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Post by Darcy on Jan 15, 2011 19:05:40 GMT -5
Theres nothing pure about it
His red eyes shown with such a certainess. A look of sheer perfectness. His pale skin and hair, white as snow, clothes dark as night. He smiled to himself. More of a grin. What do they know he thought to himself happily. Nothing. Everyone hear. Pure like children, they knew nothing. Even the smart ones. Nothing. He was the perfect one. He was incharge in his own mind. Blood spackaling the snow in midnight. Hah that was all he really was, ironic how far someones point of veiw could be from who they really are. Rowan smirked. He was the perfected Albino. Not like the others, he could hear, perfectly. Nothing was flawed in him.
((This post is writen soley from an outside narriator toned into to rowans point of veiw))
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 18, 2011 11:46:01 GMT -5
Ginny walked around camp. Her blonde and pink hair tumbled neatly over her shoulders. Her bright green eyes looked around camp. It was true, she was the new kid here but she didn't care. She giggled at the compliments she got from the boys in camp. She kept walking. There was a bounce in her step and it was always there, even if she was angry and even if she was extremely tired.
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Post by Darcy on Jan 18, 2011 15:26:08 GMT -5
Flaws. They bothered the boy. They were the earths sins. If rowan had it his way there would be no flaws. That being said a few people would have to go, suffor for making the world an imperfect place. He wouldn't feel bad for them, thye werent perfect why should he. He looked around, his bloodred eyes casting a freindly gaze.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 18, 2011 15:34:12 GMT -5
Ginny headed to her cabin. She looked once more out at the camp she'd be spending the rest of the summer in.
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Post by Darcy on Jan 18, 2011 15:37:44 GMT -5
Rowan certanly stood out, white hair, and very very pale skin. Red eyes, black clothing. He was perfect. Perfection rarely ever happened. And it certantly didn't run in the family, look at his sister.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 18, 2011 15:40:23 GMT -5
Ginny's eyes hovered on him for a moment before she walked into her cabin.
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Post by Darcy on Jan 18, 2011 15:41:23 GMT -5
Rowan cracked his knuckles and looked around.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 18, 2011 15:41:56 GMT -5
Ginny sat on her sleeping bag.
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Post by Darcy on Jan 18, 2011 15:45:00 GMT -5
Rowan walked into the arena.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 18, 2011 15:46:50 GMT -5
Ginny laid back and fell asleep.
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Post by Darcy on Jan 18, 2011 15:47:22 GMT -5
Rowan grabbed his sword, and looked at it.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 18, 2011 15:51:55 GMT -5
Ginny slept peacefully.
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Post by Darcy on Jan 18, 2011 15:54:30 GMT -5
Rowan trained for a while, before returning to his cabin, and going to sleep.
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Post by Poison Ivy on Jan 18, 2011 16:08:02 GMT -5
Ginny woke up and yawned.
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Post by Darcy on Jan 18, 2011 16:08:38 GMT -5
Rowan was just falling asleep.
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