Rangers of the Dancing Lawn!

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Dear "The person who writes a longer signature than the question itself just to make the editor work hard who better not use the Copy Paste buttons!",
you can get an answer...
love,
the editor that does use the copy and paste buttons because she does not have all the time in the world.
Dear "me"
I think you are right.
love,
the editor

IC-Hannah hung her head "I shouldn't have spoken to her like that." she walked for awhile in silence then "so i suppose we should set a date.."

ooc: I'm ALWAYS on...:D

Dear the editor that does use the copy and paste buttons because she does not have all the time in the world.
I loooooooooooove copy and paste...
sincerivy,
gooooooooooowatdewat

The figures in front of Fyn dissapered into one. Revan's ghoustly figure was there.
"When my preists get my body back, your going to be in pain. Everyone. will feel pain."

bic: She stared to the voice. "Do just find pleasure in saving people and then torturing them yourself?" Her voice was soft and didn't flinch by his threat.

"Yes...and elope several days prior to that.":D

ooc: gaspz!:eek:
 
bic: She stared to the voice. "Do just find pleasure in saving people and then torturing them yourself?" Her voice was soft and didn't flinch by his threat.

"Saved you? Did you think I was going to let you go? I've destroyed my heart, there is no turning back. Wether I want to or not. And wether you like it or not, you're here. In a heartless man's grasp."
 
"Saved you? Did you think I was going to let you go? I've destroyed my heart, there is no turning back. Wether I want to or not. And wether you like it or not, you're here. In a heartless man's grasp."

Wonderful... she thought. "Could I at LEAST be unchained from the chair?" she requested, though she figured he'd say no.
 
He paused and thought, "Yes, you can't get out. Only sith potentials can." she felt a releasing from her wrists and ankles. "Have fun."


ooc: have fun....snort. :D

Fyn rolled her eyes, rubbing her wrists. "I will."

*COUGH!* Revan likes Fyn...*COUGH!*:D

"Only if it's not a dragged out affair. I hate formal events.":D

ooc: Shut up Sean, no he doesn't.

{slaps Sean}
NU UH! :D

ooc: Shut up Thomas, you know he doesn't.
 
ooc: *cough* so immature *cough*:p

ic: Fyn meanwhile put herself to work and finding her way around the room and just figuring out what was where.

ooc: Could I request a needle, thread and cloth?
 
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