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And you already have contact to answer! ^____^

Shayna laughed. "It sounds cliche, I know, but I live on the other side of the mountain. We moved there when I was eight from Illinois. I'm actually a bit excited to be here, I've never skied for a living before. It's always been for fun, you know?" Maybe she did have a friend after all... and all those books would go unread. Hmmm, books, friends... books... friends... what a choice! Shayna shook herself out of her daze and asked "I wonder what rooming'll be like?" as she caught sight of another man - this time with blue hair - walking in the door. She waved at him over Gabi's shoulder. {{Sorry my posts are so short...}}

OK - then I'll ignore it until Mynx says otherwise.

Obviously, octopi obliterate oniony ostriches - only octogenarians obviate Ohm's oranges.

Shayna smiled brightly and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "Hey Gabi! I'm Shayna. Do you come here often? What are procedures?" Her thought was that if she managed to become friends with an old-timer, she wouldn't have to go through newbie-hastling. If it existed here. But that was immaterial. While she had daydreamed, others had arrived. //Huh, the helicopter must be faster than it seemed...//

If the newest and youngest at 21 rooms across from the 26-year old intern, where does the not-so-youngest at 23 and newest go? I've never been here either...

Evangeline peered out from between the branches of her arboreal perch beside the waterfall at the strange creature and his machines. What was he doing here? What were his plans? {{Can I join or are there rules for this?}}

Koalas, kangaroos kleptomaned kumquats, kibitzed kazonas, kiboshed Kly's kludge - "Kwitcherbelliakin!" All wierd words (except for 'kleptomaned', which I think I made up) came from this website: http://www.myfavoriteword.com/K.html. Kly is a name.

Shayna smiled at the lovebirds as she dropped her luggage by the door. They looked embarrassed to be caught; Shayna hoped it wasn't too terrible. She smiled again when Dana - she assumed it was Dana, seeing as how she was the only one here - looked at her, then, pulling off her scarf and removing her light blue parka, she moved to the side as the next person came through. {{Should we know Dana? EDIT'D: Thanks for the answer Mynx!}}

"Quiet quadripelegic quadruplets quarrantined questing quadruepeds!" quoth Quentin, querrelously.

Name: Shayna Harmon. Age: 23 years. Height: 5'9" Eyes: Dark brown and gold (if the sun hits them just right) Hair: Dark brown, two feet in length, nearly always in a single plait down her back (it'd be loose if you catch her just coming out of the shower or in the process of brushing it). Sometimes, if she's feeling fancy, she'll French-braid it! Oooohhh... Shape: Average. Slender and with powerful legs (from skiing), she's mostly muscle with very little extra fat. She has a very fast metabolism, and that combined with the constant exercise keep her slim. Perference on the slopes: Slolom and moguls, and for fun she kamikazes. Personality: Likes kids, when she can get to them. She gives lessons if they're needed. Loves small groups, which number from one to five, and feels a bit uncomfortable in larger crowds. Has slight loner tendencies. Likes to tease those she's close to, if she can manage it. Basic Random Stuff: I've decided to make her a local, if that's alright. If there's already a lot of locals I'll take that out. ANYWAY... Shayna's the second youngest of five, and both her parents are avid skiiers, so she grew up with it. Her family moved here from the city when she was eight, when her dad retired and wanted to devote more of his time to skiing. Therefore, she has some cultured tastes, like good literature and trips to a museum or two... This is her first year at this resort, and she brought a whole other suitcase filled with books in case she was closed off from the outside world. Am I missing anything? Anyone want more detail?

Obviously, octogenarians oggle only orangutang orifices, O omniscient one! Hah!

I did read the rules thread, and I was confused still. Tanuchan helped tremendously. Thanks, both! I'll PM Mynx my character tonight.

Lady llamas like lying languidly, lest lemurs lambast lovers. Just something fun...

Great! What do I need to put in a character, when do I need to submit by, and how exactly does voting work?

Second and fourth lines of each poem are supposed to rhyme, it's only coincidence that three out of four stanzas are "you" rhymes, and the "remain/again" rhyme was a stretch, I admit that readily. That whole verse is one that needs work. Does anyone have specific suggestions? And I realized that there are other typos in the song that aren't supposed to be there. "And until you come back to be" is supposed to be "...back to me." That's annoying. Fixed now.

May I join? What does "48hrs day phase 24hrs night" mean? I mean, I understand the phases (I think), but why 48/24?

Umm... it needs some work... it's very sappy and cliche... and it's to a tune that's not very well know, so I can't give it to you... but I like it, and I'd like some or all or any of you to help me work on it please! ^___^ After I get some comments I'll tell you my views and we can wrangle over it, ok? I hope... You can make up your own tune to sing it, verse tunes go as follows: A B instrumental A B instrumental C C ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ TOGETHER If all the world had a cost It wouldn't be worth you And all the things found in my life Do not have your value You see, for I am not complete If I do not have you And until you come back to me There's nothing I can do <Instrumental> Inside of me resides a part Of what belongs to you But it cannot mean anything If you are not there too Apart, we are just drifting leaves Without need to remain Together we can forge a path To come close again Together, together If we come together Much can be undone <Short instrumental> Together, together If we come together Our lives will be one ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I wrote it when I was supposed to be writing an essay... ^__^;;; EDIT: I just realized that a word was missing from line 2.2. Sorry if that confused you! EDIT2: Fixed the error in line 2.3. Grrr...

So I guess I can't write something for this until I get a dare... gotcha. Sounds like fun to participate in, and it's certainly fun to read!

Choosy Crowded Cabaret Customers Compare Cristina, Claire; Company Closes It's a news article heading: Choosy crowds of cabaret customers compare two of the dancers, and the company closes as a result.

Thought I'd finish the alphabet, at least... Zounds! Zorro's zealous zipper zipped zany Zorastro's zapper! Translation: Holy Cow! Zorro's faithful closure caught crazy Zorastro's zap-gun! And I really do mean a weapon, not any sort of double entendre...

Most if not all of my characters are anchored in me, to some extent. Some more than others. What I do with my characters is take an aspect of me and blow it up. I make it the dominant characteristic, and work around it. One of my characters is very, very cynical and jaded - I'm not like that all the time, but if I'm feeling hurt or betrayed, I'll turn cold. I often feel alone and shy, reserved and lonely - one of my characters is an outcast and stranger even in her own home. Stuff like that.

Oops, I missed seeing this. Sorry. Thanks for the review! I sort of agree with you, I'll try and work something in about the past.

That's the point, dear, to get you to reply! ^____~ IDBSGP ver 1.2 Edited for your suggestions, Buddha, they were good ones. I'm not sue about the last verse, it's mostly just something to go on. I also switched the first verse to immediate present, like the rest of it, for continuity. I think it makes it sound better. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Leaves blow dryly Wind whistles through the chicken wire A trashcan topples over Echoes rebound from the rusted benches The padlock is smashed The gates creak wearily on broken hinges Voices whisper on the cold air Memories live in the hearts of the past.

I rather like this one, and I don't show it around. Thought some of you might enjoy it... FIRST RULE Read it. SECOND RULE Say something about it, please!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~~~~~~~~~~ Leaves blowing dryly Wind whistling through the chicken wire Empty. A trashcan topples over Echoes rebound from the rusted benches Empty. The padlock is smashed The gates creak wearily on broken hinges Alone. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ There. Say SOMETHING, please?