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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 7:47 pm
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[[Sorry I've been gone~ School stuff. ]]
nefret2011 II Jello II [[Lol... I almost feel bad for him D:}] nefret2011 II Jello II [[I 'unno what he should do... D: Back up plan: bring in the Uncle?]] nefret2011 ((I figured it was time for a flashback of her mother. You want to know the funny thing? I could've gone on for longer. But I figured I got my point across.)) ((Get him back outside and well go from there. You never know, she might just have a full blown panic attack. That could be fun to write... hehe twisted ))[[Orrr HE could have a full blown panick attack ;D ]] ((Awe, poor guy. So lost. So adorable. xd ))
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 7:56 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 8:26 pm
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Posted: Wed Apr 13, 2011 10:04 pm
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 12:54 pm
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ЯоЬїи Gооdfєllош ~ Pцcк Puck kept running until his sides hurt. He paused, with his hands on his knees. He saw some stairs, and decided to walk down it to some possible shelter. At the bottom there was a sign... Subway? Now Puck was totally lost. He sighed and sat on the bench, as huge metal monsters screeched by on a predestined route. Now that his adrenaline was gone, he was extremely tired. He had no idea how to get back to the theatre.... After a few more metal monsters screeched past, Puck stood and went back up the steps. Rain was pouring even harder. Puck had a flash of anger. As if his day wasn't bad enough. None of this world even made sense anymore. Rain started sizzling off of where it hit him. His eyes narrowed. Why did he try to get his glove anyway? He could of made another one. Why had he approached her? Why? He mentally called himself stupid repeatedly, as he tried to wander back to the theatre. Now she probably thought him insane. Which probably wasn't far from the truth. How had he not even ventured from the theatre before? What an imbecile! Puck kicked at a rock, and watched as it skipped along the road. Puck was now completely dry, his body temperature most likely in the 200 Fahrenheit area. Why had he even fell for her? Why did his heart have to be so willful? Why did he even have to be fae? Why couldn't his mind be content with Shakespeare? What an idot I am... he thought, his fists clenched. Violence had never before even crossed Puck's mind, but now he was debating it. After multiple hours, he found himself in a bums alleyway. He was thinking about bedding down with the others, when he was shoved violently against the wall. "Yer money or yer life." hissed a gruff voice, slitting a bit of Pucks' arm. The man looked desprate, no doubt needing the money for a scrap of food. Puck knew that himself had no money, he never needed any in the theatre. His anger was already full, so he growled and punched the man across the face. The man staggered back, clutching his jaw. He glared up at Puck, hissing. Pucks' eyes narrowed. The guy swooped in to kick Puck, but Puck grabbed his leg and flipped him over, making him land on his back. The man coughed up some ruby liquid and glared at Puck, but scuttled away. Puck walked past the man and warmed himself at a garbage can lit afire. The other bums scooted away a little, but still sat by the fire too. After he was warmed, he lay down on a thrown out mattress on the curb. He stared at the sky, wondering just what he had done.
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Posted: Thu Apr 14, 2011 4:48 pm
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