Lana?
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Thread Topic: Lana?
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Soap? :3
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c: Where there is love, I'll be there~.
Replace love with 'soap' and that's my life. xD
Just in case I'm not being straightforward, I mean YES. ;P -
Yay! ^o^
What type? I have a rough romance/action plot that I thought up of. -
:o Let's hear it!
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Alright, so there are these two people, who come from completely different worlds. One is rich, one is...average. And they are forced to team up together when they're both being hunted [insert something bad here]. They eventually start to have feelings for each other, but try to force the feelings away.
Thoughts? -
:3 I like~.
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^o^ Who would you like to be?
Rich boy?
Rich girl?
Poor boy?
Poor girl? -
:3 Poor boy, please.
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Ah yes, poor boys are always cute. :3
Charries? -
Name: Ace
Age: 17
Other: Poor, has little to none to his name. Tough around the edges, but actually sweet and thoughtful. He doesn't trust anyone but himself.
Just curious... What did you mean by '[insert something bad here]'? -
Name: Angel
Age: 18
Other: Has a rich daddy, gets everything she wants. To many's surprise, is sweet and kind, but can be a snob sometimes. Witnessed her mother murdered at a young age, appears happy but is really depressed inside.
Um, I didn't know what could chase them, so I thought we could make it up as we go along. :3 -
Oh, and not it. :P
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Got it. :3 I have a few tricks up my sleeve... Hehe.
Ace ducked into an abandoned gas station, taking a few quick glances around him to make sure he wasn't being followed. Life had been a b---- recently, leaving him to live out on the streets. The pendant still hung from his neck, swinging underneath his sweatshirt as he plodded along over rotting cardboard and old broken shelves. He'd used to live with his brother, but he had been killed about a year before now, leaving Ace, at only seventeen years old, left to fend for himself. Through this short period of time, he had learned to never trust another, no matter how convincing they might be. Secrets were only safe if kept hidden, he had resolved. A pair of headlights drove down the street. He froze just inside the doorway, peering around the empty frame. His bright blue eyes gleamed in the moonlight. -
I sat alone in my large room in our house, petting my soft kitten as I stared out the window, remembering happier times. Times when my mother was alive, after witnessing her death at the age of six, I never felt true joy much after that. Sure, I was rich, I got almost everything I wanted, but I missed my mother, she was the only one who I could talk to, who helped me through things. My father was always working, or at parties getting piss drunk when he wasn't. I scowled at the thought, he became an alcoholic a year after mom's death.
People always told me how lucky I was, no rules, everything I wanted, but they don't know the truth. How much pain I feel, having to force every smile and every laugh. Having to act as though everything is alright, that life is prefect. I'd give anything for my life to be the way it was before. -
Going to switch to first person. :3
I waited until the headlights passed before letting out a breath. I tried to remember the days when I could at least afford a ramen noodle... Did those days ever really exist? No, I thought, [/i] They never did.[/i] I couldn't help but think of those idiots up in the Highlands in their over secured MacMansions and plethora of money. They made me sick. So ungrateful, so vain... I shook my head, repulsed by the thought of them. It was better off this way; I was better off this way. I'd rather be worth nothing more than dirt than become one of those inhuman things.
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