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From the diary of Lupricon: Last nights hunt was glorious. The people were running, and the screams would send shivers down my spine, and cause ringing in my ears. When I awoke this very fine morning, I met with Gerald, he told me that he would support my victory, however I must be careful, for if he feels that I am failing in my assassination of our miserable lord then he will step in and finish me, how I do fear him. He has always made me ponder, he surely has enough strength to take on Vivac, our sick lord, and even when Vivac is in his health, he is still is nothing if not scrawny. I frankly cannot wait for the time in which my blade shall pierce his flesh. All that is left to do before my wonderful plan is ready for execution is to convince Vivian to become my mate. Well now, I must take my leave, as it is turning into nightfall and the nightly ritual is about to begin. I shall wright more when I awake in the morning.

Sara sighed a heavy sigh, brought from the boredom of a Tuesday midday shopping slow. While she wasn't exactly thrilled during these times, at least it gave her time to think, the thing she seemed to have less and less time to do as of late. She was a women, true, so you would think her mind would be abuzz with thought, however with everything that could possible go wrong having happened in the last couple of day's, it was hard to do anything but eat, drink, crap, sleep, and do retail work. Frankly, all she wanted to do was get off work, go to a bar after a nice long shower, and find some random bar trash to spend the night with, and leave in the morning. Her mother would disapprove, but then again so would any other bible thumping maniac. Her mother and her hadn't talked in about a month, and any conversation they'd had in the last twelve years had been brief and usually ended up with them saying a false “i love you” and hanging up, or leaving the said building.

Her mother and her had been tight before she had started questioning the almighty word of god. She was about sixteen when her rebellious teenager stage hit, she was a late wilter as her mother called her, and ever sense then she has been the same, no [censored]-goth-dressing-hair-dying-sarcastic [censored]. She quietly mused to herself about her mother when a man walked in, an incredibly pretty man. She hated him from the start, with his gorgeous baby blue eyes' and wonderful body. His hair looked like a radiant halo, floating above his head, yellow and plain golden. Yet she couldn't bring herself to like him, and already knew why. He was shopping in the store where she worked, specifically the underwear store where she worked, and the underwear store didn't exactly fit the needs of what had to be a twenty to twenty five year old unless he happened to be buying something for his sweety, or another women in his life, however that was more disturbing, because it wasn't exactly the type of underwear you would give your mother, or sister, or really anyone who wasn't your sweety. And she knew he wasn't here to see her, so while she racked her brain for another reason to dislike the man, all she could think of was that he was someone else's.

It took him twenty crushingly painstaking minutes to pick out a pair of satin pink panty's with little hearts on the small patch of fur on the very front. The rest was see through. She gritted her teeth as she forced the words “ Will that be all?” in the most polite voice she could possibly manage in her state. “Yes, please” was his curt, and to her seemingly rude and cocky response, however she wrote it off as her imagination. “Would you like a bag, or are you just gonna flaunt your new pair of undy's in everyone's face?” Ugh, the sarcasm in that statement was so heavy she could see, taste, feel, and even smell it. “Umm. Bag please” he managed to spout out from his mouth which was contorted with shock. As hurriedly grabbing his bag and rushing out of the store, she gave him a half smile and gave him once again sarcastically gave him a goodbye. Great Sara, now he'll complain to Lucy and she'll fire you, just what you need right now. A quick gaze up to the clock told her it was time to punch out.

She grabbed her heavy cloak-like jacket, buttoned it up, and put on a a loose cap over her pink pigtails. As she shuffled home she noticed how misreble things were in her neighborhood, there seemed to be more homeless than in the rest of the entire town, and she must have spotted at least three spay cats, and four dogs. She didn't live in the ghetto or anything, it just was a little less suburban than most of the town. She got to the home she shared with her best friend, Jason, it was nice, they painted it blue ,and the neighbors were decent folk, everyone was friends, the inside was nice, not because of her, but Jason was a neat freak, an interesting person, was he. He was what people call a “savant”. He couldn't hold many friendships, or really even a social life, but he could paint, or draw, or do anything art related better than anyone else she had ever even heard of. They were probably great friends because of his “condition”. She wanted someone who wasn't totally warped by the social world, and he wanted a connection with it, that was willing to see his side of things. Plus they made each other laugh, a good and rare thing in both of their lives.

Like almost anyone who has had the same best friend for all their life, or usually even a couple of years, they had their fling, and they had fun with it. They dated for about a year before they had sex, and not because she held out, but because he wouldn't even let her touch him for half that year, just to make sure they were on the same page. When they did start having sex, they got quite competitive, and would do things like bet on who could make the other orgasm first. Scarily he usually won, and while many things about their relationship she missed, that was defiantly the one she missed most. Call her shallow, but she LIKED sex, and pretty much everything about it. Actually she had been having weird dreams of recent about Jason, and was afraid she was developing feelings for him again and was trying to get some space between them. Needless to say, things had been weird between them, which made her feel more relieved when she opened the door and realized that Jason was out. Though it puzzled her, while he did go out every month to give his newest art piece to his gallery, he never goes out besides that, he even has his check given to him in the mail every week. And he shouldn't be there because of two reasons, reason one, it wasn't the appointed day he went out, reason two, his gallery was currently closed.

But, she figured, don't kick a gift horse in the mouth, or a gift timing. She went to the bathroom with a glass of the wine she'd gotten last week and stripped. She bubbled her bath and hopped in, soothing all her aches and pains from her long work day, retail might not seem like a hard job, but its hard standing up all day. She pondered the act of bubbling a bath, honestly it did nothing for her, besides eliminate the need to soap herself, and even then she usually still did that. To late to do anything now she said to herself, and then commenced with putting on a bubble beard, and finishing the last of her wine. After getting out, and looking at herself in the mirror she dried off and got dressed for her night on the town, beginning in the bar, and hopefully ending in some nice looking guy's apartment. She buckled up her long boots, that somehow made her look sexy, not that she wasn't sexy without anything added, but she had a minor self esteem problem. She was all dressed up and ready to go out when she noticed that Jason was still out, and was surprised, It was no boarding on ten. “Well im not his mother, I'm sure he can take care of himself” she mumbled to make herself feel more secure. She walked out the door and decided that if he still wasn't there when she did the walk of shame back to her house tomorrow she would call someone, who exactly she still didn't know.

She started walking in the direction of downtown, deciding to hit FoxTrot bar first, that was usually filled with hunks that had either been recently dumped, or just a bachelor, mostly because of the reputation of the women there, but she had it all planned out, she wouldn't be the usual whore that loitered the skank hole. No, she would play hard to get, and just when the guy was about to give up, bang she would hit him with a suggestive stance, or just a sexy question, like “whose house?” or something, yes it was a bright night she had planned.

Thats all for now, i'll update more probally in about a week or so, ill try to update this amount every week on tuesday, and please, please comment, its the only way ill ever improve :)


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We find this an interesting story at best. We see way too many commas. Use periods more often as it was hard to keep track of which sentence we were on.

In highlight, not a bad story.


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thanks, i will make sure to use more periods, i do this when im just talking too, and when i got about three periods in i kinda just started writing like crazy. =3

also, whos we?


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Umm.. that's how Tetsuya refers to himself. Don't question it, just roll with it.


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He is borg.
Don't worry about it. I'll read the story in the morning. See ya tomorrow =(


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Keldoth Wolfram Dekel wrote:
He is borg.
Don't worry about it. I'll read the story in the morning. See ya tomorrow =(


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Keldoth Wolfram Dekel wrote:
He is borg.


Damn it, we told you before Keldoth. We are not borg. We are Tetsuya. This habit started after listening to some show with a person talking like like this. SO shut up, and leave the Borg out of it.


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OKAY, i have seen too much of this happening on two kinds, if you arent commenting on my story, or keeping small brief messages to me here, to or about my story, then please take it somewhere else, i dont want this to turn into a random thing, its the topic for MY STORY, if you want randomness and stuff, i would suggest the rp boards


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Sorry bout that, but we ain't a robot. Anyway, the story is good. Just make sure it doesn't evolve into something beyond what you have written.


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Tetsuya Kintame wrote:
Sorry bout that, but I ain't a robot. Anyway, the story is good. Just make sure it doesn't evolve into something beyond what you have written.


*blows out of proportion*


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FoobyKamikaze wrote:
Tetsuya Kintame wrote:
Sorry bout that, but I ain't a robot. Anyway, the story is good. Just make sure it doesn't evolve into something beyond what you have written.


*blows out of proportion*


i dont understand what you mean by this, please explain.

EDIT: I just want everyone who will actually read all my parts, this isn't just some story about a chick named Sara, im actually doing (some monster here) kinda story, i wont describe right now, but just so you know, thats were im headed. i might make just real life story's later, but right now, this is what i want to right, and yeah, ill tune in next tuesday, if everything goes well.


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FoobyKamikaze wrote:
Tetsuya Kintame wrote:
Sorry bout that, but I ain't a robot. Anyway, the story is good. Just make sure it doesn't evolve into something beyond what you have written.


*blows out of proportion*



Whooops, :oops: We are sorry about that. That completely slipped past us.


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Hey everyone, its Tuesday again, and while i haven't gotten many views, or even any [censored] comments, i like to think that I'm actually like god on here with my amazing writing skills ( thats a joke for all you retards out there that think I'm being serious ) and while last week i had a reason for not having posted, i don't right now, besides that i was kinda busy all day, but ill post tomorrow, anyway, cya.


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When she arrived at the FoxTrot bar, she looked in to find a disappointing number of people there. With a total of five other people, not counting the bartender, she realized that if she was going to find a man, she would need to make the trek to another club. “Well, I already came here, might as well get a drink before I leave.” She muttered to herself disappointed. She strolled over to the bar tender that had his faced buried in a heavily stained beer glass. The weird think was that it looked like it was stained with red wine. She stopped noting things and decided to just order and get the hell out of this putrid rot hole of a bar.
“Hey, barslave, I’ll take an apple tinny please, and where’s your phone, I’m gonna need a cab to get me to a better joint.” She said, if nothing else than with a tone that seemed like she knew and deeply hated the man. When he looked up she almost fell on her feet. He was gorgeous beyond belief. His facial features had been hidden by his well groomed glossy black hair that stopped mid-neck. Their eyes met, and she couldn’t move, they were the most beautiful eye’s she had ever seen, they were green on the inside, and then turned gray on the outside, the mix flustered her so much, she felt as though her cheeks were bleeding. After the stare (which seemed like it must have been at least five minutes long to her) she quickly glanced away.
“Or, miss, you could take the tinny I’m about to give you and order a couple of more while you wait for my shift to end?” he said, with the kind of cool voice that made your skin shiver with delight. Was this an offer? Was she actually getting an offer from this raging stallion, who must have been able to go to a bar himself after his shift and picked up someone defiantly better looking than her. She decided she would take it before he changed his mind, and blurted an “O...Ok…Okay” before turning her head up to look at his cheek ( she dare not look him in the eye again ) and it was all she could do to not mount him, right then and there.
He gave her her apple tinny and she sat down and took a measly sip. It was refreshing, it must have been the best damn thing she ever tasted, and as soon as the heavenly alcohol touched her lips, she started moving the glass again. She drained the first tinny, and the second, took her time with the third, and by the time she finished her fourth, he walked over to her, leather jacket in hand, and walked her to what she presumed was his apartment.
It wasn’t far away, maybe half a mile, but she was wobbly, making it take like half an hour to get there. The conversation on the way was fairly one sided, she talked, no, ranted about her life. She occasionally asked him a question, and all his answer’s seemed the same, it all was a more complex form of it’s complicated. When they reached the house she almost fell on her [censored]. It was huge, not anything close to the kind of huge you get when your famous, no, more like the kind of huge you get when your president. She had driven by the house a couple of times, but never thought it was owned by a bartender. She couldn’t help but ask why he had this house; his reply was as short and to the point as ever. “Inheritance.”
She was sat down on one of his couches in his living room while he went and made her some coffee. She sat down and reviewed everything that had happened in the last two hours, or so she guessed two hours, and blushed out of embarrassment when she realized that she had never even asked the man his name. Just as she realized that he came in with two steaming mugs of coffee and handed the bigger one to her.

DUH DUH DUH, WHATS GONNA HAPPEN NEXT…ARE SEX’S GONNA HAPPEN, TUNE IN NEXT WEEK TO FIND OUT, it’s not as large as I said, but I’m tired, so go eff yourself.


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YAY i haven't updated....well been busy with school all, might update in a little bit....for like, the one person who reads this ^.^...anyway ill cya all, for all the people who do read this RECRUIT MORE READERZZ DAMMIT.


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