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What are you supposed to be? Forrest green eyes squinted in the harsh day light, laughing a bit at his competitors outfit. Cross a tiger with a fish and give him bad clothes? The Keyguards banter was met with only a bored look and a quiet frown. Ah, sammter? Logan pressed, stepping farther into the ring, letting the tip of his keyblade drag a thin trail in the dirt. Pretty boring, arent you?
Apparently. The Ruin Wielders response was dry, cold; about as expressionless as the other young mans face. Are we here for a fight, or a tea party?
See, thats the problem with you Emo-Wielders. Logan chuckled quietly, the sound lost in the anxious cheers and cat calls from the crowds seated above the coliseum floor. Youre so up tight. Maybe its that braid of yours. Pulling your scalp so tight you cant smile?
The blue haired keyblader
TamingTuesday~More Like This
Simone hadn't been schedualed to work at the ranch. In fact, she had been in the middle of her class when her phone went off with, of all things, a text message from her boss. That was the part that had caught her attention. The only man could barely use an old type writer, let alone text on a freaking cellphone. She had gathered up her things quickly, whispering to Boone that she'd see him at home, and darted out of class as quickly and subtly as possible.
The look on her instructors face wasn't a happy one. Oh well, Simone figured, he'd deal.
She'd arrived at the ranch via taxi, having to spend a little extra to make sure she could get there without having an upset driver. When she'd stepped out of the cab, Jacob was out front waiting, dusty, tired, and sweaty. In comparison, dressed in a cute suit type ensamble of grey slacks that had attatched suspenders, a white button up blouse, and cute white highheels, Simone stood out like a sore thumb on the ranch. All the same, she
History of a DaemonDon't expect the world to change overnight.More Like This
It's taken 2000 years to -start- to fullfill a prophecy. 2000. Fucking. Years. You think the devil's just gonna pop out of a hole in the ground and start dancing a fucking jig just because you expect him to? No, he's sitting back and laughing at your ridiculous 'faith' based fantasies. Laughing at your brilliantly skewed perception of "God".
All the while you're cheering on, admiring after, and finding yourself in love with his little prodigy and it's all flying clear over your head.
What would I know? I'm just the tailed freak at the bus stop with the grumpy boyfriend. At least, thats what you think.
I am Simone, more familiarly Adoni to those affiliated with the Lord Yahweh and the fallen angels. I live in a small city of no importance, in an apartment with my boyfriend Boone Gambrel and our dog Zodiac. My best friend is Emily Meyers, engaged to my old instructor Willis Rhys. I'm friends with Crate, Dexter, and Blake. I like milk in
Talk to him"Hey," Emily voice through the reciever had that tone again. That unbearably nosy tone that said she knew her best friend was hiding something. That tone drove Simone completely up the wall. Only due to the fact that that tone meant Emily was going to ask a question that made Simone uncomfortable. And Simone would answer it one way or the other. It was just how they functioned. And Simone knew if she protested it, or pointed it out, Emily would simply point out that Simone had an exactly matching tone that did the same thing to her friend.More Like This
It was the way things were.
"God," groaned the brunette, sinking deeper into the bathtub, "What's with that tone Em?"
Both girls had their homes to themselves for a few hours, their boyfriends gone to their respective jobs. It was another of their little things. They'd both run bubble baths for that first hour, soaking in the warm water and they'd set up the phones on speaker in the bathroom so they could talk. It was so much easier, and so much more
19 19 1985The 1980's were ...fun. The most relatively normal life I had out of the whole bunch, I think. I was born with a twin. We were Tasha and Tolen. A couple of goddamned dorks. Unlike most siblings...we were inseperable all the way through highschool. I loved that kid more then my own life. He meant the world to me.More Like This
Still does. See, Tolen, my twin, was Dexter now. One of my very dear friends. We adopted eachother this lifetime, as siblings agian. Some bonds just can't be broken, no matter what you do to pull them apart I guess.
We grew up in a small townhouse with our Mom, when we turned 13 we got our own rooms. There was no convincing me to share a room with any boy once I hit puberty. Twin or not, he didn't need to see my junk, and I sure as hell didn't want to see his. Besides, at that stage, privacy is much needed. Not that we hid much from each other but, as we grew older...welll
teens suffer hormones...we'll just leave it at that. Thats not something you want to be exposed to when it