[Lady Bun]

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[.sweetypie.]

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Sweetypie
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Obi
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Obi ran as quick as he could down the stairs, his mom shouting his name. "Mom, what is it?!" She came into the kitchen, and saw that the back door leading to the beach hung open, and out in the twilight, he could just make out the outline of his mother standing in the sand. "Come quick Obi, come look!" Obi ran outside, skidding to a halt by his mom's side. "What is i..." Obi was stopped dead mid-sentence. He had happened to glance up, seeing the millions of shooting stars zipping across the sky. The light of his eyes danced in wonder as he looked upon the beautiful event, never having seen anything like it before. "Isn't it just breathtaking Obi?" Obi nodded his head, unable to speak. The stark wonder that had overtook him left Obi speechless, and all he could do was watch.
Obi had sat out all night that one momentous day, not going inside until the sun had come up and hidden the wonderful display of nature's beauty. He has since worked on mapping all the stars and constellations visible from our beach on his bedroom ceiling, and uses the telescope he received from his mother last Christmas to monitor the stars and planets, allowing him to predict meteor showers. He owns many books about space, probably enough to make a public library. He even owns his own star. After he had gone through weeks of searching, he managed to find an unusually bright star almost right above us that had not been claimed. He bought it through the star registry, and has looked at it every night since.
So now you know pretty much a sum of what happened in the past and what's going on right now, how about plans for the future? Obi now is considered an adult, but still has goals to achieve in his adulthood. He'd like to study to become an astronomer because getting paid to look at the stars sounds perfect for this guy. Obi would also like to study something involving more planet-based material, since stars are very closely related to their individual planets. He wants to build his own high powered telescope, he saw it in a movie once, and has always wanted to try it for himself. That's a little about Obi, but there's still a lot more to him than what meets the eye.

[Offended Cockatiel]

“Looks like what drives me crazy
Doesn't have an effect on you--
But I'm gonna keep at it
Till it drives you crazy, too.”

Username; Aysan1

Name; Lucis [Lu-C/soft c/-Iss]

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“Nothing is easier than to denounce the evildoer; nothing is more difficult than to understand him.”

Gender; Male
Story/Art; 400 words
Swimming within- some sorts
Wreaking havoc- being evil, space racing

Lucis is your usual neighborhood evil villain. The one sneaking through the dusk, the one who is oddly wierd and surprisingly uncaring and yet caring about the oddest things. Oh, being manic is just too amusing for him. He is a genius within scientific terms, and though he lacks some common sense, a strong amount really, he still ends up cranking out the most optimistically benevolent and grotescly creepy attitude. No one and everyone knows him, and in his view that's just the starting point. He tries to make it obvious that he's the one stealing candy from children and tripping busy people at the door with a gentle bow. He can't help it, making his evil plots and machines can never get too tiring. It's become his goal. He'd like to make everyone's life a disaster with a charming, yet slightly annoying, evil cackle. Imagine a natural evil symmetrical villain, speaking in rhymes and with a crooked little smile.

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The slightly feminen, a little on the thin side... Yes, very awkard looking bean stoped to stare. Those round eyes roamed over everything until they were sure of what they had found. His target had been caught and within his sights there was no escape. Of course, things weren't going to go well, after the lock on view. He was clueless when it came to others and socializing. "Hellooo!" A little too excited, a little too peppy with his steps. He breathed, as if he was standing in front of an audience about to say something huge with that odd little blinking and staring thing he had going. "Would you like to buy a creative machine of sorts that..." With a few awkward blinks, he turned like a creaky tinbean. Oh yes, he was maniacle, odd, out going and slightly creepy, but no natural speaker. His words had been said faster than when he was a child and had had to speak to the bully of his nightmares, before running away. Back to the chem lab to hide underneath the silver tables with his newly made sciency invention.. "Cannn.. do anything you'd like. Art wise that is..." he chuckled, voice becoming creaky, like a dork. "You-you do know what art is... miss...?" Yes, a complete dork.

"Yes...?" The responding person stares back wile he fiddled with the inventions knobs and switches finally slamming his hand down on a glowing button. Blearing purple light shot out and all over the pale colored bean he had been talking to. "It can turn you all sorts of colours..." He watched as, like a chameleon, the female bean changed from green, to blue; to magenta, his personal favourite and then to what looked like a dieing rainbow. His usual crooked smile came back onto his face. He stood there snuggling his colorful invention watching it shoot at the crowd that was assembling with a giggle and snort. "Who's a good perceptional quality machine." With soft paps to his machine and a cackling like noise he huffed up his chest. "You are... Yes, you are." His waving tail the unnoticeable bean strut back towards his home, half dancing, and half joking with everyone he saw. "Aww, you look... blue today, haha... Don't be green with envy, you look just green with envy! Aren't you just the golden child." No one said his jokes were any good. Then again, no one really had to say they were bad.

At that moment of remembering sad childhood memories that brought him to that
Heart breaking
When you see him you mite want to run and hide
To his somewhat high pitched, squeaky voice as he introduces his evil machines.
Maniacle
All the tiiiime in the world- Especially when your alone

[BaBleu]

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[azazel.]

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[Bittertiffany]

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[Bebop]

Might enter.

[Muttz]

dropping out ; a few friends are entering this, so i'd like to give
them better luck. Aha, sorry for taking up space and good luck to everyone <3
Im sure this bean will go to a fabulous home ;v; <33

[finoodle]

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Cute6066, but right now I have changed it to B L A Z E.
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Stardust, after the stars and the circles they reminded me of Star dust.
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The feeling of freedom pure joy and bliss. Flying is what I do best. Though I have no physical wings my metal will soar so high I am only a dot in your eyes. Only a dot.

The sound of nothing but the birds chirping. The cliff that I will fly over like a bird lays across me. It is 200 feet wide and over 3,000 feet deep. The suit fur tight. The heat was almost unbearable. I breathed in deeply put on mu goggles and let go. I fell, fell so far so fast my paws close to my body. Then I lets my wings spread. The two white flaps stretching from my paw to my side. I soared up. Like a jet taking off into the sky. I sighed I had done this over 60 times before but I knew every time was different. I never felt bored doing this. The wind blowing in your face the zero gravity feel of no restrictions. The I saw it the top of the cliff. I was only a few inches below the cliff edge. I grabbed onto the cliff edge and pulled my body up. I used my tail and gripped one of the rocks on the surface. "Ugh" I got up all the way and breathed deeply that was the second time I had almost fallen. but that will not stop me, not anything.

They ask me why. They say, "Stardust why can you just be a regular bean, one who has self control and do something practical for just Once in your life time?! why do you have to go jumping off of cliffs and almost dying?" That was what my father said, when he saw that I had been doing that.

That's when I realized it. him. My own father. He was trying to make me stop, I knew that he had known that I had been doing this for a while. But now he comes out of the shadows of the dark, stopping grieving for a few minutes about my mother. Why now. Now out of over 5 years of his grieving does he finally wake up from his coma of darkness and sadness. I just didn't get it. But I knew one thing. He was afraid.
"Don't, you had your chance to talk right before I went to go hike That mountain where I started. You stayed back in the house you eyes red and bloodshot again from crying and no sleep. You had your chance 2 years ago. You lost it. Don't try it, do not because for the first time since mother died I had felt free, not watching you for hours of the day destroy yourself. So good bye dad, and so long." I walked away. A tear rolled down my cheek but my mouth stayed strong. I didn't look behind me.

My favorite activity you ask. It is not just my favorite it is my life. Flying.