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No.
But I post slowly to make sure others get to post (and totally not because I'm playing Dota)
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No.
But I post slowly to make sure others get to post (and totally not because I'm playing Dota)
AYYYEEEE
Winston is cool. but totally weird. i think he needs a hug.
It'll make sense in the future.
If I never get to tell Winston's past, I'll just write it out in the OOC
Marianne's attention snapped to the edgy man. "But... I can't just let 'em kill like that!" She said, extremely panicked. Marianne didn't really know the circumstances on what was really happening.
"People only get to live once!" Her words were ironic. She didn't remember the events that happened before she arrived at this strange academy. She had forgotten them since she was, again, an idiot.
Her frantic pacing had turned into a crawl, and then Marianne just laid on the ground. Her eyes were tearing up. "People ain't... People ain't supposed to be killin'. It ain't right. It just ain't right..." She said. Something about people killing others just made her feel like something happened. She couldn't remember what happened, however. She just felt like something was wrong.
"People only get to live once!" Her words were ironic. She didn't remember the events that happened before she arrived at this strange academy. She had forgotten them since she was, again, an idiot.
Her frantic pacing had turned into a crawl, and then Marianne just laid on the ground. Her eyes were tearing up. "People ain't... People ain't supposed to be killin'. It ain't right. It just ain't right..." She said. Something about people killing others just made her feel like something happened. She couldn't remember what happened, however. She just felt like something was wrong.
Winston had been preparing his gear for the mission. He always packed light. He didn't care so much for armour. He didn't need it. All he brought with him was his old axe, his regular clothing, and a small vial of black powder. He kept it in one of the pockets in his pants. He looked around his room; it was still barren. Barren wouldn't really be the best word, though. It seemed like the room was waiting for something, or someone to come. It had been so long that it was safe to say that nobody was coming to fill what the room was missing.
Winston had left his room, looking back to the two smoldering joss sticks. They were almost burnt out. Winston had a rather forlorn look in his eyes. He closed them, clenching his fists. He closed and locked his room, walking out to the deck. When he got out there, most of the crew were waiting for them to get close enough to the island so they could push off and go to the main island on their boats. Winston leaned against a nearby wall. He didn't speak. It was unlike him to not speak to others, but Winston was feeling alone.
Winston had left his room, looking back to the two smoldering joss sticks. They were almost burnt out. Winston had a rather forlorn look in his eyes. He closed them, clenching his fists. He closed and locked his room, walking out to the deck. When he got out there, most of the crew were waiting for them to get close enough to the island so they could push off and go to the main island on their boats. Winston leaned against a nearby wall. He didn't speak. It was unlike him to not speak to others, but Winston was feeling alone.
I'll post tomorrow.
Marianne listened to what the smart man had to say. In all honesty, Marianne had tuned out most of what he was talking about. She didn't hear what clear voy ants were. She just had a dumbfounded look on her face. Suddenly, the boy had said something very sharp and quickly. Marianne realized that she should be listening to what the man had said. He said something about not killing each other.
"Eh? Killin'? Whaddya mean killin'? I thought we were wreslin'" She said, her voice in a very confused tone.
She looked around her; the other students were trying to make oreilles de crisse out of each other. It was a huge shock for the confused Marianne.
"EH? Why are they trynna kill each otha?" She yelled out, panicking. She didn't know what to do. She wasn't prepared for this. She stood up and began to run a round the arena.
"We gotta help 'em not kill each otha!" She said, smashing her right hand into her left palm. She looked outside of their arena, her back facing towards the sleeping edge-filled man. She began to formulate a plan (an overstatement) using what little of her knowledge she had.
"Eh? Killin'? Whaddya mean killin'? I thought we were wreslin'" She said, her voice in a very confused tone.
She looked around her; the other students were trying to make oreilles de crisse out of each other. It was a huge shock for the confused Marianne.
"EH? Why are they trynna kill each otha?" She yelled out, panicking. She didn't know what to do. She wasn't prepared for this. She stood up and began to run a round the arena.
"We gotta help 'em not kill each otha!" She said, smashing her right hand into her left palm. She looked outside of their arena, her back facing towards the sleeping edge-filled man. She began to formulate a plan (an overstatement) using what little of her knowledge she had.
<Snipped quote by SilverDawn>
Why?
Because th-
Wait a minute...
"Why"
Three letters
What else has 3 letters?
Die.
What causes deaths?
AIDS.
Which country aids others?
Switzerland.
What's Switzerland's most well known product?
Swiss Army Knife.
I rest my case.
Marianne was asked another question. Again, she didn't know how to answer. She tried to figure out why she was fighting; there was no benefit to fighting. She could get hurt from it. She let go of the hold, but she still sat on the chest of the random man she was fighting.
The man started to talk about his clairvoyant mind. Clairvoyant. Marianne didn't know that word. Honestly, she didn't know a lot of words. Marianne asked the most intelligent question that her mind could muster: "What's clear voy ant mean?". She heard the man telling him to go, and then he realized that she should probably move. She fell over, and rolled off of him, her skateboard hitting him in the legs.
The man started to talk about his clairvoyant mind. Clairvoyant. Marianne didn't know that word. Honestly, she didn't know a lot of words. Marianne asked the most intelligent question that her mind could muster: "What's clear voy ant mean?". She heard the man telling him to go, and then he realized that she should probably move. She fell over, and rolled off of him, her skateboard hitting him in the legs.
I have a sneaking suspicion that Marianne is going to get stabbed.
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