NASHIRA~
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Thread Topic: NASHIRA~
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I have a really good soap idea:
A boy is captured for being a run away from a boarding school. He is put in a jail cell, chained to the wall and tourchered. A girl who works there for extra money meets him, and feels bad for him.
Yes? No? -
Yes! :D
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Okay :) Charries?
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Yeshie! :3
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Name: Louis Tompson
Age: 14
Looks: Short blonde hair, bright blue eyes.
Personality: Scared, Nice, Careful -
Name: Sozaria Fein
Age: 13
Looks: lonng wavy black hair, ice blue eyes
Personality: you'll seee
Your dude has the same name as this guy in One Direction xD -
He does? Oh wow. I'll start.
"I can't go to jail! I'm only a kid! Please!" The two hands on my wrist grew tighter. "You're going kid," said one of the officers. They opened the cell door and dragged me into it. They took the chains and strapped my neck, wrists, waist, and bare feet to the wall. "We'll get Sozaria in here and that other officer to tourture him." The officer said and left. -
Yeah xD
I was sitting in my room,lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling...just thinking. I spend most of my time here, I was basicly empty. My heart was empty, just empty. "Sozaria! We have another prisoner!" I bolted upright, this is what I'm left with, inflicting pain on others. I nodded my head mutely and followed him towards the prisoner -
Haha :P
I saw a girl come up. I tensed. My mother had told me what these people do. The hit you with whips, and hurt you until you die. -
X3
I stared at the boy silently, they passed me a whip, I held it tightly in my hand. And walked towards the prisoner, I bent down infront of him and said in a soft voice, "Name?" -
*sighs*
"L-Louis..." I said in a shaking voice. "L-Louis T-Tompson.." -
What's wrong love?
I nodded my head, calculating his number in my head, no. Of whips...5, I stood up and raised the whip, "Turn around" -
N-Nothing...
I turned my wrists so they were still chained to the wall. I turned my back and leaned my head against the wall. -
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Nothing is something
I nodded my head calculating he no. Of whips, 5. I gently raised the whip, then stopped. I had been in his place before, I still have the scars on my back...t-those memories. I began to shake, my knees gave in and I fell to the ground
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