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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 8:44:50 GMT -7
HERE, but working on mah forms >.< So far I have Skya's looks down .-. KILL ME. .-. But uh... someone stretched the page >.<
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Post by mistycreek on Aug 2, 2012 8:51:17 GMT -7
[Huh? There's no page stretch for me on the joining page?]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 8:52:48 GMT -7
There is for me.
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Post by Spotify on Aug 2, 2012 8:53:04 GMT -7
[Goodmorning my loves!! :3]
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 8:54:19 GMT -7
MORNING! I dun wanna work on my forms .-.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 8:55:48 GMT -7
Keely sighed heavily, slowly closing her eyes, before suddenly opening them, and glancing around warily. She sighed again, a frown etching itself across her pretty face.
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Post by mistycreek on Aug 2, 2012 9:00:28 GMT -7
[Oh, that stinks! Can you tell who's post it is? You don't have to work on your forms. xD]
Blake blinked, furrowing his eyebrows. "Keely, are you okay?" he asked quietly, following her gaze around the stairs.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 9:02:36 GMT -7
[Hmn....it does seem a bit stretched out...just a bit...probably one of te pictures...]
Keely shook her had, responding softly. "No..." She hesitated, before continuing. "No, not I'm not."
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Post by mistycreek on Aug 2, 2012 9:06:16 GMT -7
Blake frowned at her response, eyebrows furrowing even more so. "What happened?" he asked softly, tone gentle. It was the voice he spoke to scared horses in; the ones who needed to be soothed. He leaned against the wall beside her, watching her carefully.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 9:09:24 GMT -7
Mmmmm, i never looked x3
Its yours, Misty o,o But, I don't really mind... it's those Teletype Words [Or however that's spelled and such], they stretch the pages for me...
I need to bring in my special horsey raceline soon x3.
Yeah... I'll give myself a bit of RPing until I go back to my forms...
The yearling yanked his head back, eyes rolled. The chestnut strained against the rope, but it didn't take much time until the fly mask was pulled over his eyes and blinding his vision. He pawed at the ground in front of him; snorting and pinning his ears as he was pulled in. They tied him up and shut the doors, and the colt bumped his nose around for a minute, each time he brushed an object yanking back and pushing up against the wall or door. He finally pulled his head out the window and closed his eyes, dozing as the truck purred along the road.
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