мα∂ ʟαв ƨcιεɴcεƨ [Part 2, Thread One]

[Emo Wolf]

alex looked over at her and smield "i knoticed"

[Todd.]

((yeeeeeeeeeeees lol))

[Emo Wolf]

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

[wajas]

Treacy giggled, "Yeah...." she then looked up to Alex, or down in this case, her blue eyes like pools of water against her black fur. She put a hand out, and showed Alex her drawing.
(see the couple previous pages to see what the drawing looks like)

[Emo Wolf]

alex looked over at the drawing and msiled "pretty. i dont draw... i fight"

[pidgey]

Edwin sighed and pulled up his bandages to look at the long nasty cut going up his stomach. He was disturbed by it but that only made him want to try and feel it more... He wanted to see what it felt like since he otherwise couldn't feel it there. He was just scared he'd tear the stitches.

[wajas]

Treacy nodded, "Thanks. Why do you fight? Do you like it?" she asked, going to the bars that separated them, and sitting against it.

[Emo Wolf]

alex smiled "i like to fight.... its fun and bloody and... just awsome!" she smiedl

[wajas]

Treacy nods, "I like it...but I feel bad afterwards," she frowned.

[khaleesi,]

-Rags pulled Dylan out of the cage. Dylan fussed a little. Rags sedated her and dragged her to her testing table. Rags strapped Dylan to the table. She dropped her contraction on her arm. It sizzled through and left her bleeding- "Good now if you are bad I just throw some of this on you" -Rags threw Dylan back in her cage-

-Dylan struggled. She looked at Summer just as Rags sedated her. She slept through the whole testing. She woke up in her cage. Her arm bloody.- "God that hurts" -She ripped some of her shirt and wrapped it around her arm- "I hate her. She is the reason my blonde hair is no longer existent. Her hair matches her pink shoes" -She winced. her arm hurt-

-Rags came back and dressed her arm. Then left-