2009-11-15 14:53
The alleyway was not as dark as it should be at nearly midnight, brightened by sarcastic neon lights that laughed invitingly at every passerby. Shadows were cast on the gravel ground; fast moving, wild images.
In every city, there’s always a corrupt corner.
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2009-10-18 17:01
2009-10-18 16:37
Wow can't believe Serenade is over. Can't believe i FINISHED!! @o@
Haha this is the best part of finishing a story, you get to write the conclusions and how you feel about it~~ and complain about the whole boring process of some parts = =
Serenade's my longest yet one of the few (maybe only?) finished story. The ending's crap and cheesy, but it's still a conclusion. Seriously, thank you justincase~~ if you weren't there asking about it all the time, i probably wouldn't h |
2009-10-17 19:27
2009-10-17 19:26
"Yes your highness." Without a second's doubt, LeFay stabbed Kyre in the shoulder and gave him a hard kick in the stomach. Kyre tottered to one side. Taking that chance, LeFay immediately went over to where Lore was.
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2009-10-17 19:26
2009-10-17 19:25
In her memories of LeFay, he had always been pedantic and collected. Yet, as his sword travelled in unseen paths around him, his expression was calm as his eyes looked as if a flamed had been lit inside, for they were burning fiercely as they concentrated on one enemy, then another. A dark yet wild aura rose all around him as the silver blade cut mercilessly through.
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2009-10-17 19:24
The eight dolls jumped out with unbelievable speed, Lore grabbed a gun and dagger and followed. To tell the truth, she had no idea what she would do with those. Thank god they were both chained to a belt. LeFay came behind her and gave her two pairs of handcuffs.
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2009-10-17 19:24
Chapter 19 Variation Notes
Sunset came faster than Lore had expected. She threw on a pair of dark blue jeans and a black T-shirt. The necklace LeFay gave he |
2009-10-17 19:23
Lore sat up, only half conscious. Even in her subconsciousness, she knew that there was something she needed to do. Checking the clock, she realized that it was only eight in the morning, still far from when she was to set out.
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