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9 yrs ago
Man, idk why but new years is one of my favorite holidays of the year.
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Bought my tickets
9 yrs ago
Any body see that suicide squad trailer.
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Really chill nerd, likes all things star wars, lord of the rings, game of thrones, e.t.c (there is a long list).
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Eric
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Eric woke up coughing up blood. He had a major headache but had more trouble breathing than anything. He could barley move his arms or his head. He looked around at the room he was in, concrete and brinks. When he looked up, the ceiling had one light bulb that did not even help with the darkness surrounding him. When he tried to sit up a pain spread across his body making him clench his fist. He looked down his chest and went into to shock at what he saw. His bare chest was covered with wet and dry blood, and some of his ribs were probing out from their correct positions and sticking through his flesh. Then it hit him like a speeding train, the pain. He felt like clawing his own eyes out, it hurt so much. This pain never subsided and he could only just sit there and cry.
When he tried to move it hurt, when he tried to breath normally it hurt, hell when he blinked it hurt. So for a few minuets he just sat there reveling in his pain and agony. Then he turned onto his side quickly, but the pain still came in waves that nearly knocked him back into his original place. He left the new pain pass, this position seemed to take off some of the pressure on his chest and move it to his arm, so the pain dulled down.
He looked around the room and noticed Ash still resting in his cot. The boy didn't look much better, his arm had been smashed and the bone was going into his chest. Eric tried to call him but all he could muster was a dry wine. So he sat there and watched whatever he could see: Ash, breathing, and blood dripping down onto the floor and running down the drain. The only thoughts going through his head were: Where was he? Who put him here? and How was he still alive? While he contemplated these things he saw Ash begin to move.
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Eric woke up coughing up blood. He had a major headache but had more trouble breathing than anything. He could barley move his arms or his head. He looked around at the room he was in, concrete and brinks. When he looked up, the ceiling had one light bulb that did not even help with the darkness surrounding him. When he tried to sit up a pain spread across his body making him clench his fist. He looked down his chest and went into to shock at what he saw. His bare chest was covered with wet and dry blood, and some of his ribs were probing out from their correct positions and sticking through his flesh. Then it hit him like a speeding train, the pain. He felt like clawing his own eyes out, it hurt so much. This pain never subsided and he could only just sit there and cry.
When he tried to move it hurt, when he tried to breath normally it hurt, hell when he blinked it hurt. So for a few minuets he just sat there reveling in his pain and agony. Then he turned onto his side quickly, but the pain still came in waves that nearly knocked him back into his original place. He left the new pain pass, this position seemed to take off some of the pressure on his chest and move it to his arm, so the pain dulled down.
He looked around the room and noticed Ash still resting in his cot. The boy didn't look much better, his arm had been smashed and the bone was going into his chest. Eric tried to call him but all he could muster was a dry wine. So he sat there and watched whatever he could see: Ash, breathing, and blood dripping down onto the floor and running down the drain. The only thoughts going through his head were: Where was he? Who put him here? and How was he still alive? While he contemplated these things he saw Ash begin to move.
ok my post is about done I hope you like it. I did it in weeks.
Ya!!!!!! Lets do it.
Taylor had been trying to ignore it, but he was failing. The burning sensation in his wrist had started ever since he stepped up to the booth. He didn't know what to do, and Bobby was not helping. Yes!!! They are near. Thank God one of your boring trips finally paid off, now look around and maybe we can both go home happy today. Now Taylor ignored both annoying things in his life at the moment and focus on what the woman was saying.
She was telling him that someone else had already reserved the bear, and that she didn't talk. But I could have her make me another one. The she pointed to another vendor and saw the girl she was talking about. The girl was beautiful to say the least. long blonde hair nice height and she had a story in her eyes. Bobby was doing back flips by now. The bear-seller waved the girl over ad the moment she got in his space, the mark on his wrist intensified. The heat shot up his entire arm, in that moment Taylor knew that she was the one.
She wrote that she wanted one with a green bow. Taylor didn't know what to do in this moment. The girl looked like she had her guard up, and this worried him and Bobby. Look at you idiot already scaring her off, now smile, open your mouth and make some conversation. If you screw this up you wont be sleeping for a very long time, understand. Taylor shook his head yes and then put on a genuine smile.
"Here is an idea, I would like to buy two, one with a green bow and one with a purple bow, and I'll pay for hers too." He said to the woman.
He turned to the girl with a smile. " I hope you'll let me buy this for you." He said as he reached his hand out. "My name is Taylor Atkins."
She was telling him that someone else had already reserved the bear, and that she didn't talk. But I could have her make me another one. The she pointed to another vendor and saw the girl she was talking about. The girl was beautiful to say the least. long blonde hair nice height and she had a story in her eyes. Bobby was doing back flips by now. The bear-seller waved the girl over ad the moment she got in his space, the mark on his wrist intensified. The heat shot up his entire arm, in that moment Taylor knew that she was the one.
She wrote that she wanted one with a green bow. Taylor didn't know what to do in this moment. The girl looked like she had her guard up, and this worried him and Bobby. Look at you idiot already scaring her off, now smile, open your mouth and make some conversation. If you screw this up you wont be sleeping for a very long time, understand. Taylor shook his head yes and then put on a genuine smile.
"Here is an idea, I would like to buy two, one with a green bow and one with a purple bow, and I'll pay for hers too." He said to the woman.
He turned to the girl with a smile. " I hope you'll let me buy this for you." He said as he reached his hand out. "My name is Taylor Atkins."
As soon as Rose gave the order Zane hurried back to the T-Wing. Something was off, he could only describe the shared feeling as failure. Zane felt that, maybe if he did more or tired something else it could have changed the outcome. But in reality he knew that what happened happened and now they had to deal with the consequences. Now they flew home in a tense silence. No one said anything, but a conversation was still going on, this one was more silent and it conveyed the anger and disappointment we had in each other.
As they came into the hanger, everyone got ff in silence, Ariel walked towards the elevator, she looked upset. Evan was next, he shot up the stairs shirtless without any word. Zane was not to far behind her as they all got into the elevator. While they went up Zane tried to wrap his mind around what went wrong. They had good team work, they had been living together for a while, trained, sweat and bled together, but something was missing. Getting out of the elevator, Evan sat there making a toast to their "victory". This made Rose snap, she entered into her monologue with one in message in mind, today was not a win, and we had a lot of work to do. Zane wondered why she pit the failure on Sentinel, He had a part to play in their down fall but he is not the primary reason. The real reason, in Zane's opinion, that they failed was that they lacked one key component every great team had: a bond. They had been together but could they even call them selves friends, no just team mates. What his team needed was a night to have fun and get to know each other and develop some kind of friendship. If they could not make some kind of bond then the team itself was going no where and Zane knew this.
After she left, Sentinel left too. He looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He needed a friend but Zane was not in the mood to possibly get hurt so he left him be. Then Rhea made some tea and left with it. Soon after, Zane looked over and Evan was playing music and "getting down". Zane chuckled and took out his wand. "Lausac Sehtolc." The spell changed his outfit to a red shirt with a black Z on the front, black basket ball shorts, and black ankle socks. He went into the kitchen and saw the glass on the floor. "Riaper." He said with a whisper and the glass re-formed itself in his hand with the drink still in it. Zane poured it out into sink in the kitchen and put the glass in there too. He then took a seat with milk, his Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a spoon and bowl. He made himself a bowl of cereal and looked at his team mates.
"Well guys lets be "teens" for the night. Come on lets eat and talk, and try to be friends."
As they came into the hanger, everyone got ff in silence, Ariel walked towards the elevator, she looked upset. Evan was next, he shot up the stairs shirtless without any word. Zane was not to far behind her as they all got into the elevator. While they went up Zane tried to wrap his mind around what went wrong. They had good team work, they had been living together for a while, trained, sweat and bled together, but something was missing. Getting out of the elevator, Evan sat there making a toast to their "victory". This made Rose snap, she entered into her monologue with one in message in mind, today was not a win, and we had a lot of work to do. Zane wondered why she pit the failure on Sentinel, He had a part to play in their down fall but he is not the primary reason. The real reason, in Zane's opinion, that they failed was that they lacked one key component every great team had: a bond. They had been together but could they even call them selves friends, no just team mates. What his team needed was a night to have fun and get to know each other and develop some kind of friendship. If they could not make some kind of bond then the team itself was going no where and Zane knew this.
After she left, Sentinel left too. He looked like he was carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders. He needed a friend but Zane was not in the mood to possibly get hurt so he left him be. Then Rhea made some tea and left with it. Soon after, Zane looked over and Evan was playing music and "getting down". Zane chuckled and took out his wand. "Lausac Sehtolc." The spell changed his outfit to a red shirt with a black Z on the front, black basket ball shorts, and black ankle socks. He went into the kitchen and saw the glass on the floor. "Riaper." He said with a whisper and the glass re-formed itself in his hand with the drink still in it. Zane poured it out into sink in the kitchen and put the glass in there too. He then took a seat with milk, his Cinnamon Toast Crunch and a spoon and bowl. He made himself a bowl of cereal and looked at his team mates.
"Well guys lets be "teens" for the night. Come on lets eat and talk, and try to be friends."
Taylor/Bobby
Taylor turned down the street and walked into the flea market. People from all around came here to sell their goods and put their life works out there. He loved coming here on his days off to see what they had for sell, he was a bit of a collector, little trinkets and small art works made his heart melt. Bobby thought it was a wast of time, he like to go out and do "more fun" things like sky diving and car shows. But today was Taylor's day so he wanted to go to the market. This is a waste of time, and you know it. Bobby said to Taylor in their head. Today is the day and you are acting like you don't care. We need to be out there finding our soul mate. Taylor chuckled, he had forgotten today was "that" day. "Well haven't you ever heard of the saying, the best way to find something is to stop looking and it will find you." Taylor looked down at his wardrobe; he had on black casual joggers and a dark red long sleeve v-neck, with black ankle socks and red and white Converse. It wasn't his best outfit but, his soul mate should take as he comes right? He approached a booth, where a elderly lady was selling small clay pots. Taylor saw one that caught his eye, it looked like it was made of different coils, he had a larger one but this was smaller and the vintage color was perfect. "How much for this one here?" Taylor asked the woman. She told him ten, and he gave her 20. He walked away with a plastic bag and began to look around again.
If we are going to waste time then at least buy something that can be a gift. Bobby was getting frustrated with Taylor. He wondered how he could not be jumping with joy at the thought of finding the person they were meant to be with. Taylor was getting tired of Bobby's nagging, he really was not worried about meeting their soul mate, he didn't even know their name. He would always cover the mark on his wrist with a bracelet or watch, like he did now, he had one of his favorite watches on and it annoyed Bobby whenever he did this. They approached another booth that caught Taylor's eye, the woman was selling hand made necklaces among other things. When he was inspecting her wears, he spotted a blue bear on the table behind her, it was hand made and looked like a fine piece of work. "Excuse me are you selling that, I'd like to buy it." He said with a smile.
Lol Im posting today sorry it took so long.
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