Post by Desdemona on Nov 26, 2006 19:59:01 GMT -5
Put this into a role play format!!
The Feminist Daray says:
The truck was old and abandoned again, the guns and accessories taken. A path had been left leading away from the truck, towards the old Rose Bridge. In town, and the neighbooring towns, there had been reports of stolen food or coin. No one knew the culprit, but blamed Janner. Most towns were poor now, striving for what they had. Those that were high classed were now middle classed but still
That strange person in the corner counting down the days until the Wii comes out says:
((I drew this: artpad.art.com/?j9d5f214w5lw ^^))
The Feminist Daray says:
richer than everyone else. The Rose Bridge was in need of repair, like everything else. Snow blanketed the ground very lightly, not enough to pack a snowball with. Footprints were lazily left, going under the bridge, near its icy cold flowing stream. In the shadows lurked the culprit, ashamed that she had to stoop so low just to survive and keep her energy up. She'd been hunting, of course. What
The Feminist Daray says:
else would she do with these large guns on her person? She mainly ate deer, as she used to before she joined hte army then had risen above that, eating with Des and her family. Now she was back to a low little picpocket that she had been and is today... Except with guns on her side.
The Feminist Daray says:
The truck was old and abandoned again, the guns and accessories taken. A path had been left leading away from the truck, towards the old Rose Bridge. In town, and the neighbooring towns, there had been reports of stolen food or coin. No one knew the culprit, but blamed Janner. Most towns were poor now, striving for what they had. Those that were high classed were now middle classed but still
That strange person in the corner counting down the days until the Wii comes out says:
((I drew this: artpad.art.com/?j9d5f214w5lw ^^))
The Feminist Daray says:
richer than everyone else. The Rose Bridge was in need of repair, like everything else. Snow blanketed the ground very lightly, not enough to pack a snowball with. Footprints were lazily left, going under the bridge, near its icy cold flowing stream. In the shadows lurked the culprit, ashamed that she had to stoop so low just to survive and keep her energy up. She'd been hunting, of course. What
The Feminist Daray says:
else would she do with these large guns on her person? She mainly ate deer, as she used to before she joined hte army then had risen above that, eating with Des and her family. Now she was back to a low little picpocket that she had been and is today... Except with guns on her side.
