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by Unitatoe » Tue May 05, 2015 2:58 pm
Dan;Neighborhood;Lee
Dan nodded and laughed in agreement. He pulled Lee up and released her hand, walking to the door and prying it open. He examined the street. Empty. Good. He walked to the road and waited for Lee.
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by xXReaperIFFXx » Tue May 05, 2015 3:01 pm
He smiled. "Well you should be running off now. If you want milk for your cat there, just let me know. Maybe we can work out a deal." He offered

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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
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by xXReaperIFFXx » Tue May 05, 2015 3:08 pm
Jackson smiled as he walked back to camp. The power was on, which he wasn't comfortable with, but it made everyone else more at ease. He wandered around, still not entirely happy. He sat down in the grass and let Chester graze for a while, not really knowing anyone well enough to go up and talk

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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
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by xXReaperIFFXx » Tue May 05, 2015 3:16 pm
Jackson felt the Roscoe pulling at his leash, obviously intent on going further out. He followed the dog and paused when he saw a young boy, and not one he had seen before. He crept up, closer and closer with his katana out and ready if he attacked. He waited and watched before whistling a little to throw the dog off

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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
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by Nyverria » Tue May 05, 2015 3:20 pm
Casey Campbell
Tags: Jackson,Skylar
Mood: Suspicious, Calm, Alert
Group: Casey's
Cell block C was the quickest way to the prison field, soon after clearing out the cell block she went outside to check on Skylar and Jackson to see how things were outside the prison. "How are things out here?" she asked as she ignored the pain coming from her injured arm, she was happy to find a place best for her group. Hopefully she can keep this place going and maybe even grow crops and livestock here.
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by xXReaperIFFXx » Tue May 05, 2015 3:21 pm
Jackson turned around quickly and motioned for Casey to be quiet and then pointed to the boy. He couldn't speak for fear of scaring him, and whoever may be with him. He stepped back and waited for further orders on what to do with him

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i don’t know how to tell him that if angels could speak their voice would be the color of his eyes, that if there’s something unholy it’s how much my hands shake when he’s laughing, that the last time i looked at him i forgot how to breathe properly and yes i want to sin when he’s around but he’s the temple of my salvation, the bruised knees, the ache of holiness in a small body. us; bruised hearts, bruised skin, bruised dignity. we crawl back to each other like we forgot the ascent into hell from the last time. every time a bell rings an angel gains their wings, but every time my phone rings and you name lights up on the screen i can feel my chance at redemption slipping further and further away.
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