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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:26 pm
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Tomoro looked up, glancing at the talk between the three or four students. "What the... isn't this a place to relax?" Nonetheless, she shrugged her shoulders, and looked down at her drawing; it was time to paint it. A few colored pencils that were in her pouch stuck out, so she grabbed those, and began to shade the purple pansy, well, purple. As she watched the students fight, she tensed up, and grabbed her sketchbook. THAT'S ENOUGH... I don't know what the heck is going on, but I don't like it! Hesitant to get in the fight, Tomoro stood up, and mustered up a yell that she would probably never do again. "S-STOP IT, YOU GUYS!" She aimed this at the two ice users, and the strange kitsune girl. "I don't know what you're fighting over, but it's not good! You're just... picking fights! I'M SICK OF IT!" Just in case any of them came to attack her, for joining in accidentally, she closed her eyes and began glowing a shade of jade green, as the dead flowers in her hair began to glow with life again, and the plants around her grew at least 2 inches a minute. That's right... this used to happen when those boys picked a fight on me... and the ran away screaming saying I was a freak when I did this.... Tears welling up in her eyes, she gritted her teeth and yelled as loud as she could, plants all around her dying by the second.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:34 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:39 pm
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She glanced over at the boy, apparently talking about her. Her eyes met his bodies, and her pupils almost seemed nonexistant. "Why... do you talk about me that way? I didn't do anything to you, boy." The old Tomoro seemed to have disappeared, and in her place was the 'other' Tomoro; a non-merciful death machine, just like her father wanted. That was it, she thought as she glared at the boy with no thoughts of happiness, that's how she got her eye like it was. Instantly, at the thought of that tragic memory, her powers stopped, and she fell to the ground, in tears. "Why..." she whispered. "Why did I have to remember that..?" Why did dad try to make me into his puppet? Why was I the one? Why couldn't he do it all...? Is it because of who I am...? Tomoro covered her face in her hands, and screamed. "I'M SO SICK OF IT! STOP FIGHTING, OR YOU'LL END UP LIKE I DID!" That's all they were, puppets, attempting to murder eachother.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:45 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:50 pm
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"L-leave me alone.. men aren't supposed to be nice to women.." Tomoro said in between tears, and hiccuping. "You have no idea... just... just go away..." That's right, Tomoro, push him away. You can't trust guys, they're just like everyone else. He'll probably end up beating you up too. She slowly stood up, her lace dress smeared with dirt, and her hair mussed up, the headband falling to the side. Her eyepatch was almost falling off as well, the last thing she wanted to happen. Tomoro's energy seemed to have gone down a great deal, and as she began walking past the man, she fell to her knees on the ground, coughing up drops of blood as she continued to get up and walk again. "Greenhouse... the one place where those plants Grandma gave me can fix this... I just hope I can get there in time..." Tomoro covered her mouth suddenly, throwing up a great deal of blood, the red substance pouring over her hands and onto the grass. Tomoro then fell onto the grass, her head dropping right into the pools of blood she just coughed up. "God... damnit... if I hadn't remembered dad... this would have never happened..."
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 4:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 5:03 pm
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"Don't you DARE talk about your father to me... I don't need your help. I'm fine." Tomoro stood up shakily, and closed her eyes, putting her blood-stained lips to her mouth. A root off of a giant oak seemed to pop up out of the ground, and she broke it off, using it as a cane. "Why don't you just go fight or something too...I'm okay." Of course I'm not okay.... I'm nearly dead here... but Mom always said never to show your weaknesses, even though I just did... Tomoro began a slow walk to the greenhouse, ignoring the boy, and every time she nearly fell, she seemed to mumble something which kept her up. At last, she reached a steep hill, and as she tried to walk down it slowly, she lost her balance on a puddle of water and came crashing down, rolling down the hill, arms flinging widly, until she crashed headfirst into the greenhouse. "How... lucky.." she mumbled, grass stains and bruises becoming noticable. Her eyepatch had fallen off in the process, but she kept her eye tightly closed.
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 5:11 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 5:19 pm
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Posted: Thu Mar 23, 2006 5:24 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 8:54 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 9:06 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 9:14 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 9:16 am
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Posted: Fri Mar 24, 2006 9:19 am
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