Dumbledore's Revenge « Result #3 on Feb 6, 2008, 11:52pm »
In 1981, Lord Voldomort came to the house of Lily and James Potter, intent on killing all its occupants. What he hadn't known was that Peter Pettigrew was playing both sides and the Potter's weren't there when he arrived. Peter was there, though and he was killed. Someone else was there, too, but nobody knows who. The other person didn't get killed. Instead, he killed Lord Voldomort.
James Potter suspected that that the other person there was Sirius Black, but he didn't tell anyone, not even Sirius himself. In 1983, a dark order arose, but its leader is unknown. James starts The Order of The Phoenix. They are determined to find out the unknown leader.
Now, in 1995, Harry Potter is a fourth year at Hogwarts. His little sister, Haley, is in her 2nd year. They are quite close. Harry is protective of his little sister. They had always suspected that Dumbledore hated them, but they didn't know why. After snooping around, Harry finds out that Dumbledore is the leader of the Dark Order and that he was a supporter of Lord Voldomort.
You know what... Your mad because the voices only talk to me!
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Sanora - What would it be Like? « Result #4 on Dec 21, 2007, 12:59pm »
Name: Sanora Link:http://hiddenintrees.proboards107.com Host: Proboards Opening Date: 12.21.07 Admins Name: Amberly Heatherwalt, Bentley Taylor Level: Any Accepting Affiliates? Yes! Overview:
A long, long time ago... A tribe, known to most as the Pookalockian [pOOka - lock - ian] Tribe wandered the trees in a country called Sanora [sa - nor - a]. The Pookalockians were peaceful natives then and still are to this day. They made friends with the Europeans, but soon the Europeans turned on the tribe. Only one tribe ever existed. The Europeans rode their (what they called horses) creatures and started shooting at the natives. Soon the hit Walton, the chief at that time. The Pookalockians moved south never to be bothered by the Europeans again.
100,000 years later The Pookas [pOOka](as they were called now) had stayed in that spot. Their community growing through the trees. They developed modern day clothing, and cellular devices, as well as many others. How they did this in a tree? No one knows, but they did. Their tribe grew, their culture stayed the same. Their houses grew larger, and food grew better. The Pookas even developed Football and Soccer. They went to school, but learned the same thing each year. The young people's only job was to expand. Lately, the Europeans have come back, this time guns in hand and knives to throw. They have found the Pookas.
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Re: [Be my Double] (Open) « Result #5 on Dec 5, 2007, 11:53pm »
Her smile came across as lovely. To say the least. Her opts looked to the male in front of them. He spoke. His lyrics came across as smooth deep toned like a male should be.
"hey" "I take it you ladies go to the boarding school?.... The name's Reece, by the way."
He seemed to know a bit about her already. Her past was of no improtance it seemed now. She smiled once agian after he spoke to them
Im Tristan.. and yea im a student at the boarding school
She shrugged her shoulders lightly. Her toes played under the dry sand as she spoke. She felt an immence feeling of shyness comming over her. She looked over to teh girl she had only met seconds ago. Westley was her name. She was also a lovely girl.
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Re: {P}laces {T}o {T}hink « Result #6 on Nov 30, 2007, 7:04pm »
Caden watch all of this in silence (only moving to help her when the chair leg broke, but sat back down since she managed to get up so fast), then bent down to help Shelby clean up and said; "You could borrow my book." He smiled at her. "At least it wasn't your fault. With the book, I mean. I don't see why the teacher wouldn't believe you."
(Sorry about the short post. I think my muse hates me right now.)
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It was a dark and terrible day when a young boy by the name of Aaron Farrmen devised his plan to take over the whole land. Soon, when he became 18 his plan was put into action and he got riders on his side and told them to kill any other person on dragon back, and make sure that there are no survivors. They did, and in that time they found a race known now as the shifters. On their quest to kill all riders, they killed most shifters. When the dragon-back population was gone, Aaron had no problem with getting to the throne when he was a rider. When he was first crowned as king he was nearly 21 years old. Young, but thats the way it goes. He took over completely, not wanting to let one corner of his land be untouched and part of anything but his kingdom. He was ruthless, killing all in his path. It took him 5 years (26 years old now) to get close to his goal. There are that few town in the corner that he hasn't overruled yet, but he plans to. For his years on the throne nothing (riders) got in his way. And soon though, present day, the eggs are constantly being stolen.. There are 8, 4 in each the Loyalist's possession, and the Rebel's possession. They are starting to hatch, and King Farrmen is not pleased. The shifters are mostly out of hiding, and ready for a war. This time the rebel's want to attack first. Would you be able to make it?
Re: {P}laces {T}o {T}hink « Result #9 on Nov 16, 2007, 12:07pm »
I did not just say what I think I said, I did not just say what I think I said... Looking back down at the tabletop, Shelby continued to pray that she had just imagined what she had said. God, now he's going to think I'm hitting on him, and think that I'm looking for some sort of relationship. Yet, when he replyed to her slip up, but sounded quite amused, she glanced up at his face to see that he found her... amusing? 'My name is Caden, by the way'. The name rang in her head like a struck bell. Why was it so familiear... Yet she probly had just heard it yelled in the hall somewhere, or had read it in the student directory. Her mind continued to roll around the name, trying to place it, though her thoughts where interuppted as the waitress brought the coffee. Realising that she had sunk down into her chair in her moment of embarassment, she quickly sat up.
Opening her mouth to thank the waiter, she changed the thanks, to a slight gasp of surprise as the coffee cup tipped over. Automatically, she pushed her chair back to avoid getting the scaulding liquwid spilt on her. For any other person, the feat of pushing the chair back would of been a sinch, right? Yet, for her, a clutz and a half, the motion became something of a 'death trap'. Okay, okay, a harsh word, but her plus chair plus slight bump in the floor equaled something of a dizaster. As she pushed the chair back, one of the legs hit the snag on the ground, and with a snap, broke. Ok so maby there was little clutz value involved, but hey, how many people manage to break a chair-leg? Well, maby the clutz value wasn't in the chair breaking, but in what she did after the chair broke. Seeing as the leg that broke was the front right, shey fell forwards, and used her hands to break her fall. This would of been all fine and dandy, had she not used her right hand at a funny angle.
She felt the bone snap, more than heaerd it. Crap.. she thought, as she used her left hand to push herself up into a kneeling position. She had already had her wrist over-taxed that day, and the falling on it alone would of been enough to break it, though seeing as she had managed to turn it... Pain radiated from the joint, yet she carefully didn't show it on her face, instead wore a look of slight anoyance. Carefully, she used her left hand to feel the joint, having to bight her tongue to keep from gasping in pain. From what she could tell, the break was somewhere in the Proximal row, that or at the top of her Radius. With a jolt, she remembered why she had fallen in the first place, and quickly stood. 'I'm so sorry about this!' So, it had only been a few moments since the waitress spilled the coffee. 'I-its fine.' Flashing the waitress a kindly smile, she then turned to her math book, and sighed, resentment playing across her features. Great, how was she supposed to do her work now? Not only was she going to have to find a way to pay the school back for the book, but have to do the math over again. A twinge of pain raidiated from her wrist, witch she held against her stomach. So that would be the pits to figure out how to do.
Grabbing a napkin, she began to dab at the books, using her left hand awkwardly. Finaly managing to put a happy face on, she grinned, and said "I hope the math teacher will accept the excuse that the waitress dunked my homework..." Yet, her grin fadded into a grimace as the pain from her wrist washed over her again. Having a high resilience to pain, due to two years of being beat, she was able to almost 'ignore' the pain in her wrist, though almost wasn't compleatly. Realizing that her attempts to save her books where pointless, she sighed, and kneeled down to wipe up what had dripped on the floor. The cleaning of the stuff on the floor wasn't just to clean up, but also an excuse to hide her face. Had she been the type to cry, she probly would of been then, out of both frustration and pain, yet instead her face was red out of embarassment, at the fact that she was so bloody unlucky, and it had to be whitnessed by the first guy that had spoken to her from more than five minuts.
The world you live in is just a sugar coated topping, there is another world beneath it. The real world, where thieves and muggers are the least of your worries, and the howl into the night isn't just some stray dog. This is the True Realm, and to survive here you must be ready... Are you?
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