dark dreamers *need peoples*

[DeathAngel]

(Yeah, yours does that too...but have you managed to guess at what time zone she lives in, because it doesn't make much sense for someone to be online at 3 in the morning on a school night you know what I mean? she must live somewhere in London or some other country besides the U.S.)

[julie-chan]

(idk, but i used to live in japan, so yeah, i get it.)

[DeathAngel]

(Wow, Japan, that's incredible!!!)

[julie-chan]

( (*.*)'' lol... thanks?)

[DeathAngel]

(You're welcome, being American I haven't seen anything but McDonald's and roadkill XD)

[julie-chan]

(...)
(... I'm american too... *ROFL* my dad was stationed there for two and a half years. I'm american too.)

(*sigh* poor, poor run-over deer..)
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[DeathAngel]

(Oh, yeah...lol, sorry people!)

[Jump.Jump.Fall.]

(- ~ -
I apologize for not being on earlier...
Mom was cracking the whip down on me to practice my violin...)

Jasper's eyes widened and he heard the shot of a gun, his breath catching in his small chest. He bounded over to Melanie, shifting to his human form on the way to her side. "Melanie!" Jasper screamed, his eyes blurring with tears. He gently scooped Melanie up into his arms, his tears trickling down his face and splattering against her skin. Jasper closed his eyes, sniffling slightly. Suddenly an idea sprung upon him; a crazed idea that held a great possibly of not working. He turned his head to Sara, opening his eyes. "Cut my wrist!" Jasper shouted, his eyes crazed. He thought back to what had happened only days before, when the green liquid from the lab had fallen onto him and seeped into his bloodstream; he remembered how the liquid had healed his wounds, and how it had given him to possibility of turning back into his humanoid form. But, he knew that it he let out his blood onto Melanie, as well as the green liquid in his blood, he would turn back into a raccoon. Perminately.

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Irene smiled softly, moving her head forward and lightly kissing Raphael's cheek.

[AqueousSnake]

"Ready to go on?" Raphael asked.

[DeathAngel]

"What!?" Sara shouted, confused. "Why cut your wrist, we're going to be okay, I, I can fly us out of here!" she desperately suggested. "Don't hurt yourself!" she demanded, her bottom lip quivering.