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Post by ast989 on Dec 28, 2009 3:19:39 GMT
Numbuh 7: What do you mean you're surprised? What, being a vampire just makes me unloveable? *has anger in voice* I've heard it before, and refuse to hear it again. *gets up and goes outside to forest, so can be alone*
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Post by Fernkit on Dec 28, 2009 3:24:39 GMT
88: Wait, that's not what I ment...*sighs sadly* There I go again, losing another friend.... First Jaxom, then Natasha, and now Alex. If I can't make them happy, they don't deserve me as a friend.... *tear slips down cheek, she begins crying*
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Post by ast989 on Dec 28, 2009 3:27:46 GMT
Numbuh 7: I got over angry there... I need to control my temper. *slides down tree's stump* I'm a the biggest moron in ever. *cries* Marty did this to... why can't a vamp be loved? *hears footsteps, butkeeps crying, doesn't care who's listening*
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Post by Fernkit on Dec 28, 2009 3:32:43 GMT
88 is extremly sad and depressed. Then she senses Alex's emotions, and the person coming near her. It is Father, and he offers Alex a deal: Destroy Numbuh 88, and he will make sure she is never teased again. Alex must now decide what to do.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 28, 2009 3:34:44 GMT
Numbuh 7: No. I don't care if I can stop getting teased. It doesn't happen often, and I'm not angry with 88 anymore.
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Post by Fernkit on Dec 28, 2009 3:44:19 GMT
Father: Are you sure? I'll make anything you want in the world happen...
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Post by ast989 on Dec 28, 2009 3:50:34 GMT
Alex: I'm positive. *gets out Ipod, plays Slelena Gomezsong called I Got U. Walks back to treehouse*
a/n: I'm just gonna say Alex now, okay?
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Post by Fernkit on Dec 28, 2009 3:59:00 GMT
a/n: fine with me
88 is still crying.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 28, 2009 4:06:23 GMT
Alex: 88, I forgive you. It's just, I've been called unloveable because I'm a vamp alot. I thought you meant you don't think Numbuh One shoud like me or something. *thinks about the movie Corpse Bride* It's like Corpse Bride with me and him, I guess. I'm Emily, the dead corpse. He's Victor, the living boy. *switches song to "Tears to Shed"*
a/n: I'm singing along to the song on the corpse bride parts, okay?
MAGGOT
What does that whispy little brat have that you don't have double?
BLACK WIDOW
She can't hold a candle to the beauty of your smile
CORPSE BRIDE/ALEX
How about a pulse?
MAGGOT
Overrated by a mile
BLACK WIDOW
Overbearing
MAGGOT
Overblown
MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
If he only knew the you that we know
CORPSE BRIDE/ALEX
(sigh)
BLACK WIDOW
And that silly little creature isn't wearing his ring
MAGGOT
And she doesn't play piano
MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
Or dance
MAGGOT
Or sing
MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
No she doesn't compare
CORPSE BRIDE/ALEX
But she still breathes air
BLACK WIDOW
Who cares?
MAGGOT
Unimportant
BLACK WIDOW
Overrated
MAGGOT
Overblown
MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
If only he could see
How special you can be
If he only knew the you that we know
CORPSE BRIDE/ALEX
If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
If you cut me with a knife it's still the same
And I know her heart is beating
And I know that I am dead
Yet the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
For it seems that I still have a tear to shed
MAGGOT
The sure redeeming feature
From that little creature
Is that she's alive
BLACK WIDOW
Overrated
MAGGOT
Overblown
BLACK WIDOW
Everybody know that's just a temporary state
Which is cured very quickly when we meet our fate
MAGGOT
Who cares?
BLACK WIDOW
Unimportant
MAGGOT
Overrated
BLACK WIDOW
Overblown
MAGGOT AND BLACK WIDOW
If only he could see
How special you can be
If he only knew the you that we know
CORPSE BRIDE/ALEX
If I touch a burning candle I can feel no pain
In the ice or in the wun it's all the same
Yet I feel my heart is acheing
Though it doesn't beat it's breaking
And the pain here that I feel
Try and tell me it's not real
I know that I am dead
Yet it seems that I still have some tears to shed
Alex: It's my life story.
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Post by Fernkit on Dec 28, 2009 4:22:01 GMT
88: No, All I ment was that I was suprised that he choose you as his girlfriend. I support you two completely.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 28, 2009 4:43:58 GMT
Alex: I'm still a tad confused. What do you mean by you're suprised is what I don't understand.
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Post by Fernkit on Dec 28, 2009 4:55:58 GMT
88: To be honest, I just never saw Numbuh 1 with a girlfriend, until you came along.
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Post by ast989 on Dec 28, 2009 20:47:57 GMT
Alex: So you mean he's not the type to have a girlfriend? If that's what you mean, explain why he's not. And why was he so surprised I didn't already have a boyfriend? I'm a blood drinkin' dead girl, who isn't even loved by her friend Marty... I have a secret. When I was three, I was put up for adoption by my father and mother. I didn't know it, but I had a feeling they weren't coming to pick me up anytime soon. Three days later, I ran away. When I was given up, my mom was going to have a child. I went and saw how happy they were when I was seven, living with the Thomases. I killed my parents then. I changed my name from Summer Raines to Alexandrea Thomas. That was when I was everyone's main target. I'm safe now, I got rid of the mob easily... *smiles, showing fangs*
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Post by Fernkit on Jan 3, 2010 2:44:28 GMT
88: Wow... I've considered running away as well, but... *sighs sadly* Where would I go, anyway? Oh, and What I mean by Nigel not seming the type to have a girlfriend, is that he's SO OBSESSED about his job and the KND in general. He's a complete workaholic, never smiles or tells jokes, and never laughs. He's almost, well, adult-like, when it comes to his work. Please don't tell him I called him that, by the way. That's just my observations, Alex.
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Post by ast989 on Jan 3, 2010 3:22:45 GMT
Alex: I agree, my friend, I agree. But I still won't tell em'. Now it's your turn to keep a secret. *takes off gloves, has scars running down arm. Look, I was emo when I was living in the wild. I couldn't take it. I wanted to feel something other than depression. I used seaglass I found by the river, rusty old spaerheads, even sharp rocks and bark. Don't tell anyone, please. It's my deepest secret.
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