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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 9:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Dec 21, 2008 10:09 pm
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-Wolfblane Child of Fell-
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 1:32 am
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"And when he had done that, the white horse stood up on its hind legs, and was changed into a king's son." -The Grimm Brothers-
She banged her cup against the metal bars, now back in her cage. "I wish I knew old blues songs, so I could sing a sad song!" She sand out, in a tone that resembles most 'Blues'. She sighed leaning back, very bored again. Randomly, she grabbed the clipboard on the other side of her cage, one of the few slaves small enough to slip her hand and wrist through. She read over everything, pulling on her collar. Her collar was pink, with a thin blue line going around the middle, then a thin line of purple above that and red below it. Just as it said on her papers. She placed the clipboard back, and started playing with her toes, through her flat-dancing-shoes.
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:56 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:59 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 11:12 am
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:36 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 2:54 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 4:53 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:16 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:25 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:47 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 10:52 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 11:09 pm
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Posted: Mon Dec 22, 2008 11:16 pm
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