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| Subject: . evil never looked so fine . | |
Author: Sesshoumaru [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Fri, Dec 31 2004, 19:41:51 Graceful are my movements, my footfalls silent. My features are emotionless, gaze settled straight ahead of me, eyes slightly narrowed. I was in search of the young one by the name of Engel, with whom Inuyasha held so dearly. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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| Subject: . everything. | |
Author: Nagi, Yohji [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Fri, Dec 31 2004, 1:14:14 Nagi: I lay on one of the large, king-sized beds kept in our room, hazel gaze locked onto Yohji above me, then flickering across the room at the other two slaves who were preparing to join us. I swallow, tugging at my bound arms a last time, then pouting when Yohji only gives me that small, sexy smile of his and chuckles, calling me bishounen and saying I wasn't going anywhere. Hazel eyes follow his movements as his hand trails down my side, and I squirm, not liking where this was going. Yohji: Chuckling, my emerald eyes lift, glancing two the other two, then back down to Nagi. "Hurry up you two." [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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| Subject: Life sucks sometimes. | |
Author: Walter Livingston [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Thu, Dec 16 2004, 17:42:34 The bell rang and assorted groups of men and women poured out of the classrooms of Montblanc academy and into the white and sterile halls therein. They were extremely plain, the halls. Nothing but whiteness and some white lights that hung elegantly. They often swung when the students, ranging from age fourteen to twenty-five, came from their classrooms in a rather interesting spectacle that could not be described by anything other then “Stampede.” The floor seemed incredibly clean for something that was stepped on so much, tiled with white and… well, white. How boring. The art room was located in the far corner, from which a tall male, standing about six feet and two inches tall, moved from the room, not paying any attention to his course. As he had known his next destination and the proper way of getting there, he need not look up from his work. On the pad of paper he silently drew a beautiful picture of an angel, the male’s wings spanning out and a gentle smile on his face as he held a flower gently between his hands and seemed to watch it in awe. Not much bothered him, as he thought of what he was drawing. Well, not all of his consciousness was on his angel. He was thinking of the current situation with Hitler and the National socialists. They had already gone to Poland, and taken Austria. France was next on the list, apparently. The Americans were supplying the Allies with necessary equipment for battle, but claiming neutrality. Hitler didn’t like that. Oh well, could be worse. He wasn’t too afraid of it, which was why he wasn’t on his way home with a few of the other students. Hitler didn’t have the balls. He’d just stick it out here, sketching his angel and not looking forward as he walked towards the cafeteria. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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| Subject: <:-:> painted on my heart <:-:> | |
Author: Lyndsay [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Sat, Dec 04 2004, 22:25:43 Tall femme of about 18 leaned agianst a tree, rearranging fishnet shirt and black tank under it as penetrating blue eyes searched her surroundings for something or someone in particular. Collar and chains jingled rather irritatingly agaist each other with the gothic girl's every move. Sweeping black and green streaked locks from her face, she sighed and slid down the rough bark to sit cross-legged on the grass, chin resting on her palm boredly. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
| Subject: .:the man who sold the world:. | |
Author: Daniel [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Sat, Nov 27 2004, 17:13:34 We spoke of was and when Although I wasn't there he said I was his friend Which came as a surprise I spoke into his eyes I thought you died alone A long long time ago The male's leanly muscled figure lay upon the grass, on its side, his jeans that were loose around his legs but tight on his ass hung low on his hips. He was shirtless, revealing his nice body to any lusty onlookers. He was dozing lightly as it was. The male's lush lips were parted slightly, his face calm in sleep. He was beautiful, to say the least, and ready to be anyone's boy toy. He was young probably, no older than 20, most likely a teen. visual [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
| Subject: ..Troubled Minds..((*falls over* I forgot who I was talking to before the board got all redone and stuffies, lol)) | |
Author: Katrina Caroline [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Tue, Nov 02 2004, 13:16:20 ..Slight smile lingers on labrium, curiously scrolling chasms dancing over area in fore of the two. Follows the slender fem, gait slow and steady, a heavy contrast to her sister's quickened pace.. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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| Subject: . absolution . | |
Author: Schu [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Thu, Nov 25 2004, 11:41:18 [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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| Subject: . absolution . | |
Author: Schu [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Tue, Nov 23 2004, 14:57:50 [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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| Subject: . dominance . | |
Author: Schuldich [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Sat, Nov 20 2004, 22:12:27 [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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| Subject: wow its been a long time | |
Author: Amber (former kit) [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Tue, Nov 02 2004, 15:18:22 Wow its been a really long timw how is every one whos still here? Amy? I miss you guy so much sorry I became inactive school and stuff. Amy do you have aim heres my thing.....Moonchild112389 or Inuyashachic101. I miss you all *gives big hug* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
| Subject: to be reborn . | |
Author: Alexander [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Wed, Oct 27 2004, 15:24:44 ![]() Cobalt gaze lingers along the terrain, studying, observing, quietly. It seemed....well, empty. Not a soul around the large field, simply a few empty huts. Oh well, might as well make yourself comfortable. Pulling the band from his golden locks, he makes his way quietly towards one of the huts. [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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| Subject: weirded out | |
Author: nanlady [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Sat, Oct 23 2004, 13:46:13 ... duuuuuuuuude. total emptyness, here... anyone care to explain the absence of everything? *listens to crickets chirping* [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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| Subject: yo | |
Author: me [ Edit | View ] |
Date Posted: Sat, Oct 23 2004, 0:12:13 [ Post a Reply to This Message ] |
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