Marry, you mentioned this before. There's nothing wrong with re-runs.XD
Who's Marry? Indeed. Hmm, you think that if you like. But when you see the same things for months over and over, and hear the same songs for months, it starts to mess with you. XD
It's an archaic emphasizer, possibly derived from using our lady's name as a curse word. Hmm, you keep using that phrase, I do not think it means what you think it means. I'm sure that's why the Good Lord invented books. XD
Moj lay in bed that night looking up at the dark ceiling. His hands tucked behind his head propping it up comfortably. He thought back to when he had helped that man on the street. He thought about when Carter and he had rumbled. And he thought about the pleasant rush of adrenalin, and the strange whirling sensation that somehow, instead of clouding his vision, made him hyper focused on the fight. He recalled how he had anticipated the jock’s blow and had rolled clear just in time. He felt some of the adrenalin return with just the thought of fighting. “I could totally do that all the time!” He thought. Then he slipped off to sleep. The next morning had been uneventful. A normal sort of relaxing morning. Later the trio were just eating lunch and talking about nothing in particular as good friends do when relaxing. When a skinny average looking kid came up and addressed them. “Well, hello!” He said in a sly, squeaky voice. He wrung his hands in a nervous sort of way as he spoke to Markus. Israel looked up at the kid and was instantly suspicious of him. Dillila looked quietly distrusting of his oily mannerisms. Markus looked surprised at his sudden arrival. “Who are you?” Israel asked with a mix of suspension and curiosity. The skinny boy turned his watery odd looking gray eyes on Israel and frowned. “Hey, I’m talking to the kid with the mean swing that smacked ol Carter upside the head.” He said in an annoyed manner as if he didn’t have time to waste. Israel sat back in his chair and he and Dillila exchanged a look. The skinny kid turned back to Markus. “Can we talk?” Not waiting for a response, he slid into one of the chairs and started talking in a rapid, squeaky, way. “Listen, I have an offer for you.” As he spoke his eyes darted about the room and his hands kept turning round and round. “I come from a school about an hour drive from here. I brought you some news from The Wrecker.” Pulling a letter out of his pocket and handing it over quickly. “Let us know what you think.” He said mysteriously. Then he stood and slunk off into the lunch crowd. Markus blinked. Israel and Dillila sat for a moment in quiet. Then Dillila leaned forward and said in a hushed and excited voice. “Well! Are you gonna open it?” She asked, her blue eyes looking curiously at the envelope. As Markus ripped the package open Israel and Dillila leaned in with anticipation.
Oodalally! New Episode @bold: isn't that just how adrenalin works?
As Markus read, his face evolved several times into emotion after emotion. Shock, distrust, and finally excitement. He shoved the note across the table. “Just read that!” He cried with energy. Dillila snatched the note up. Her and Israel leaned over it and read quickly. “What!?” Dillila shouted. Noting some peers looking at them strangely she smiled awkwerdly “Ehem, I meant, what?” She said quieter. Israel looked at Markus in shock. “You actually seem excited about this!” He said accusingly. Markus shrugged. “Well why shouldn’t I be?” He said somewhat defensively. Israel looked dumbfounded. “This,” He jabbed the note with a finger. “This is illegal, that’s why.” He said quietly so as to not attract attention. Markus looked at him and seemed to give in. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” They didn’t speak about it anymore and Markus seemed to have dropped the subject. But after the last period Markus slipped off saying. “Hey I’ll see yall later. I have something to do.” He weaved away through the crowd. Dillila watched him go looking anxious. Israel looked tense. Neither spoke till school let out. Markus slipped out of school as the bell rang and headed around a corner. He stopped and pulled out his phone. The thought occurred to him that perhaps this wasn’t the best plan, but he shoved that aside as he remembered the adrenalin. He could be good at this. And he could even get money this way. He dialed the number the skinny kid had left. The ringer buzzed. The squeaky voice of the kid answered. “Hello. Who is this and what do you want?” It said rapidly. Markus drew in a deep breath and said. “I’m in. Sign me up for the next fight.” He heard what sounded like chortling and background noise. Then a response. “Alright! Is this your number?” Markus said questioningly. “Um, yes?” A pause. “There’s a fight tonight. I’ll text info to this number.” He hung up. Markus looked at the phone. This was exciting!
Moj becoming an adrenalin junkie overnight like it's going out of style.XD
I suppose I just didn't realise sassy-ness was one of your fortes, I knew you were a calm, nice sort of person. But this more spunky side is a nice revelation.
Your existence is a nice revelation.
Aww Doh, you're such a sweet talker! *Blushing happily* I think I'd say the same to you!
As Markus read, his face evolved several times into emotion after emotion. Shock, distrust, and finally excitement. He shoved the note across the table. “Just read that!” He cried with energy. Dillila snatched the note up. Her and Israel leaned over it and read quickly. “What!?” Dillila shouted. Noting some peers looking at them strangely she smiled awkwerdly “Ehem, I meant, what?” She said quieter. Israel looked at Markus in shock. “You actually seem excited about this!” He said accusingly. Markus shrugged. “Well why shouldn’t I be?” He said somewhat defensively. Israel looked dumbfounded. “This,” He jabbed the note with a finger. “This is illegal, that’s why.” He said quietly so as to not attract attention. Markus looked at him and seemed to give in. “Yeah, I guess you’re right.” They didn’t speak about it anymore and Markus seemed to have dropped the subject. But after the last period Markus slipped off saying. “Hey I’ll see yall later. I have something to do.” He weaved away through the crowd. Dillila watched him go looking anxious. Israel looked tense. Neither spoke till school let out. Markus slipped out of school as the bell rang and headed around a corner. He stopped and pulled out his phone. The thought occurred to him that perhaps this wasn’t the best plan, but he shoved that aside as he remembered the adrenalin. He could be good at this. And he could even get money this way. He dialed the number the skinny kid had left. The ringer buzzed. The squeaky voice of the kid answered. “Hello. Who is this and what do you want?” It said rapidly. Markus drew in a deep breath and said. “I’m in. Sign me up for the next fight.” He heard what sounded like chortling and background noise. Then a response. “Alright! Is this your number?” Markus said questioningly. “Um, yes?” A pause. “There’s a fight tonight. I’ll text info to this number.” He hung up. Markus looked at the phone. This was exciting!
Moj becoming an adrenalin junkie overnight like it's going out of style.XD
Moj lay in bed that night looking up at the dark ceiling. His hands tucked behind his head propping it up comfortably. He thought back to when he had helped that man on the street. He thought about when Carter and he had rumbled. And he thought about the pleasant rush of adrenalin, and the strange whirling sensation that somehow, instead of clouding his vision, made him hyper focused on the fight. He recalled how he had anticipated the jock’s blow and had rolled clear just in time. He felt some of the adrenalin return with just the thought of fighting. “I could totally do that all the time!” He thought. Then he slipped off to sleep. The next morning had been uneventful. A normal sort of relaxing morning. Later the trio were just eating lunch and talking about nothing in particular as good friends do when relaxing. When a skinny average looking kid came up and addressed them. “Well, hello!” He said in a sly, squeaky voice. He wrung his hands in a nervous sort of way as he spoke to Markus. Israel looked up at the kid and was instantly suspicious of him. Dillila looked quietly distrusting of his oily mannerisms. Markus looked surprised at his sudden arrival. “Who are you?” Israel asked with a mix of suspension and curiosity. The skinny boy turned his watery odd looking gray eyes on Israel and frowned. “Hey, I’m talking to the kid with the mean swing that smacked ol Carter upside the head.” He said in an annoyed manner as if he didn’t have time to waste. Israel sat back in his chair and he and Dillila exchanged a look. The skinny kid turned back to Markus. “Can we talk?” Not waiting for a response, he slid into one of the chairs and started talking in a rapid, squeaky, way. “Listen, I have an offer for you.” As he spoke his eyes darted about the room and his hands kept turning round and round. “I come from a school about an hour drive from here. I brought you some news from The Wrecker.” Pulling a letter out of his pocket and handing it over quickly. “Let us know what you think.” He said mysteriously. Then he stood and slunk off into the lunch crowd. Markus blinked. Israel and Dillila sat for a moment in quiet. Then Dillila leaned forward and said in a hushed and excited voice. “Well! Are you gonna open it?” She asked, her blue eyes looking curiously at the envelope. As Markus ripped the package open Israel and Dillila leaned in with anticipation.
Oodalally! New Episode @bold: isn't that just how adrenalin works?
This is his first time with a large shot of it, how's he supposed to know that.
Who's Marry? Indeed. Hmm, you think that if you like. But when you see the same things for months over and over, and hear the same songs for months, it starts to mess with you. XD
It's an archaic emphasizer, possibly derived from using our lady's name as a curse word. Hmm, you keep using that phrase, I do not think it means what you think it means. I'm sure that's why the Good Lord invented books. XD
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Indeed. Hmm, you think that if you like. But when you see the same things for months over and over, and hear the same songs for months, it starts to mess with you. XD
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Doh, you're such a sweet talker! *Blushing happily* I think I'd say the same to you! 
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