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Post by wolfofthewoods on Feb 21, 2004 3:11:40 GMT -5
((Whooooot. XD))
The western horizon darkens, once-tropical air chilling drastically. A shiver creeps down my spine. I turn on a sandalled heel, gesturing towards my cabin.
"Anyone want to go inside? We could all sit on the bed and talk about the n00bish things we did at the forum." A grin makes its way swiftly and surely to my face, giving off a fraudulent sense of confidence. "I brought my journal-- 'figured I could maybe get you all to write something in it. One second, though. I'm just going to quickly change clothes."
Feet smacking the deck floor, I ventured through my cabin door. There, lay a great duffle bag, in utter disorder. Smushing my things back inside it, I begin to dig for my pleated black skirt. Retrieving it, and briskly slipping it on, I suddenly feel like a teenager again.
Swinging my hips delightedly, I hurry back to the deck.
"Who has the biggest room? Put down your instruments, and let's get inside it. Someone must have a stereo-- we'll crank up some good ole' nostalgic tunes, and eat popcorn. I have a feeling we'll get a couple laughs out of tonight."
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Post by Chris on Feb 21, 2004 12:58:23 GMT -5
((*is stupidly waiting for Yugo to reply* ))
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Post by Eggz on Apr 25, 2004 14:10:22 GMT -5
What th- This thing still exist?? I'm 27 now! *is too busy to come back probably:P*
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Post by Chris on Apr 25, 2004 18:58:06 GMT -5
Creepy idn't it?
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Post by Chris on Apr 25, 2004 19:00:44 GMT -5
Chris just walkes down the hall and sets the carpet on fire just for the HEll of it. The black smoke floats to the upper floors. "FUN!"
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Post by ashketchum173175 on Nov 2, 2004 23:01:24 GMT -5
(This looks like fun, so I apologize for reviving it. ...DON'T HURT MEEEE! OH NO! PLEASE! ANYTHING BUT THE RABID MINI-MODS! NOOOOOO! *gory, disgusting noises*)
Name: Z.C. Andrews (it's all "I wishes", right?)
Gender: Male
Appearence: Brown hair, brown eyes, yellow baseball cap (worn backwards), dark blue vest, light yellow shirt, dark blue shorts.
Occupation: World-renowned architect and not-so-renowned video game designer (only one created as of yet, though)
Lives in: Minneapolis, Minnesota ~~~
A 29-year old young man is on deck arguing with a member of the crew. "What do you mean? I paid for the suite six weeks in advance!" The crewman skims down the list. "My apologies, sir. Suite 317, C Deck." Happily taking the key, the young man hefts his two suitcases and, shifting his backpaack, marches off to find a cart or something that can take him up to his suite. "Man, it's been so long since I talked with the NTWFers," he says out loud, with no one nearby seeming to notice.
(Hehe, I actually plan on naming my construstion company "Andrews Architecture". I may even change my name. Just on ads, mind you)
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Post by lemmykoopa300 on Nov 9, 2004 16:19:54 GMT -5
((AW, HECK! Let's revive it!)) Name: Lemita Koopa ((Real name STILL not revealed)) Gender: Female Age: 26 Occupation: 7th grade teacher, trying to get a novel published Location: New York Appearence: Auburn hair in a ponytail, jeans, "Stoneman3x Rabid Fangirl" t-shirt (reviving the old days! )), Contacts, black sandals. ------------------------------------------------------------------- Kicking back on the deck, I, Lemita Koopa read an old issue of the 'Times. The first issue I appeared in. I looked up, to see a tall boy with dark hair and a pair of lucky green boots. "Wow," I said. "I haven't spoken to you for ages! Stone?!" I waited for an answer. "Stone?" Still no answer. A passer by looked at me and said, "You do realize that you're speaking to a statue?" It was AK. The color drained from my face. "Oh yeah... he disapeared 15 years ago..."
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Post by Chris on Nov 11, 2004 5:27:47 GMT -5
The ship pulls out of the dock. In the middle of the night the ship stops. Chris wakes up and walks along the top deck. "Where the hell is everyone?"
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Post by ashketchum173175 on Nov 12, 2004 16:16:05 GMT -5
"AK? Oh, duh." The man slapped his forehead. "Me. Oh well, you can call me that. It'll eliminate some of the confusion, anyways." One of the paper bags broke, dropping a bunch of Gamecube equipment onto the floor. AK groaned. "Just perfect." He began gathering up the stuff, wondering how much farther it was to his suite.
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Post by Chris on Nov 14, 2004 2:42:02 GMT -5
"Oh... Hi.. I am Chris..." Chris says.
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Post by lemmykoopa300 on Nov 21, 2004 8:41:07 GMT -5
"AK? Oh, duh." The man slapped his forehead. "Me. Oh well, you can call me that. It'll eliminate some of the confusion, anyways." One of the paper bags broke, dropping a bunch of Gamecube equipment onto the floor. AK groaned. "Just perfect." He began gathering up the stuff, wondering how much farther it was to his suite. I giggled. "Ah, Gamecube. Much memories from when I was 12 or so..." I looked at him and smiled. "My favorite games were Sonic Adventure 2 Battle and Super Smash Bros. Melee. Good times..."
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Post by irishdragonlord on Nov 21, 2004 11:14:32 GMT -5
Whoo! Looks like fun ^-^ Name: B. D. Lord (pfft! Real name! As if! XP But you have my first initial ) Gender: Male Age: 29 Occupation: Writer, has published 20 novels so far, of repsectable fame. (I.E. Not exactly a Tolkien, but along the lines of Robert Jordan ) Appearane: Curly brown hair, brown eyes, slightly tall (wishes XD), wearing brown climber pants and a green-t-shirt, has a necklace with the Celtic symbol of eternity on it. That's it. Lives in: County Cork, Ireland. Has a home in Massachusetts as well. *** I sit on board, absorbed in a book. I'm looking for some inspiration; that and I'm stuck in the story. I hear someone mention something about the NTWF and look up. Who knew about the NT? Was it someone I remembered? It was a man's voice and I see him talking to a woman about 10 feet away. I watch them quietly, hoping for a hint of a name. I heard the letters "AK." "AK?" I blurt out. Blech. The two of them look at me. No way they'll remember me, but what the heck? "Do the letters IDL mean anything to you? Just a question," I amended. This was getting embarrassing.
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Post by Chris on Nov 22, 2004 2:13:09 GMT -5
Chris turns. "IDL.." The letters echo in his head. "Irish Dragon Lord?" Chris says blankly from across the room.
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Post by irishdragonlord on Nov 22, 2004 15:13:03 GMT -5
Chris turns. "IDL.." The letters echo in his head. "Irish Dragon Lord?" Chris says blankly from across the room. I smile. So I'm gone, but not forgotten. "Nice to know someone remembers me," I say, shutting the book and mentally storing away the page. "And you are?"
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Post by Chris on Nov 22, 2004 15:20:19 GMT -5
Chris walks toward him. "I'm Chris."
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