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Post by supermassive on Aug 24, 2006 7:41:20 GMT
Kevin Zegers
Celebrity I use, can't spell his last name by memorization, lol! - now i'll make a point to -
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Post by Miranda Wick on Aug 24, 2006 7:51:32 GMT
Quittich.
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Post by socks on Aug 25, 2006 9:00:57 GMT
...Wonderful
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Post by Miranda Wick on Aug 25, 2006 17:46:43 GMT
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Post by dreamboat on Aug 30, 2006 20:52:03 GMT
/join #PotterRolePlay
.. at least it on the topic of hp..
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Post by Girty Hubbles on Sept 13, 2006 20:54:44 GMT
bobbin bouncy ball
erm...sorry Robyn......
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Post by roz on Sept 13, 2006 21:04:54 GMT
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heehee.... I dunno... but its PURTY! well it WAS pretty... and it was also a heart at one time... but damn myspace!
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Post by roz on Sept 18, 2006 18:38:25 GMT
She paced around the dressing room, constantly eying the clock that hung about the door. The clocked showed 5:15 p.m. and Kiari grew anxious.
“Fifteen minutes,” she said, fixing her leotard, “fifteen more minutes ‘til I’m on and they’re still not here. What could be keeping them?” She asked her reflection in the mirror. “Dad promised he’d be here and mom hasn’t missed a performance yet. Where could they be?”
There was a knock at the door and Kiari turned around with a smile. A mousey looking redhead walked in and Kiari’s smile faded.
“Oh hey, Alessa, come to wish me luck?” Kiari asked, giving her best friend a hug.
“No. I came here to tell you to break a leg, silly.” Alessa replied, looking around the dressing room. “Where are the ‘rents?” she asked, tucking a strand of curly hair behind her ear.
“I dunno, they said they’d be here but…” Kiari sighed.
“Then don’t worry, they’ll be here,” Alessa reassured her friend with a smile. “I’m sure they’re out in the audience right now. You just concentrate on your dancing, ok?”
Kiari nodded as Alessa opened the door. They walked to the side of the stage and watched another young girl dance. Kiari glanced out at the crowd as the girl finished her performance. She turned and faced Alessa as the applause echoed throughout the audience.
“I don’t see them, Alessa,” Kiari said nervously.
“I’m sure they’re out there, its just dark. It’s probably just the lighting. Now break a leg.” Alessa said excitedly, walking away.
Kiari took a deep breath and walked out onto the stage. She began to dance as the music started; leaping, spinning, writing poetry with her body. All her hard work and extra practices had paid off but as she skimmed the crowd before her, she still saw no sight of her parents, not even a glimpse of her mother’s golden blonde hair.
The music had finally come to a stop, signaling the end of her performance. She smiled as the applause once again filled the room. Kiari gracefully curtsied and exited the stage. Ignoring the congratulations and praises from the other dancers, she angrily made her way back to her dressing room, cursing her family under her breath.
“I can’t believe them,” she said hotly to Alessa, who was sitting on the chair with her head down, “They didn’t show! What crap is that?”
“Kiari,” Alessa started, “I’ve got to tell you something.”
Kiari looked at her in the mirror. “Ok, what is it?”
Alessa stood up and turned on the T.V. She switched to the news and there on the screen was a blown up picture of Kiari’s parents. Kiari spun around and looked at the screen, her face flushed.
“Turn that up,” Kiari said softly. “Turn it up, turn it up!” She said much louder.
Alessa turned the volume up and stared at the ground, avoiding eye contact with Kiari. The news anchor came back on.
“According to sources, Detective James Kenton and his wife, Marissa, were on their way to their daughter’s ballet recital when their car lost control and rolled off the bridge. Kenton and his wife were killed instantly.” The woman reported, tapping her papers on the desk in front of her, “Now Rick with the weather. Rick?”
Kiari stared at the T.V., tears filling her eyes. Alessa stood up and turned it off, still avoiding eye contact.
“It isn’t true,” Kiari said, tears rolling down her cheek, “It can’t be. Please tell me it isn’t, Alessa.”
Alessa opened her mouth to speak when a knock at the door interrupted her. Kiari’s ballet teacher walked in, followed by a young policeman. Alessa started crying and ran out of the room.
Kiari looked at her teacher in disbelief and stared at the ground, her face pale as death, eyes tear stained. Mrs. Ulna wrapped her arms around Kiari as the young girl burst into sobs, shaking her head. Kiari was alone.
OH wow... I SO wrote that story for Creative Writing!! I'M LOVING IT! lmao
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Post by Dr. Bunchington on Sept 18, 2006 19:14:46 GMT
Dark Trails Tell of Dark Tales
ooh, i accidentally deleted the subject of a reply i was making... have a look at the thread... its going to be my big finale... (i will return however as a new character...)
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Post by The Sorting Hat on Oct 25, 2006 12:32:10 GMT
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Ooh. How very fun. -Rolls eyes-
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Post by Thom Moen on Oct 25, 2006 13:00:47 GMT
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Post by The Sorting Hat on Oct 25, 2006 13:15:53 GMT
(( Halloween Heebie Jeebie! I was thinking of going to that! If I can get Matt and Patrick (and others) to come along, I'll be going too, haha! ))
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Post by Thom Moen on Oct 25, 2006 18:23:32 GMT
lol im going with rudy, imi and i think liz if she ever comes online so i can ask her. am pissed tho.  the good thing is at shugborough hall, and only one of my stinkin friends can go cos all the others are either skint or have to be up early - YES AM TALKIN TO YOU IMI!!!! ;-; you dont know my pain... |
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Post by Illyana Deitrich on Oct 26, 2006 22:59:47 GMT
I'M UP FOR THAT GAIL. oops, caps lock...
oh shizer (sp? german peeps)
my myspace, how dweebish of me.
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Post by Henry Boggleworth on Oct 27, 2006 9:07:41 GMT
Me too of course! Heebie Jeebie! whoo.
Remember Patrick... dweebs rule!!!
Gotta love your myspace Patrick especially the song! woohooo!!!
though you're gonna have modify something, crazy dancing! I'm the master, king of the dancefloor and you know it. There's no escape gotta keep dancing!
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the good thing is at shugborough hall, and only one of my stinkin friends can go cos all the others are either skint or have to be up early - YES AM TALKIN TO YOU IMI!!!! ;-; you dont know my pain...
