Posts by Swordofcat

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Recap because I'm too lazy to read so much... DX

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Ohhhh! Fabulous Palmer, completely fabulous!
Tell me when you make it because I would love to join! ;3

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Aww thank you Freak! XD
I'll probably write up something tonight, probably. I'll see if I can get Andy to the apartments, he's at the grocery store now singing his heart out, so I just need him to get there. Somehow... somehow.

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ooc; Omg obsession! XD I have to go look at the pictures of the kid, I heard it on the radio the other day but I forgot to search it up. Ugh you made me obsessed too.
Omg I just found that out a while back, I went back and read some of my really old replies from like years ago. I sucked so much! DX

ic; I looked up at Patrick in shock. "W-what!?" I asked my mouth a gaping hole. If he was being serious I was going to punch him, if not then I was still going to punch him. I looked away, my cheeks burning red with a blush. "Of course not. If I wanted company or something, I would just ask it right out." I said with a pout, my eyes glancing up at him through my eyelashes.

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Andy danced in the grocery store aisle, a broom in one hand the other occasionally snapping to the beat every time it hit a certain spot. He was singing the words under his breath, hoping he wouldn't get caught by his boss once again. He had been told many times that if he was ever found rocking out in the aisles his job would be on the line. He probably had been told that about six times, and now it didn't seem like he had to worry too much. But he knew that this was the only job he would be able to find for a while, and if he lost it he would be screwed. But that didn't stop him from singing his heart out, and dancing passionately in the aisles to whatever hit song was playing.

Andy was tapping his feet to the beat, sweeping up spilled corn flakes from the stained floor. Stained from the many beans that were spilled daily. It was always beans, always. Andy sweep to the beat, his heals and toes tapping to Crazy Little Thing Called Love on the radio. The clapping part started and his hips started to swing to each clap, his lips mouthing each word. Passion for the music showing as he continued to dance to the song.

"Andy. What are you doing?" He heard the familiar voice say behind him. He stopped moving and regretted dancing in the aisle. Slowly but painfully he turned around and came face to face with his boss. Most of the time he was nice, giving Andy extra hours. Forgiving him for accidentally trying to hit someone, the person was being a total *sshole so it was forgivable. But now, he wasn't so sure what would happen. "Hey, Mr. Hardy. Uhh.. Cleaning up?" he said unsure of himself. He was f*cking up real bad now. His boss was forgiving, but now probably not so much. "Andy, you know what I said about dancing and singing while your working. Or did you forget?" Mr. Hardy asked. He was so screwed. His boss was always kind, but now his tone said otherwise. It had a stern and somewhat demanding way to it. "I'm sorry, I just couldn't help myself." Andy muttered pulling the broom to his chest, feeling more insecure now. "Sorry Andy. You remember what I said. Right, now go pick your stuff up." Mr. Hardy said turning around without a word and walking back to the counter. "Well... f*ck." Andy muttered picking the dustpan up from the ground, filled with crushed cornflakes. He walked to the back of the store and opened the back door, dumping the crumbled cereal outside. A sigh escaped him and leaned against the door frame. His luck always sucked, no matter how nice he was or what he did, his cr*p life would always come and hit him in the rear end. He muttered a couple more swears before walking to the staff room to collect his things and leave. His things consisted of an umbrella, an extra jacket, and a notebook filled with song lyrics which he always wrote down whenever he got a break. He changed into his regular shirt, which wasn't much but warmer than his button up and apron he wore for work. He stuffed everything into a small bag and headed for the front door. Andy tried to walk proudly through the aisle towards the door, but sadness laden his shoulders and a frown was on his lips. He went up to the empty counter were his ex-boss sat reading a newspaper. "Thanks for letting me work here. I enjoyed the time I stayed." he muttered under his breath not meeting Mr. Hardy's eyes. "My apron and so what are in the back and I made sure to clean the mess up in aisle 5." his shoes seemed to be a lot more interesting then normal, because thats where his eyes lay during the whole conversation. On his neatly polished shoes, it was probably the nicest thing he ever wore. Because he didn't like wearing anything too fancy in fear he would dirty it. "No, thank you for working here Andy. I'll send you your paycheck in the next week." Mr. Hardy said. Andy nodded and exited the store, his feet dragging underneath him like chunks of cement. He opened the door to the store and stepped onto the paved sidewalk. He slowly opened his umbrella and started to walk the 2 miles that went to his apartment complex.

Andy arrived in front of the building in which was his and many other people's apartment building. He stepped up the steps of the building and shook the raindrops of his umbrella. He stepped inside the building and wiped his shoes on the small carpet, which by now where soaked through to his socks. He folded his umbrella up and headed through the lobby and up the stairs to his apartment on the second floor.

Ooc; FINALLY DONE!!! HAHA YES! XD
Sorry this is kinda choppy and whatnot I just wanted to get him fired and out as soon as I could but still make it kinda advanced ish. I really didn't notice it was so long until I pressed preview, sooo whoops. Anyway Andy is now in the apartment and I'm not sure where this is going now. Hahaha whoops.

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I'm bored too,
whats everyone up too?

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"Haha no problem. Thats what I'm here for anyway." Ray said with a nod as he stepped in the room and sat on the bed so he could watch Bianca dance more. The way she moved her body made him feel alive and he wanted to dance with her so much, but he held but his desire and sat on the bed to watch her instead. His eyes traveled over every move she did. Ray hadn't exactly realized how good of a dancer she was until now, and he knew he would be able to learn a couple of things from her.

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how about like we each play a ghost and a human and like the humans go to the house which is supposedly spooky and haunted and what not and they each get possessed but some ghosts and like something funny happens. OMG HOW ABOUT THE GHOSTS PLAY PRANKS ON THE HUMANS AND STUFF YESSS!!!!

Yay! I'm not the only one procrastinating with everything.

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Wait, am I allowed to join or am I just jumping into your conversation?! ;A;
(sorry if I am)

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ooc; Heheh okay! I wasn't too sure, I'll make him waiting there at the airport. I'm going to have so much fun with Marco's character. Again sorry for late reply, no wifi lately. ;A;
ic; Gabriel Vongola Pov;"Yeah, we are heading towards the airport. We have some people waiting for us inside so you'll have to get dressed in here in the parking lot so no one sees you in those clothes until after they meet you." I muttered, my hands squeezing the steering wheel. "We should be there soon, so just be prepared for anything." I mumbled under my breath, glancing up at the mirror to look at the girls face. Nothing was out of place in emotions. She wasn't crying or smiling happily. She was just plain her, nothing interesting, nothing too shocking, nothing at all. It seemed as if this whole thing didn't effect her too much. Which was for the best, since most would probably panic and try to escape. But not her, not this girl.
We arrived at the airport a half hour later. The parking lot was jammed full of cars so we had to park near the end of the parking lot. I put the car in park and turned the engine off. "Get your dress out and change, I'll wait outside. Tell me when your done and we'll drive up closer and have someone take care of the car." I said in a monotone kind of voice as I popped the trunk and removed the keys. I stepped out of the car closed the door lightly and leaned against the hood of the car, taking out a cigarette and lighting it casually.

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Aww thanks! Okay I feel better now(so insecure it sucks.)

I have a project I have to do and I'm paired up with this guy and I know he won't do shit so I'll have to do the whole thing. Yay....

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Wait so whos making the thread?
And I won't be on tomorrow afternoon because I'm going Hunting with a friend's dad(the guy I'm actually partnered up with on the project).

Sooo yeah.

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XD
Omg do it for me. My birthday is May 23, 2000.

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