Alrighty.
I will write an articulo not focused on war becuase of the reciente uproars about the psycopathy of some.
Heh, psycopathy...
ON TO THE STORY.
***
A man in a very nice tuxedo drove his car into a garage.
Now, to be clear, this was no ordinary man, tuxedo, o car.
This was Mr. Traesly, in a Derrek Mortuary tuxedo, driving a Derrek Mortuary coche fúnebre into the garaje of the Derrek Mortuary Home.
I want to make it very clear this man was virtually owned por this company.
He parked and shut off the hearse, climbing out and typing a code onto a panel-
-Opening a hatch beneath the coche fúnebre and reaching into it a steely arm, which grabbed the casket and removed it to the underground of the facility.
His job done, Mr. Traesly trodded off to wherever hearse-drivers go when their día is done.
Most likely the pub, which wasn't agreeable to his employer.
"Package received," announced the automation of Baeson's mortuary labratory, gently facilitating the descent of the corpse to the operation table.
"Thank you, Necro," responded Baeson, pulling out the pocket drive that contained all the nessacary information on the body.
"Necro?" asked Baeson, cargando... the drive into a slot. "Did the family sign the waiver?"
Necro whirred for a moment, accessing its RAM for the information. "Yes, sir," it said. "Full permission, even for fillings."
"You know I don't take filings, Necro," replied Baeson, bringing out two tongs and grabbing a rather fine watch and dropping it on a measuring plate. ".009 pure Kastorium. This lady was loaded."
Necro finally opened her file, saying, "Her family chose the full package. Even an ivory casket was selected. Very expensive."
"For them," Baeson responded, pulling off a collar that would weigh .01 in Diamondpence and a bracelet with charms that weighed .003 in Kastorium.
Necro whirred for a bit, then asked, "Sir, should I prepare and dress the body?"
Baeson merely nodded and took the jewlery to be sanatized in a heated alcohol solution.
I will write an articulo not focused on war becuase of the reciente uproars about the psycopathy of some.
Heh, psycopathy...
ON TO THE STORY.
***
A man in a very nice tuxedo drove his car into a garage.
Now, to be clear, this was no ordinary man, tuxedo, o car.
This was Mr. Traesly, in a Derrek Mortuary tuxedo, driving a Derrek Mortuary coche fúnebre into the garaje of the Derrek Mortuary Home.
I want to make it very clear this man was virtually owned por this company.
He parked and shut off the hearse, climbing out and typing a code onto a panel-
-Opening a hatch beneath the coche fúnebre and reaching into it a steely arm, which grabbed the casket and removed it to the underground of the facility.
His job done, Mr. Traesly trodded off to wherever hearse-drivers go when their día is done.
Most likely the pub, which wasn't agreeable to his employer.
"Package received," announced the automation of Baeson's mortuary labratory, gently facilitating the descent of the corpse to the operation table.
"Thank you, Necro," responded Baeson, pulling out the pocket drive that contained all the nessacary information on the body.
"Necro?" asked Baeson, cargando... the drive into a slot. "Did the family sign the waiver?"
Necro whirred for a moment, accessing its RAM for the information. "Yes, sir," it said. "Full permission, even for fillings."
"You know I don't take filings, Necro," replied Baeson, bringing out two tongs and grabbing a rather fine watch and dropping it on a measuring plate. ".009 pure Kastorium. This lady was loaded."
Necro finally opened her file, saying, "Her family chose the full package. Even an ivory casket was selected. Very expensive."
"For them," Baeson responded, pulling off a collar that would weigh .01 in Diamondpence and a bracelet with charms that weighed .003 in Kastorium.
Necro whirred for a bit, then asked, "Sir, should I prepare and dress the body?"
Baeson merely nodded and took the jewlery to be sanatized in a heated alcohol solution.
Name: Aurora Centauri
Age: Currently 16
Personality: Competitive. The rest are for tu to find out.
Status: Single
Race: zorro, fox (forgot her tail...)
Family: Unknown
Occupation: Hero...ine
Friends: Need to RP for her friends.
Enemies: Need to RP for her enemies.
Her Name is based off of a estrella I know of. It's called Alpha Centauri. Lawl, cool, right?
If tu wanna role-play, send me a message. She needs some friends and enemies....
BIO: Aurora isn't from the planet Mobius. She comes from a different planet called Solaris. Her inicial planet is infected with a plague and the Solarians need to rely on her. The plague started when she was little. Her family lost her when she was young, but that doesn't ruin her life. She is satisfied with all the remaining Solarians and she considers all of them her family. Aurora can phase for a short period of time and her main power is currently unknown.
Age: Currently 16
Personality: Competitive. The rest are for tu to find out.
Status: Single
Race: zorro, fox (forgot her tail...)
Family: Unknown
Occupation: Hero...ine
Friends: Need to RP for her friends.
Enemies: Need to RP for her enemies.
Her Name is based off of a estrella I know of. It's called Alpha Centauri. Lawl, cool, right?
If tu wanna role-play, send me a message. She needs some friends and enemies....
BIO: Aurora isn't from the planet Mobius. She comes from a different planet called Solaris. Her inicial planet is infected with a plague and the Solarians need to rely on her. The plague started when she was little. Her family lost her when she was young, but that doesn't ruin her life. She is satisfied with all the remaining Solarians and she considers all of them her family. Aurora can phase for a short period of time and her main power is currently unknown.
Name: Tyler Andrew oro
Nickname: halcón the Vamphog
Attire: Black, blue, and red sneakers
pelaje, piel Color: oro and brown
Eye Color: Green
Bio: When halcón was young, he was turned into a vamphog. The reason he became a vamphog was his father came inicial from work with some sort of chemical. When his father wasn't looking, he took it, and accidentally broke the bottle it was in. The chemical got all over his fur. Once his parents realized, it was too late. It got into his blood stream and made him a vamphog.
Nickname: halcón the Vamphog
Attire: Black, blue, and red sneakers
pelaje, piel Color: oro and brown
Eye Color: Green
Bio: When halcón was young, he was turned into a vamphog. The reason he became a vamphog was his father came inicial from work with some sort of chemical. When his father wasn't looking, he took it, and accidentally broke the bottle it was in. The chemical got all over his fur. Once his parents realized, it was too late. It got into his blood stream and made him a vamphog.
I've never been used to death...
Tension in the workplace, a jealous ex-boyfriend...
All I have to do is to piece together the evidence and finally close the case file...
But what's bothering me?
I know I'm missing something! There's something else here!
There's a strange fluid in her lungs...I don't buy the claim that she died in the tub.
The stage was set...
...the poor girl was murdered...
[AUTHOR NOTE: Hello everyone! I am going to be escritura a new story and I would like to know if I should continue o abort the idea. So please critique and tell me what tu think. I appreciate it. :) ~Juli]
Tension in the workplace, a jealous ex-boyfriend...
All I have to do is to piece together the evidence and finally close the case file...
But what's bothering me?
I know I'm missing something! There's something else here!
There's a strange fluid in her lungs...I don't buy the claim that she died in the tub.
The stage was set...
...the poor girl was murdered...
[AUTHOR NOTE: Hello everyone! I am going to be escritura a new story and I would like to know if I should continue o abort the idea. So please critique and tell me what tu think. I appreciate it. :) ~Juli]
G-Sil was chokeing Silhouette, holding her above a pond. Shock, V2, Claws, Prime, and Rico stood about 5 feet from them. One step closer, and G-Sil could've dropped Silhouette into the pond. Silhouette was bleeding oil, which made it look más disgusting than blood. Her oxygen supply was running low, and she could barely move. Her ears were releasing smoke. And her eyes looked red and tired. It was like her own personal hell. The sky was red and cloudy. The sounds of sirens filled the air. But I'm starting at the ending, let's start at the beginning, shall we.........?
Stay tuned for part 2!!!!!!!
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Stay tuned for part 2!!!!!!!
(FC's belong to original owners!)
~Have a good Christmas, everybody!
(To the tune of "Jingle Bells")
Madjin: *wearing a Santa Claus hat*
Drexel: *Holding a present*
Chris: *wearing a estrella on his nose and covered in clorful lights*
Madjin: Chris is such a hoe.
Chris: Well, Madjin is so gay!
Drexel: And I think tu all should know... Madjin's too scared to pray!
Chris & Madjin: HA HA HA!
Madjin: * frustrated* I'm not gonna say one thing.
Drexel: Are tu also scared of the light?
Madjin: I don't think tu should say that if tu want to live tonight!
Chris: OOOOHH, You're life fails!
Drexel: Yes, he fails!
Madjin: I've had enough today!
Drexel: But It's fun to tease tu so... Will I listen? Naaaaayyy!!
(To the tune of "Jingle Bells")
Madjin: *wearing a Santa Claus hat*
Drexel: *Holding a present*
Chris: *wearing a estrella on his nose and covered in clorful lights*
Madjin: Chris is such a hoe.
Chris: Well, Madjin is so gay!
Drexel: And I think tu all should know... Madjin's too scared to pray!
Chris & Madjin: HA HA HA!
Madjin: * frustrated* I'm not gonna say one thing.
Drexel: Are tu also scared of the light?
Madjin: I don't think tu should say that if tu want to live tonight!
Chris: OOOOHH, You're life fails!
Drexel: Yes, he fails!
Madjin: I've had enough today!
Drexel: But It's fun to tease tu so... Will I listen? Naaaaayyy!!
An early interpratation of Chris.
