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Name: Tarragon Age: 17 Group: outsider Looks: long black hair and dark eyes. Wears camo converses with a black t and jeans. Tall and skinny...
Tarragon: runs up the stairs and into a spare room. Shuts the door behind me.
Tarragon: drops holding arm.
Bump and update.
Tarragon: stares in shock. "No. Just get rid of that thing."
Tarragon: "This whole situation!"
Sorry, kind if short.
Tarragon: starts to walk through the forest but hits everything and leans against the trees.
(Probably)
I wrote a note to a guy. I wrote first in pencil then pink and purple pens. I drew little things around the actual note too.
So here it is. Probably sucks but oh well. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Mystery 2 Chapter 1 I sipped the coco carefully. James sat across...
Really cool.
Sam: gets up and walks to the hanger.
Tarragon: starts running through the alleys, determined to lose the figure.
I'll update tonight or tomorrow. I have bad writers block.
Tarragon: turns around and crosses arms. "What do you mean?"
(Sure)
(Accepted. We need one more person at least.)
Tarragon: stands up and pushes past him. Gets a soda.
Tarragon: tries to stand up and can but has to hold on to something.