If anyone says anything like 'this is not your FC!' then it's actually Soda doing this okay.
(Soda totally isn't me, guys.)
Bolded are things that apply to Soda.
I am a cuddler.
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently in my pajamas.
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
I am a little shy around the opposite gender at first.
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times.
I enjoy country music.
I enjoy smoothies.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.
I have a hidden talent.
I have a pet.
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl.
I have all my grandparents.
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
I have au had broken a bone.
I have caller I.D. on my phone.
I have bathed someone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year.
I have Marafiki who have never seen my natural hair colour.
I have had major/minor surgery.
I have killed another person.
I have had my hair cut within the last week.
I have mood swings.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I have rejected someone before.
I like the taste of blood.
I upendo Michael Jackson.
I upendo sleeping.
I upendo to shop.
I own 100 CDs au more.
I own and use a maktaba card.
I read vitabu for pleasure in my spare time.
I sleep a lot during the day.
I was born in a country other than the UK.
I watch soap operas on a regular basis.
I work at a job that I enjoy.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I am currently wearing socks.
I am tired.
I upendo to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt.
I consume at least one alcoholic drink every month.
I have/had:
Graduated high school.
Smoked cigarettes.
Ridden every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a concert.
Helped someone.
Spun turn tables.
Watched four sinema in one night.
Been broken up with.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone wewe loved.
Skipped school.
Gotten in trouble for something wewe didn’t do.
Stolen vitabu from the library.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Fired a gun.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Attempted suicide.
Written poetry.
Read zaidi than 20 vitabu a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone wewe couldn’t have.
Used a colouring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Had zaidi than 5 online conversations going at once.
Had a hamster.
Dyed your hair.
Had something pierced.
Gotten straight A’s.
Your parents sent wewe to a shrink.
Been handcuffed.
My hair is naturally the color:
Light brown
Medium brown
Dark brown
Blonde
Black
Dirty blonde
Strawberry blonde/Ginger
Multicoloured
My eyes are:
Brown (Black)
Blue/Grey
Green
Hazel
Light brown
A combination of things
I am:
Male
Female
Other
People sometimes label me as:
Slut
Girly
Ugly
Nerd
Other
Some of my biggest fears are:
Spiders/other insects
Dying
Doctor/Dentist appointments
Hospitals
Needles
Disease
Being alone in the dark
Heights
Small spaces
Oceans/large bodies of water
Holes
Large wanyama
Small wanyama
Open spaces
Lightning
I have:
A friend with benefits
A laptop in my room
A televisheni in my room
Good grades
My own car
Married parents
(Soda totally isn't me, guys.)
Bolded are things that apply to Soda.
I am a cuddler.
I am a morning person.
I am an only child.
I am currently in my pajamas.
I am currently pregnant.
I am left handed.
I am a little shy around the opposite gender at first.
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times.
I enjoy country music.
I enjoy smoothies.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have/had a hard time paying attention at school.
I have a hidden talent.
I have a pet.
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy/girl.
I have all my grandparents.
I have been to another country.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
I have au had broken a bone.
I have caller I.D. on my phone.
I have bathed someone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year.
I have Marafiki who have never seen my natural hair colour.
I have had major/minor surgery.
I have killed another person.
I have had my hair cut within the last week.
I have mood swings.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I have rejected someone before.
I like the taste of blood.
I upendo Michael Jackson.
I upendo sleeping.
I upendo to shop.
I own 100 CDs au more.
I own and use a maktaba card.
I read vitabu for pleasure in my spare time.
I sleep a lot during the day.
I was born in a country other than the UK.
I watch soap operas on a regular basis.
I work at a job that I enjoy.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I am currently wearing socks.
I am tired.
I upendo to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt.
I consume at least one alcoholic drink every month.
I have/had:
Graduated high school.
Smoked cigarettes.
Ridden every ride at an amusement park.
Collected something really stupid.
Gone to a concert.
Helped someone.
Spun turn tables.
Watched four sinema in one night.
Been broken up with.
Taken a college level course.
Been in a car accident.
Been in a tornado.
Watched someone die.
Been to a funeral.
Burned yourself.
Ran a marathon.
Your parents got divorced.
Cried yourself to sleep.
Spent over $200 in one day.
Cheated on someone.
Been cheated on.
Written a 10 page letter.
Had a best friend.
Lost someone wewe loved.
Skipped school.
Gotten in trouble for something wewe didn’t do.
Stolen vitabu from the library.
Been in a mental hospital.
Watched the “Harry Potter” movies.
Fired a gun.
Been in a school play.
Been fired from a job.
Taken a lie detector test.
Swam with dolphins.
Attempted suicide.
Written poetry.
Read zaidi than 20 vitabu a year.
Gone to Europe.
Loved someone wewe couldn’t have.
Used a colouring book over age 12.
Had surgery.
Had stitches.
Taken a taxi.
Had zaidi than 5 online conversations going at once.
Had a hamster.
Dyed your hair.
Had something pierced.
Gotten straight A’s.
Your parents sent wewe to a shrink.
Been handcuffed.
My hair is naturally the color:
Light brown
Medium brown
Dark brown
Blonde
Black
Dirty blonde
Strawberry blonde/Ginger
Multicoloured
My eyes are:
Brown (Black)
Blue/Grey
Green
Hazel
Light brown
A combination of things
I am:
Male
Female
Other
People sometimes label me as:
Slut
Girly
Ugly
Nerd
Other
Some of my biggest fears are:
Spiders/other insects
Dying
Doctor/Dentist appointments
Hospitals
Needles
Disease
Being alone in the dark
Heights
Small spaces
Oceans/large bodies of water
Holes
Large wanyama
Small wanyama
Open spaces
Lightning
I have:
A friend with benefits
A laptop in my room
A televisheni in my room
Good grades
My own car
Married parents
"When are we going to start Gant?" Slick asked eager to start.
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay salama and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash alisema concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I alisema shh!" Dash quickly said. A sekunde later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
"When Madam Yogi gives the go, when she does is when the guards go away to make way for the general Joseph Heat and his precious cargo; Yuki the angelbat," Gant answered without pause.
"The one we're gonna rescue, the one that is tortured and used for her electrical powers," Dash continued for Gant.
"Why can't we just go before they get inside?" Slick questioned Gant and Dash.
"If we go when that happens all the guards will be on us! We're suppose to stay salama and keep our identities hidden," Rioul answered agressively although calm.
"Shh...we need to listen for the signal..." Dash alisema concerned.
"What was the signal again?" Slick asked.
"I alisema shh!" Dash quickly said. A sekunde later they all hear a beep...Beep beep beep, beep...
"Now!" exclaimed Gant.
They all started running towards their positions, ready to start...
Andrew.
Memorandum: Re: St. Christoph's Square
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE kusoma DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do wewe REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
To: Achio Noch
From: Gallancy Torren Oceanius
>But why not?
>
>Well......
>Diabo? He'd kill me for not being Nimean.
>Arty? She'd probably just throw paint at me.
>Nate would send bees at me.
>Tydus would hold me for ransom.
>Estill is the personality of a *SPOILERS FOR ANYONE kusoma DOES NOT COMPUTE*
>Do wewe REALLY expect me to SURVIVE? Even in Taetoro?
>
>..... Maybe not for LOOONG....
>
>Exactly.
>
>So, you're NOT coming?
>
> *facepalm*
My first story, so, if wewe wanna make suggestions, post of a foramu ill make in a bit.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and mbwa yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
The old streets eminated of fossil fuels burning, roadkill and sadness. The ally was scattered with boxes, empty glass bottles and pieces of old news paper. In the distance, a siren went off and mbwa yipped to eachother in thier own language. The streets felt cold and filled with the sorrow of the people around.
My body felt cold as ice. I longed to be warm and safe. I wished I had some money to get something to eat, but who would listen to a stray? No one. I curled up in a ball, attempting to get warm, as I drifted into a small rest.
I worried if the wrong person would find me here in this ally, alone in this cold, dark allyway. I dismissed this worry and held the arms of false hope, whispering false facts into my freezing ears.
I believed the false hope's bitterly cold arms were a sign I was alive.
