my slippers, and looked at Sammy who had just gotten up to make me take her outside.
I smiled and said, "You, my cutie, have me wrapped around your little finger. Or toe in your case..." I opened the door and she trotted down the hallway with me. Her clumsy puppy paws were thumping down the stairs in rhythm with my feet.
Pulling on my fuzzy sweater, I opened my front door and let the pup out. I followed her outside with a tennis ball because she sometimes liked to play fetch when she was done doing her business. I waited for her on my front step, looking out at the street. At least that car is gone. I thought.
Danni trotted up to me and wagged her tail. I threw the ball across the fenced yard. Danni barked and chased after it.
I put my chin in my hand and rested my elbow on my knee. Yesterday was pretty eventful. It was nice to see Thomas and Marco again. But it seemed like they were a little jealous of each other for some reason... Or was I just imagining that? I thought. I laughed at myself. "Totally imagining it!" I murmured.
(maybe thomas should swing by and show a little bit of his thomas suave. AND I FOUND OUT THE PUPPY'S NAME!!)
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Post by thinerik111 on Apr 28, 2012 9:54:01 GMT -6
"Morning, Kate," Thomas said, "I'm swinging by to show a little of my suave." (just joking, disregard the first line) "Morning, Ben," I muttered, and stumbled over a chair.
"Aye," he grunted, "and you wouldn't believe how early folks eat pizza nowadays. You've got a delivery."
"What~" Cat moaned. As I mounted the bicycle, Ben called after me, "Tell her!"
I whizzed away, to this customer who had been so kind as to want his name written on the box in permanent marker. A big whopping name. Thomas A. Applegate.
***** "Hey, think about it, the ocean has so much untapped potential. The development should focus a lot more towards water. It's a very strange environment, and though some find it -"
BRIING!! Came the doorbell.
"Look, I'll talk to you later, think about it," Thomas said and ended the call.
He strolled to the hallway and opened the door, "Hello, Marco!"
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Post by Moon on May 1, 2012 15:28:52 GMT -6
Sara threw the ball for Danni a few more times and then took the puppy inside. She walked up the stairs and then into the bathroom for a shower. She scrubbed her hair and body with soap and then washed her face gently. Then she wrapped herself in a towel and blow dried her hair. She took out her straightener and pressed it across her long brown hair. Sara walked over to her closet and picked a blue tank top off the rack and a pair of jean shorts out of the drawer. She put on her undergarments and then the tank top and shorts. Sara went back into the bathroom to apply a little mascara. Sara walked down the stairs and into her living room. She turned on the TV and walked into the kitchen to make herself a cup of herbal tea. (i'm kind of confused by this Cat person. can you please explain to me why she/he was added in? and i made a cute picture of sara drinking tea with a base) Attachments:
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Post by thinerik111 on May 6, 2012 10:09:15 GMT -6
(Well, this is the idea. Cat is just an object of his imagination, as well as the Agent. They are actually part of him, but also separate from him in the way that your average person won't have. 'Ella' is just a random person created into his past, whom he supposingly had a crush on.)
The tip made it worse - a whole ten bucks. I had a good mind to crumble it and toss it into drain, but that would just be a quick demonstration that he had won.
He swatted at the giant fly that hovered beside him, sending it spiralling away. Annoying giant bugger.
(Does she have work today?)
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Post by Moon on May 7, 2012 5:57:29 GMT -6
(yeah. but it's later in the day.)
Sara took her mug of herbal tea and sat down on the couch with it. She sipped it as she watched the show that was on. I should probably leave at about 3:45. I'll make it there just before my dancers arrive at 4. And it's 9 o'clock now, so... What should I do? she said to herself.
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Post by thinerik111 on May 7, 2012 10:25:52 GMT -6
The ground near me exploded with a boom, showering me with dirt and rock.
"Shit, that was a close one!" my fellow officer exclaimed, shielding himself from the flying debris.
We were charging at an enemy's outpost, and it appeared that they had noticed us. Our greatest danger was the cannon. If we could disarm it, we could easily overrun them with our men...
(This is generally his day, his imagination keeps him from going bored.)
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Post by Moon on May 7, 2012 20:52:36 GMT -6
(he seems very creative! I like that!)
Sara flipped her TV to a different channel, the Food Network. Her favorite chef, Paula Dean, was making a very sweet looking breakfast. Sara's stomach growled and she changed the channel. "Time for breakfast!" she said and went into the kitchen. She pulled out a ton of ingredients that would somehow become her breakfast of pancakes. She whisked together flour, eggs, and milk and added a pinch of salt. (I think I switched from first person to third person. Switching back to first person!!) I was only following the recipe my mom had stuck in my head. Then I folded in blueberries and strawberries. I pulled out my pan and heated up the stove. While the stove was heating up, I whipped together a delicious wild berry compote to top my pancakes with.
"Oh how fun it is to cook for yourself!" I chimed as I poured some pancake batter into the pan. I took out my spatula and waited for the pancake to start cooking.
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Post by thinerik111 on May 8, 2012 10:41:01 GMT -6
(I recently joined a dance class. Merle tells me I need to relax)
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Post by Moon on May 8, 2012 21:24:22 GMT -6
(lol! I couldn't be a dancer. I'm too bulky and muscular. It's great for a softball player though. That's part of the reason why I play! )
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