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Post by Guenhwyvar on Dec 4, 2006 17:49:13 GMT -5
The boy walked down the city street, clinging to the shadows, hoping no one noticed him. He tried to hide his paleness with the dirt of the street. He dulled his fiery red hair with dust, and kept his pale, so pale as to be almost white, eyes down cast. If he was lucky no one would notice him, and he would be left in peace to scrounge in the trash for his next meal.
He didn't know his name, his mother had died before she could tell it to him. When she had been alive, he had been safe, now she was gone, and he had to fend for himself.
(It's a start)
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Post by Sam(The one in charge) on Dec 4, 2006 21:53:17 GMT -5
Sounding good Keep going with it.
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aangluver123
New Bender
Keeper Of Jets Hook swords and Longshots arrows
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Post by aangluver123 on Dec 5, 2006 14:52:54 GMT -5
good job
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Post by Guenhwyvar on Jan 3, 2007 11:33:13 GMT -5
He was unlcky though, as he wa most of the time, there was just no hiding his strangeness, ad a gang of the local urchins closed in on him, surrounding him.
(Look back here in a couple days, I'm not finished yet.)
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aangluver123
New Bender
Keeper Of Jets Hook swords and Longshots arrows
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Post by aangluver123 on Jan 8, 2007 15:46:25 GMT -5
kl good job
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Post by Guenhwyvar on Nov 22, 2007 17:49:26 GMT -5
"Ghost boy." they jeered, "demon spawn, go back from where you came from." He cringed as the leader headed towards him. As the first punches landed, he could only curl up on himself on the cobblestones and try to avoind the accompanying kicks. This was routine, the varied gangs of urchins routinely beat him sensless. Survivla of the fittest, but something this time was different. Something inside him snapped and he snatched up a sharp stone, holding it in his fist like a knife. He lashed out against his attackers, managing to knock one ot with the stone before the could recover from the sudden retaliation of their normally sedate target. He turnes his back to the wall and crouched like a beast, a savage glint in his eye and the gang closed in to take revenge for their fallen comrade.
His teeth pulled back in a grimace. No more, no more would they torture him. He would kill them all first or die trying.
((more later))
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