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Posted: Sat Mar 19, 2016 4:29 pm
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Peter Pan
Peter furrowed his eyebrows in thought before getting a brilliant idea. All his ideas, in his opinion, were brilliant. "And what better thing to hunt for than a buried treasure?" He decided with a bright grin. Peter's imagination was so powerful, that anyone with a playful heart would begin to see everything he imagined as if it were really there. Standing on a nearby rock, Peter began to describe their adventure...
"It is near sundown and the sand is covered in a mist of fog from the sea... in the distance, my ship, The Devil's Whore, sits on the horizon where our crew-- Satan's Demons, are awaiting our return. I myself, the infamous pirate King Satan, rule over the seven seas next to my right hand... a mysterious bandit from Arabia known The Lady of The Sands... one of our own has betrayed us, stolen the treasure map and gone on their own to find it and claim it for themselves... if they we don't find them first."
As he described it, Peter wore a long red coat and a wide-brimmed hat with a long, slender red feather on the side. On his waist he carried a Spanish sword and a revolver. Sandy wore a black traveler's cloak with a hood that covered her face. Whatever she imagined would come to be as she wished it in Peter's imaginary world that he created for them-- as they created it together.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 11:41 am
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[Michelle returns to beach to look at the Beach's Night Sky and the Moon]
Michelle Goodheart: *relaxes and sings*
Image Song: Wind Nocturne (Enchanced) Casting off from an unknown land, sailing out across the foam, The gently blowing winds, pass behind my open ears, whispering they can hear.
Please, won't you please tell me what you know, Is it everyone or just me? Who lives with worry tucked away, Deep beneath the layers of their heart?
What's it like to truly love someone for sure, and to gain their undying love in return? How often I wonder what that's like, because I just don't know.
[These the feelings?] welling from deep within, how I want so much just to cherish them. Could it be that fate is playing me, teasing me? Yet it's just the wind.
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 1:19 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 1:44 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 1:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 2:32 pm
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Posted: Sat Mar 26, 2016 2:48 pm
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