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STATUS: Ducktales is stuck in my bloody head 8 yrs ago- Last Seen: 8 yrs ago
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Smiling, James shook her hand politely. I wish I knew. It's rare to meet a woman so pretty as you in a place like this. Can I help you find anything? There's lots of good books around this building. Hamlet, Macbeth, The Tempest! Books on art, fashion, music, theatre, mechanics. There's lots of comic books. I usually get to keep the back issues for helping tidy up, so you can borrow them, if you're into that kind of book. He blushed. But, I am babbling. What do you like? He leant on the shelf, ensuring not all his weight was on it.
The young man was genuinely polite and kind, seemingly happy in her company. Giving her a wink, he adjusted his glasses. Allow me to carry your books, if I may.
The young man was genuinely polite and kind, seemingly happy in her company. Giving her a wink, he adjusted his glasses. Allow me to carry your books, if I may.
Bump.
Siblings always have arguments, that is a part of growing up after all. However, this argument looks ready to pull the family apart. After the death of their parents, the oldest siblings argue over who is to raise the younger siblings. A pair of twins is separated, at the age of just 6. They have a few memories of each other, which are strange to them.
13 years pass, and they grow up with seemingly different lives, with her being rich and spoilt, with all she wants brought for her. Beautiful and rich, she is a model. She is brash, bold and bulling, with seemingly no ablity to care. Yet, she has lots of "friends". But, her life isn't perfect. She is abused, beaten and tormented.
He is shy, timid and kind, but has no friends at all. Smart and well-groomed, he is happy to be single, but feels like he is missing a part of himself. Working as a photographer, he is happy with his work. He is sickly, and is suffering with kidney infections.
Yet, the two kept in touch without knowing who the other is, through a penfriend programme set up when they were in 4th grade, which carried on into Middle and High School.
They meet on a shoot, and almost instantly, they realise who the other is. Growing close, they feel comfortable to share deepest secrets, leading to them deciding to share a house, both wanting time to see the sibling they never, yet always, knew...
But will it be so happy? Or will the blade of tragedy sever the bond the duo share?
Pm me or post here if interested, please.
13 years pass, and they grow up with seemingly different lives, with her being rich and spoilt, with all she wants brought for her. Beautiful and rich, she is a model. She is brash, bold and bulling, with seemingly no ablity to care. Yet, she has lots of "friends". But, her life isn't perfect. She is abused, beaten and tormented.
He is shy, timid and kind, but has no friends at all. Smart and well-groomed, he is happy to be single, but feels like he is missing a part of himself. Working as a photographer, he is happy with his work. He is sickly, and is suffering with kidney infections.
Yet, the two kept in touch without knowing who the other is, through a penfriend programme set up when they were in 4th grade, which carried on into Middle and High School.
They meet on a shoot, and almost instantly, they realise who the other is. Growing close, they feel comfortable to share deepest secrets, leading to them deciding to share a house, both wanting time to see the sibling they never, yet always, knew...
But will it be so happy? Or will the blade of tragedy sever the bond the duo share?
Pm me or post here if interested, please.
James sat on a beanbag, knees pulled up to rest his sketchbook against his legs. He was quietly drawing in it, content where he was. Glancing up as he spotted Eve coming towards him out of the corner of his eye, James pushed his glasses up his nose, giving her a smile. Oh. Hello, Eve. How are you doing? James smiled as he pulled on the sleeve of his worn, blue hoodie to adjust it slightly. His eyes were tired, bags under them. Smiling softly at her, he awaited her response to his question.
I'm okay, thank you. There is someone you might want to meet, over by the music section. I think she's deaf too. Go on, strike up a conversation. What's the worst that can happen to you? The older woman shot a kind smile at James, motioning to the area in question. Shrugging, James packed up his stuff and wandered away to the music section, spotting the girl after moving between aisles. Walking over, he tapped her gently on the shoulder.
Hello. Sorry to bother you, but the librarian sent me over. My name is James. What is yours? He pushed his glasses up his nose, shooting her a shy, but sweet smile.
I'm okay, thank you. There is someone you might want to meet, over by the music section. I think she's deaf too. Go on, strike up a conversation. What's the worst that can happen to you? The older woman shot a kind smile at James, motioning to the area in question. Shrugging, James packed up his stuff and wandered away to the music section, spotting the girl after moving between aisles. Walking over, he tapped her gently on the shoulder.
Hello. Sorry to bother you, but the librarian sent me over. My name is James. What is yours? He pushed his glasses up his nose, shooting her a shy, but sweet smile.
Sidney leant back where he sat, looking around the fire station. It'd been a long day, with little to do. Nobody wanted a fire, of course, the idea of death and injury not something they wished upon anybody. But, it was such a long day, and they wanted to earn an honest wage. Looking over as another fire-fighter entered the room, Sid smiled and took a sip of his tea. "Want one, John?"
"Yeah, cheers Sid." John replied, sitting down at the mess table, as Sid rose to go and the tea. Jumping a second later as the bells rang, he ran from the room with Phillip behind him, sliding quickly down the pole. Running across the appliance bay, he grabbed his tunic, yanking on the trousers and his boots, jumping into the passenger seat as he applied his seatbelt. Sirens wailed as the ALP roared out of the bay, followed by the pump and pump ladder units.
"What's going on, John?" Sid shouted as they tore along, flying through red lights and roaring down the lanes. "Woah!" Sidney yelped as they swung around a corner, mounting the kerb briefly.
"Fire at the college, science block. Chemicals alight, explosions reported. Us, Blackwall and Chiltern are all in attendance. We're to work on aerial rescues and fire fighting. Chiltern have the HAZMAT truck on the way." His senior replied, arriving at the scene with a squeal of brakes and a final wail of the sirens.
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"Well, well. If it isn't Amelia. You've done well for yourself, haven't you, dear?" James smirked down at the woman, leaning back against the door frame. "I thought you'd have given up on this by now, you know." He coughed, smirking at her. "No Sidney, hm?" He sauntered across the room, sitting on the desk. "You didn't tell me you had a child. OUR child."
"Yeah, cheers Sid." John replied, sitting down at the mess table, as Sid rose to go and the tea. Jumping a second later as the bells rang, he ran from the room with Phillip behind him, sliding quickly down the pole. Running across the appliance bay, he grabbed his tunic, yanking on the trousers and his boots, jumping into the passenger seat as he applied his seatbelt. Sirens wailed as the ALP roared out of the bay, followed by the pump and pump ladder units.
"What's going on, John?" Sid shouted as they tore along, flying through red lights and roaring down the lanes. "Woah!" Sidney yelped as they swung around a corner, mounting the kerb briefly.
"Fire at the college, science block. Chemicals alight, explosions reported. Us, Blackwall and Chiltern are all in attendance. We're to work on aerial rescues and fire fighting. Chiltern have the HAZMAT truck on the way." His senior replied, arriving at the scene with a squeal of brakes and a final wail of the sirens.
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"Well, well. If it isn't Amelia. You've done well for yourself, haven't you, dear?" James smirked down at the woman, leaning back against the door frame. "I thought you'd have given up on this by now, you know." He coughed, smirking at her. "No Sidney, hm?" He sauntered across the room, sitting on the desk. "You didn't tell me you had a child. OUR child."
Name: James Harrison
Age: 18
Personality: James is a shy young man, one who very rarely communicates with anybody outside of the librarian, Eve, and his family. He loves comic books, manga and other such things, and spends hours reading, writing and drawing whatever comes to mind, or whatever he gets his hands on. His favourite thing to do is relax and draw in the corner of the library, drawing inspiration from both machines and natural forms, mostly trees, flowers and animals. He however, wishes he could have a friend, someone to hand around and relax with, to share his love of art, comics and reading, and to perhaps become as close as can be.
Age: 18
Personality: James is a shy young man, one who very rarely communicates with anybody outside of the librarian, Eve, and his family. He loves comic books, manga and other such things, and spends hours reading, writing and drawing whatever comes to mind, or whatever he gets his hands on. His favourite thing to do is relax and draw in the corner of the library, drawing inspiration from both machines and natural forms, mostly trees, flowers and animals. He however, wishes he could have a friend, someone to hand around and relax with, to share his love of art, comics and reading, and to perhaps become as close as can be.
Bump.
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