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Discussion in 'Fan Fiction' started by *Salrion (01), Aug 27, 2012.

  1. Wrath: -appears in front of her-oh yes my dear I'm mysterious and darkness
     
  2. Angel -Rolls eyes- Sure you are
     
  3. Sam: *Throws the dagger, swift and fast*
     
  4. Val: *It hits... Right next to my head*
     
  5. Jane: *Mumbling, sitting with Liam* This is hopeless.
    Liam: Love isn't hopeless, Jane!
    Jane: Is too!
     
  6. (Damn you)

    Sam: *Snarls, and I throw another one it passing you as it scraps your cheek*
     
  7. Val: *Smiles slightly as the first drops of blood trickle*
     
  8. Sam: *Grins as I smell the blood, and run at him full speed*
     
  9. Curse: *Hums, walking*
    Jane: *Walks with Liam, spaced out*
    Liam: *Sighs*
     
  10. Eleanor:
    Huffs, arguing with Sweeney.

    Johanna:
    Pokerface.

    Sweeney:
    D:<
     
  11. Angel -Walking around-
     
  12. Jane: *Giggling, singing with Liam* Pardon me ma'am what's that awful stench?
    Liam: Are we standing near an open trench? *Snorts*
     
  13. Eleanor:
    "You are such an ass-"

    Sweeney:
    "Harlot."

    Johanna:
    Whacks Sweeney. "Don't say that again."
     
  14. Jane: *Snorts* We must be standing near an open trench-
    Liam: Smells like piss, piss with ink-
    Jane: Smells like-Ew! *Giggles*
     
  15. Eleanor:
    Eyes flash crimson. "I hear them."

    Johanna:
    Sighs.

    Sweeney:
    "Who?"
     
  16. Jane: *Snorts, walking*
    Liam: *Taps a stranger's shoulder* Wouldn't touch it if I were you dear-*Laughs, walking*
     
  17. Johanna:
    Starts singing. "Seems a down right shame..."

    Eleanor and Sweeney:
    Grins. "Shame?"
     
  18. Liam: Jane, sing!
    Jane: *Snorts* Alright.. *Coughs*
    Liam: *Beams* Oh Mr.Todd! I'm so happy, I could eat you up I really could! You know what I'd like to do Mr.Todd? What I dream? If the business stays as good? Where I'd really like to go, in a year or so? Don't you wanna know? Do you really wanna know?..
     
  19. Jane Moret
    Age- 18
    Race- Human
    Personality- Scared of absolutely anything, feeble, can't make a pure judgement.
    Blacksmiths daughter
    Weapons- Her little dagger, which she is afraid of immensely.
    [​IMG]
     
  20. Johanna:
    "Seems an awful waste..."

    Eleanor:
    "Such a nice plump frame, wha's 'is name 'as. 'ad." Gives a fake gasp.

    Sweeney:
    "Has."