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Post by Veros on Jul 25, 2007 2:25:51 GMT -5
A girl with long reddish hair, wearing tight blues jeans and a sky blue shirt with a mesh shirt over it, with a small chocker collar on, sits down at a near by coffee shop, that just opened up, ordering herself a cup of coffee with a little bit of real milk. When she makes her cup of coffee she makes it noticablly sweet with nearly 8 spoons of sugar in the one cup, before stirring it and moving her hair out of her face, then takes a small sip from it.
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Post by Giant Brother on Jul 25, 2007 2:36:17 GMT -5
Cassandra stood in front of the four, clenching and unclenching her fists. She stammered to herself in embarassment.
Ruban gave a concerned frown. "Here she goes again..."
Cassandra glared at Maxwell. "Do you think I CHOSE to do this, you insensitive little prick?" She yelled at the roller-blader.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 25, 2007 2:42:14 GMT -5
Mimicking her tone without the shouting as he leaned back casually, Maxwell returned, "Do you think we CHOSE to look like those stupid troll toys with the funky hair? Babe, trust me, just get over it. It's not that big a deal. Worse things could happen. Your transformation could've stuck you with a kid, besides. And look at the bright side. You may be a chick, but you're a hot chick. You could've ended up a really ugly one."
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Post by Giant Brother on Jul 25, 2007 3:03:48 GMT -5
Ruban tightened his grip on Cassandra's shoulder. "He's right Colin, simmer down." He said calmly.
Cassandra however, kept frowning. "Listen, I've had my body tampered with, and then because of that been hunted, segregated, shot at, harassed, conned, rejected, poisoned, confused, bewitched and almost killed! Do not tell me to look at the bright side!"
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 25, 2007 17:09:00 GMT -5
Taking Maxwell's lead, Cornelius spoke. "We've had our bodies tampered with, and because of that been hunted, segregated, shot at, harassed, conned, rejected, poisoned, confused, bewitched and almost killed. We look on the bright side - We survived it all, and are more than what we would have been otherwise because of it."
Chester slapped him on the shoulder - a bit hard, apparently, as he staggered under the blow. "Well said, Leader! Well said!"
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Post by Giant Brother on Jul 27, 2007 7:29:55 GMT -5
Cassandra frowned deeply, but was suddenly stopped when Ruban placed on of his hands over her mouth. "That's more than enough, Colin." He said, taking the strugling teenager away from the boys. "My apologies, she's a little sensitive about this subject." He quietly pointed down at her where she couldn't see and mouthed three letters to the boys. He then calmly turned around and calmy took the girl away.
*Coffee Shop*
An animal of some kind - a giant, red furred, scrawny, wildcat/dog crossbreed at first glance - walked down the street by the woman, pawing at any person that didn't immediately run away and showing them a picture. The creature then looked at the woman, trotting over to her and pawing at her table, making an odd whining noise.
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 28, 2007 15:20:09 GMT -5
"Hey, you and your band need a hand with anything?" Cornelius called out after them.
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Post by Giant Brother on Jul 28, 2007 16:29:50 GMT -5
Ruban smiled at the boys. "I'm sure they're not in any trouble!" He said politely.
*Meanwhile*
Dennis sighed as he put the cell phone back in his pocket. "We're in trouble.' He said quickly. He looked over to his associates, a muscular young man with a blonde mohawk dressed in a leather jacket and torn jeans, a Latino boy with a pointed goatee wearing a thin over shirt with Hawaiian print over a white undershirt, and a young man with brown hair, holding a green and white striped towel like his life depended on it and wearing a blue bathrobe with teddy bears on them.
"What's wrong, Dennis?" The muscular boy asked.
Dennis sighed. “We don’t have a lead vocalist.”
The young man in the bathrobe tilted his head. “Not good.”
Dennis nodded. “Yes, Jake, that isn’t good. Frankly, we may not be able to compete, unless we try to just do stuff without lyrics, or the songs where we change who sings.”
“We’re screwed.” The man in the bathrobe said.
Dennis rubbed his chin. “Wait, Cassandra’s gonna be here!”
The Spanish boy raised an eyebrow, “Cassandra? This is hardly the time to worry about the female fans, Dennis, we have a situation here!”
Dennis shook his head. “Cassandra is Colin’s cousin. She was going to come here to check on us.”
“And, is she any good?” Was the Latin accented reply.
The muscular young man suddenly spoke up. “She was pretty good in the shower.” He blurted out.
Dennis’s gaze whipped to the boy with the mohawk. “Hans, you’re saying you not only met Cassandra, you saw her in the shower?”
Hans shook his head. “No, just heard her. She’s good.”
The Latino boy raised an eyebrow at Hans. “Dennis, do you think you can convince this Cassandra to help us? I know it’s a bit unorthodox for us to have a girl in the band, but whatever works…”
Dennis shrugged. “I’ll do the best I can.”
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Post by Ninmast on Jul 28, 2007 16:58:54 GMT -5
(Is anyone else interested in joining before we go any further?)
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Post by Veros on Jul 28, 2007 20:46:29 GMT -5
Christina bends down and looked at the red furred creature, oddly accustomed to weird things, and asked it, "Hello, what do you need?" As she said that her reddish hair falls down in front of her face, almost touching the floor.
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Post by Giant Brother on Aug 17, 2007 18:27:01 GMT -5
(I think we've got everyone we're gonna get, Ninmast.)
The creature took a photo that was in his mouth and set it down on the table. It showed a young woman with long brown hair laughing. The creature gave it's odd whine and pawed at the picture.
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