by chescab » Sat Apr 05, 2014 10:36 am
Username;
chescab
Name;
Amelia Claire Oswald, there is a good reason for her name. You see when I saw her I thought of her watching the famous T.V show DR Who. In this T.V show the Doctor has different companions throughout time one of which is Amelia Pond and a later one named Clara Oswin Oswald. So I named her Amelia after Amy, Claire because it sounded nice, and Oswald after Clara.
Gender;
female
Short story [500 Words max];
Doodle/Sketch of Him/her;
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by Leafe » Sun Apr 06, 2014 10:41 pm
Username;
Leafe,ahoi c:
Name;
Jo
Gender;
male
Short story ;
Jo went to school.
He had scarf and his glassed on.
In his class , the others shouted:"YOU HIPSTER!"
Jo:"I'm not a hipster,pff"
After school his parents shouted:"YOU HIPSER"
Jo:"I'm NOT a hipster.
But now he can see....
he is a hipster.
I am a hipster
you are a hipster
hipster EVERYWHERE
this is so retro :b
too mainstream u-u
hipster Jo is here.
Sketch of Him:
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by Pachoopi » Fri Apr 11, 2014 3:03 am
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• Username; Pachoofoosh
• Name; Joel
• Gender; Male
• Short story [WIP, needs to include bonus cookie and a duckling];
Joel groaned as he forced his paw onto his nightstand, hitting precisely onto his target - the snooze button on his obnoxiously loud alarm clock. As soon as the beeping stopped, he let himself fall back asleep and everything went black yet again.
Some time later, faint streams of light fluttered through the shades on the windows surrounding the room, providing just enough light to annoy the heck out of Joel.
"Eugh, what time is it...?" He groaned as he forced himself up and off the bed, slipping on his vintage fuzzy slippers as his feet hit the floor.
Rubbing the exhaustion out of his eyes, Joel glanced curiously over at his clock. As he saw the time, a look of pure horror shot onto his face.
7:45 am.
"Oh, crud! School starts in 15 minutes!" He promptly jumped away from his bed, rushing for the bathroom.
Upon reaching his destination, he slathered sink water on his face and hands in an attempt to make himself appear presentable. With a few rushed yet astonishingly appreciative glances towards his reflection in the mirror, he hurried away from the bathroom and towards the front door.
"Gotta get my gear," He whispered as he grabbed his trusty green scarf and glasses off of a stand by the door.
With a final shout of goodbye to his mother, Joel rushed out the door, his paws skidding along the sidewalk as he ran. Gotta go fast, he thought to himself. Minutes later, he had arrived at the school. Exhaustion from the morning tugged at his paws, yet he pushed on with all his strength. If he was going to get there, then by george would he make an entrance.
"Yes!" He shouted, increasing his pace to make his signature, exciting entrance to the school via bursting the door open.
He leaped forward, claws outstretched towards the doors of the school. As each claw met its mark with the doors, something instantly began to feel strange. The doors weren't budging. Unfortunately, by the time Joel had realized this, it was too late. He came barreling onto the locked doors face-first, and recoiled back almost a foot. He sat in place for several minutes, dazed and shocked that his plan of attack had failed so miserably.
Why are the doors locked...? he thought as he glanced around, desperately hoping that no one had seen the incident.
Suddenly, it struck him.
It's a Saturday.
He sat there, a wide-eyed and embarrassed expression across his face. After he had regained his ability to think properly, he turned and headed off back home. Upon arriving, he was greeted by the worried shouts of his mother.
"Where have you been??" She shouted at him, and he laughed a bit to himself and nervously walked back to his room. No one needs to know of this. he thought with utmost assurance.
• Doodle/Sketch of Him; wip
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Pachoopi on Fri Apr 18, 2014 7:33 am, edited 9 times in total.
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