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Project idea:

All of our characters have some things to confess to...why not use that to our advantage? (and kick start this mofo)

Confession Poem:

Confession poems are about frailties. Judge what should be told and what should stay a secret.

Frailties:
Lying
stealing
taking more than your share
pretending to be sick
blaming someone else for something you did
saying something mean
breaking a promise reapeating or making up gossip

Those are just examples, you can use any...this is just a starting point.

Pick a story for each and write a few lines for each. I'll leave the form of the poem up to you. The orginal directions had some really strict word/lines/stanza restrictions that Fire doesn't like (and thus forgot to write down....). This is basically a good character developing exercise that we can have some fun with!

Happy writting, and good luck!

This house is so empty its killling me.

Someone tell me why the hell I went and bought this damn house

Its so freakin big ><
And the rain
Damn the rain!
Why did they build this house in the only rainy spot on the whole damn planet?!

X_X

Okok I take the blame for the rain.. The geosphere I created here is makin the rain...

I'm about to take this shovel and dig up all the greens and just RAWR!!!

-sniffle- I'm so bored

It's quiet...

Toooooooo TOOOOO QUIET....

I don't trust it!

What the hell are you people up to and why haven't you told me about it? FUCK DAMMIT NO PLOTTING, YOU HEAR? NO. PLOTTING. NONE.

I'm on to you. >

-waves- This is Osiris...for all of you who do not know Ish. xDD -cough- Anyway.

Do you know what's yummy?

I do.

Extacy is yummy.

Do you know why?

I do.

It makes you happy.

Do you know why?

I don't.

I feel like going to a rave. Does anyone want to come with me?

I think I'm going gay.

That's besides the point.

well...there is no point.

not really..

...

well..

..

bye.

Ah, the love, so much love. n___n

I think everyone's starting to find themselves.

We all love eachother.

And I swear this isn't from those drinks I had ealier. n_n \m/
haha
Love you
All you guys





There's someone I have to talk to. You know who you are, Mr. Vash. Mmm ok.








I feel like Tacos...

-short santa dress, what gives?!-

=33 I'm helping Nathe with this... new years... party thing! I looked it up! -spiking the punch- =3 They say this is like a booze holiday for people to sing some slurred song called 'Old... something'. Who cares, this is gonna be fun =33 -playing music- -sings- ~I feel the magic all around yooou, it's bringin' me to my knees like I wanna be, I gotta be chained to yooou...~ -keeps decorating-

DDD= Hopefully it won't be messed up!

-chop-

-chop-

-chop-

-shlp-

-chock-

FUCKING HELL! SHIT! OTHER EXPLETIVES!! AAUGH!

-holds hand, bleeding profusely- FUCKFUCKFUCKFUUUUCK! >_______O OOOW! HEEELLL!

I try to make everyone LUNCH and I still wind up bleeding!

||OOC:Everyone knows the basic setting of this rp is like.. a house they're all in and the surrounding yard right? Maybe I should put that in the descrip...||

-Faytnoa walks in, blood trailing after him-


Hmmm....this is intresting.....

I wonder if there's anything here to kill? ^________^

-another feline type, white ears and tail this time. He's wearing a white button down, grey slacks, and navy Converse shoes. He's lacking a collar. His eyes are vermilion.
He's smiling and humming to the rhythm of some unknown tune.-