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Update: Hey, guys! On the first post you'll find your Prompt Threads and Contest threads. Check 'em out!
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: Yes you can. }}
ιc:
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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Hallo there! I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience, but only members of the Young Writer's Academy are allowed to post here. But, if you consider doing more of thsese prompts, challenges, and contests, you may want to join the Academy. The link is on the first page. There are two openings left :3

Ivan Braginski {Scourge_star}
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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It's been forever since I posted here .-. Well, here's a emotional prompt I coughed up a few days ago.

I bent my head downwards, tears spilling from my eyes. My hand slowly reached up and grasped the microphone, pulling it down to my quivering lips.

"I'm sorry, Momma," I whispered, my grim and shaking voice echoing throughout the bleak room we were standing in. "This will be the last time we speak. They have chosen me to be the Keeper on the island. Lotus will be my new guardian, and she is the Director of Operations."

My mother swiftly crossed the room, tremors of horror crossing her face. That beautiful face, now scared and hopeless. Her daughter was going to be shipped off to an island with a total stranger to take care of addled fugitives for the rest of her once wonderful life She tried to hug me goodbye, but two bulky men cloaked in white hooked her by the arms and ushered her out the door.

"She's leaving now," They informed her coldly. Darkly. Harshly.

I felt my knees turn to stones and drop to the floor. To my utter surprise they let me weep silently. They let me slump onto the floor in a tangled mass of limbs and shrink into the frigid white tiles. The people who made me come here, the people who sent me to this God-forsaken place, let me write my life on a paper and put it in the shredder. The people who made me come here were monsters, mad dogs wanting to be fed. Fed with the tears of others. They were the people who stood in the corner and watched me weep with blank faces, as if they had seen it time and time before.

Lotus put a calloused hand on my back. She was calm, but her eyes wished they could weep like me. "Get up, Opal," She begged.

The people in the back watched with thinned lips. They did not care.

I closed my eyes and stood up. Momma said things only happened for a reason. The reason was unknown, but I did not care.

Lotus sighed. "I can't go there alone, dear." She nudged me so I would walk, but I did not budge. Her voice rose in desperation. "Opal, please!"

The people didn't move. Their eyes simply shifted to the side so they could see better.

I finally moved, walking towards the door with Lotus. We were shoved onto a ship and a woman threw a map at my face. "Read it, girl."

After three weeks of travel we had arrived. To Vattigmahn Island, the Island for psychos. The Island of Darkness.

doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: It's fine. :3 I've put misleading information. Tomorrow's the day I put another prompt up, as well. }}
ιc:
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: I'll post the next prompt up on the first post.}}
ιc:
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: Offline}}
ιc: My lips were reduced to a fine line. "And those guys over there... those are their boyfriends. Snooty rich kids." I said flatly as we entered the voluptuous school. And, just as I had silently predicted, the barbie dolls were already on our tail. They started talking to Javier and I.
"Your new little foreign boyfriend?"
"Doesn't look like much, honey."
"Aw, will he read you a book written by someone who's dead?"
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: Here are the links for 1 and 3.
http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1125064.new#new
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http://warriorcatsrpg.com/index.php?topic=1125034.new#newιc:
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: Offline}}
ιc: As she was following him he face palmed, tapping his gun against his hip. I don't know why I can't shoot them... Val thought silently, opening the heavy cell door. "Here we are," He sugarcoated each sentence with false security. His hand retreated to his holster, where it pulled out a sharpened dagger. "This is your 'home'. And if you should try anything, Charlie, you will be punished." Valentin swiped the knife across her wrist lightly, making a small puncture wound. He left her to her own thoughts.
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ιc: With little humms of displease, the girls strutted away. I, whilst getting the books from my locker, smirked. "Yeah, but I think your dog would like them as a chew toy better..." A little fragment of a laugh emitted from my throat. "...Your locker is right beside mine. Here." I directed him towards it.
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ιc: There are dates on the prompts. Do the first one :3
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ιc: I chuckled a little bit. Wasn't too often you saw a British person here. Nope, all Southern Belles. "No problem, Javier," I replied with a smile. "If you ever need help with anything, just come and get me. I think we have almost all the same classes." I glanced down at my watch. "Well, must get going to Calculus. Bye!" With that, I raced off before the bell could even think about ringing.
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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SSC Agent
name: Satyne||Dominika||Černohorský
age: 19
place of birth: Prague, Czechoslovakia
birthday: March 24th
parents: Tereza Černohorský and James Černohorský
usual outfits:


history: Satyne was raised in Czechoslovakia with her parents. Without warning, when she was about thirteen, they mysteriously disappeared without a trace. She was taken in by her grandmother, who a few years later fell ill on the exact same date her parents disappeared. She doesn't really know if her grandmother is alive or dead at this point.
other: She has a Czech accent.
{Ahllo. My name is Amy Walker. I was born in Prague, which is called Praha in Czech Republic.}

SSC Agent
name: Nathaniel||James||Lyons
age: 19
place of birth: Tampa, Florida, United States
birthday: November 17th
parents: Joyce Lyons and Jase Lyons
usual outfits:

[img width=319 height=510]http://data.whicdn.com/images/62027424/large.jpg[/img]
history: He was never really close to his parents, due to the fact he was more of a social person and was always out and about. When his parents finally disappeared Nate lived with a friend for a while, being comforted all the way.
other: N/A

doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: Thanks for the tips! I always try to start out my prologues with a bit of mystery behind them; so you don't really know what's going on yet. I'll keep those in mind whilst I write the first chapter :3}}
ιc:
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: I see your point in a most respectful manner. It's probably a flaw I'll have to work on. To be honest I don't feel that I was in full focus when writing my story. School blues do that to ya :3 I'll keep that in mind.
ιc:
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: Yep!
ιc:
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: Yes. Post it on the prompt thread and you'll be all set.}
ιc:
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: Offline}}
ιc: He laughed, as the helicopter landed. "Oh no. That's not going to happen." Val tapped his gun against his hip, leading her into the labyrinth in which she would be held.
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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ooc: In chapter one, I plan on introducing the 'mad dogs' a bit better.}}
ιc:
doɴ’т rejecт мe ғor wнαт ι wαѕ yeѕтerdαy.”}

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