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#121 :: July 9th, 2010 @ 2:32 PM

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#122 :: July 9th, 2010 @ 2:46 PM

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I'm glad you like it.
Whatever you think it's worth. What you paid for the last one is fine. I'm not too picky.
Lot #4576592 is up for payment! Thank you!

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I finished editing TommytheCat's story. I put in some codes so it'd format correctly. Since it was 386 words, at a base price of 500K per 500 words, the cost will be 500K. Lot #4576586 is up for payment. Thank you!

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The following story based loosely on Martins Mice, a book I read as a child.

TommyTheCat is a sweetheart. Though he comes from a long line of great predators, he does not like to kill anything. He does not eat any meat, and his favorite food is cheese. Of course, this does not sit well with his family.

They just do not understand him.

One day, his father had had enough and ordered him to catch a mouse and eat it. His father took him down to an old barn where he had eaten quite a few mice himself.

The whole trip there, Tommy was dreading the idea of killing a mouse. He hated the thought of it, but he knew if he let his father down, there would be a price to pay.

Tommy was hoping they would not see a mouse, but sure enough, one came scurrying out in plain sight. His father spotted it and told Tommy to go get it.

Tommy did as his father asked and caught it. Once the mouse was in his paws, it pleading. "Please don't eat me! I am pregnant.” Tommy could not eat the mouse after hearing this, so he pretended to stuff the whole mouse in his mouth and growled at his father to back off, as if to say, “This is my meal.” His father was so proud and walked off.

After his father left, Tommy spit out the mouse, but she had fainted. Carefully gathering the pregnant mouse, he put her in a bathtub to rest. When she awoke, he fed her and gave her water. He apologized for stuffing her into his mouth, explaining that he was just acting to get his father off his back. The mouse – whose name was Sarah – expressed gratitude for his act, which had saved her and her children’s lives.

He told her he would love to bring her food and water, so that she would not have to get it herself, since the barn was a dangerous place to come out in, as it was frequently the cats’ hunting grounds. She agreed and he continued to bring her food and water until she had her babies.

She had four of them and he continued helping her out with food and water even after they were born. Seeing the babies and having daily conversations with Sarah, Tommy loved his new little family.

Tommy’s mother had always told him if he kept eating cheese as much as he did that he would turn into a mouse; maybe she was right!

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#123 :: July 9th, 2010 @ 2:55 PM

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#124 :: July 9th, 2010 @ 3:31 PM

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I'm writing your commission right now. Question for her: in her necklace, is that an emerald, peridot, or something else? I'd like to get her description as accurate as possible.

Oh, and as a heads up, I'll probably be leaning more toward romance than comedy for this. I have a good idea. (Well, in my biased opinion, I have a good idea.)

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#125 :: July 9th, 2010 @ 6:03 PM

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@ shoot, I'm not really sure. It's the same stone as the ones embedded along her spine(she's a celinox). But sure, peridot is my birthstone, so lets go with that. C:

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#126 :: July 9th, 2010 @ 6:24 PM

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Peridots are my birthstone too. *makes the change*

And I'm done with Juniper Lynn's story. It's a smidge longer than you asked, but it's still only 599 words. Please let me know if you'd like any changes to be made!

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Peter, a small Mechanicat, ran around excitedly on the floor.

“Hey, now! Stop that.” Juniper Lynn’s light voice chastised the pet. She could never truly be upset with the pet, given his sentimental value.

Her childhood friend, a charming, sweet boy named Albertson, had made Peter for her. Using the best steam technology available at the time, he built the pet, knowing Juniper Lynn’s love of cats, but her allergy had prevented her from owning one herself.

She sighed softly. Remembering the kind boy made her heart ache. His wealthy parents had moved to the big city, splitting up their friendship. She hadn’t heard from him in years.

But tonight was not a night to be concerned about the past! Glancing in the mirror, she twisted this way and that, making sure her look was just right. Her forest green dress fell in beautiful pleats below her brown corset. The pale pattern on her tan tights complemented the dress, and her black ankle boots were perfectly shiny. Adjusting her peridot necklace to be centered on her clavicle, Juniper Lynn was convinced that she looked good enough to go to the ball and be among the finest.

She smeared a light-colored lip gloss on her lips, and was ready to go. “Come on, Peter!” she said to the Mechanicat. Just as excited as she was, the eager pet pranced after her.

They entered the grand ballroom for the Atebus Masquerade dance. Her mask was firmly on her face, and her green eyes peered through the small eye holes. The scene before her was grand. No, it put “grand” to shame. It was sublime, and Juniper Lynn felt quite small and out of place.

Subeta’s elite were dressed in the most fabulous outfits she had ever seen. Silk, cashmere, pearls, lace. There wasn’t a synthetic fabric or knock-off designer gown in sight.

Smoothing the pleats on her dress, she stepped into the room, trying to portray confidence she didn’t feel. Peter, thankfully, was quick on her heels, and offered a constant comfort.

A pale hand took hers and asked, “May I have this dance?” The pleasantly deep voice hummed through her, setting her nerves on fire. She couldn’t answer, but as the music swelled, he swept her to the dance floor anyway.

One, two, three.

She tripped to the left and accidentally bumped into a nearby couple. “Oh, so sorry!” Her dance partner picked her up, his tan hair rumpled slightly with the effort. Now pressed against into his chest, where his brown vest and white button-down shirt smelled faintly of steam, grease, and metal, they were off.

One, two, three.

The man swept her in a wide circle in time to the music, but she stumbled over her feet again, her nerves getting the best of her. She would have pulled him down, but he seemed to anticipate her clumsiness. Deftly, he quick-stepped off to the side, and they avoided running into another couple.

One, two, three.

The music finally ended, and she tried to see into the man’s mask. Did she know him? Tan tattoos swept over his pale cheeks, disappearing underneath his mask. She leaned forward to try to get a better look, when he stopped her with a hand on her upper arm.

“I recognized Peter, Juni,” he said softly.

The nickname that he had been so fond of using. Could it really be him? He took off his mask, and she gasped. “Oh, Albertson!”

She heart rapidly beat against her ribcage, reawakened by old feelings. He leaned down to her, and she melted in his embrace.

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#127 :: July 9th, 2010 @ 6:36 PM

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#128 :: July 9th, 2010 @ 6:39 PM

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I'm glad you like it!
Lot #4576758 is up for payment. Thank you!

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I'm working on your commission now. I just want to sort out a few details:
1. Was her mother the god, and her father the human?
2. Do you have names for her parents, or would you like me to name them?
3. Do you see Mitika as being vengeful toward the villagers for exiling her?

Last Edit by: twocents 7/10/10 - 6:26:33 pm

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#129 :: July 10th, 2010 @ 7:48 PM

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her mother was the human and her father the god. I haven't thought names for them, so feel free to invent them

I want it to be something like she wanted to help the people in the village. But she used magic and the villagers thought that she was a witch and attributed her to the bad things and not the good ones.

I hope that makes sence.. my english suck xD
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#130 :: July 14th, 2010 @ 5:10 PM

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I apologize about the delay! But, I have your story now. And that makes up for things, yes?

Please let me know if you'd like anything to be changed.

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Dust clouds rose up in the air as her feet pounded into the ground. Shouts were coming from around her, but with the adrenaline in her veins and her own loud gasps for the next breath of air, she couldn’t make out what was being said.

She knew the general intent, though.

The staff in her hand hummed with power, its red orb expressing irritation at being bounced about so. She couldn’t help it, and did her best to calm the object down. Such was the legacy she had been left.

Her father had been a god, but her human mother’s talent for sorcery had attracted the man. Mitika didn’t remember her father clearly – bits of memory here and there – since his duty as a god had often prevented him from staying with them.

Purple-and-white boots touched grass that was still wet from the morning dew. Turning left out of town, Mitika headed toward a nearby forest, hoping the trek would discourage the others from following.

It didn’t.

A large boulder stood in her way, but a whisper of words, and her rod’s power annihilated it.

The staff had been in her family for countless generations. Her mother had resided in this same town Mitika was now escaping from. Mitika remembered her mother bowing over their large wooden table, pouring magic and power recently gained into the staff, as her mother had done before her. It was the way of their family line; each sorceress spent her life gaining power, turning it over to the staff, which in turn, was passed down the family line.

The dark forest tore at her brown cloak, and her long brown ponytail got caught in a bit of ivy for a minute.

The villagers’ torches lit up the forest, and Mitika said a quick enchantment to protect the forest from catching fire. It would be a pity if the villagers’ rage destroyed such a beautiful gift of nature.

Mitika now realized she should have followed her mother’s reclusive ways. When her mother had passed and Mitika had inherited the magical staff, she had decided to use her magic for good and assist the villagers – her once-neighbors and friends – in any way possible.

However, while the others had realized that Mitika had special powers, they attributed only bad happenings to her. A child dies of scarlet fever? Mitika must have poisoned him. A well goes dry? Mitika must have enchanted it. They never once realized the good she was doing or her efforts to combat the bad.

After a particularly long and difficult drought, the villagers had gotten fed up, and decided to capture “the witch” and burn her. Luckily, Mitika had awoken early that morning to gather some herbs, and had seen their approach.

Diving through a waterfall and into a small cave behind it, Mitika wiped damp hair out of her eyes. Steadying her breath, she huddled her knees close to her chest, and hoped they would pass without discovering her.

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#131 :: July 14th, 2010 @ 7:03 PM

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your stories are always so awesome *-*
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#132 :: July 14th, 2010 @ 7:07 PM

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I'm glad you like it!
Lot #4580705 is up for payment! Thank you.

And I'll look forward to doing some more writing for you. Have fun working on your other pets!

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#133 :: July 16th, 2010 @ 10:34 AM

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I would like to commission you to write for 3 of my pets.

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#134 :: July 17th, 2010 @ 7:33 PM

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#135 :: July 18th, 2010 @ 2:12 PM

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Username: marisha-ten
Character(s): my pet DeathsAngle
Format: Journal style please
Word Count: again 500 or shorter would be nice but over is fine
Tone/Genre: sci-fi
Other Information: could you incorporate some of my thoughts and/or the quote at the top?
Price: 100 CSC again

"Sleep to gather strength for the morning, for the morning will come. Brightly will it shine on the brave and true, the kindly, on all who suffer for the cause, and gloriously upon the tombs of heroes. Thus will shine the dawn." – Winston Churchill

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#136 :: July 19th, 2010 @ 3:43 PM

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Character my pet Morphesius he is typical playful puppy
Format Creative Story.
Word count what ever you think it will take.
Tone An adventure exploring playful.
other info freedom to play with,No hurry.
Price to be agreed on when finished?

Username Marreshaann
Character my pet Thurio
Format Creative Story.
Word count what ever you think it will take.
Tone An adventure
other info freedom to play with,No hurry.
Price to be agreed on when finished?

Username Marreshaann
Character my pet Elenámíí she is/will be the Musician in the family.
Format Creative Story.
Word count what ever you think it will take.
Tone.Romantic,Unrequited love
other info freedom to play with,No hurry.
Price to be agreed on when finished?

Last Edit by: Marreshaann 7/24/10 - 5:09:54 am

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#137 :: July 20th, 2010 @ 2:32 PM

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Hi there! Are there any slots left? If so, I'd really like to commission you =)

Username: Knabhe
Character(s): Pepperoni - She's kinda selfish, really. She does love to go out to party with her best friend Drabble, who's just really sweet. Pepperoni's really adventurous and always gets into trouble and most of the time she drags Drabble into it too. And though she'd never admit it, she's really protective of her friends Drabble and Jense. < Hope you can do something with that? =)
Format: General creative story
Word Count: It doesn't really matter to me, as long as it's satisfying for the reader =)
Tone/Genre: Adventure maybe? Just something nice =)
Other Information: You've got a lot of freedom xD
Price: 1mil?

Username: Knabhe
Character(s): Drabble- she loves shopping, bunnies, little birds, partying, boys, and generally anything that's girlish xD She loves to drag every one of her friends with her to the stores and give them make-overs and buy random presents for them.
Format: General creative story.
Word Count: Again, doesn't really matter that much.
Tone/Genre: Adventure or something cute.
Other Information: You've got a lot of freedom with her =)
Price: 1mil?

Username: Knabhe
Character(s): Deacon- well, he's a pirate. Not one of those bad guys- he's got a good heart. He just loves sailing and commanding his man, who all think he's kinda crazy. He loves to fight and comes across a lot of weird creatures. He never really fights with humans, though.
Format: General creative story.
Word Count: Again, doesn't really matter that much.
Tone/Genre: Fantasy/adventure
Other Information: Yep, freedom to play with him xD
Price: 1mil?

Edit:

Also, if you're gonna write some longer stories, I'm willing to pay around 1.5-2mil per story =)

Last Edit by: Knabhe 7/25/10 - 3:27:48 pm

#138 :: July 20th, 2010 @ 10:23 PM

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Sorry about the delay, everyone! There have been a lot of storms in my area lately, and as a result, my Internet has been working only sporadically. However, I have taken notes on all of your requests, and hope to have them to you within a week or two.

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#139 :: July 21st, 2010 @ 7:35 AM

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Yay, thank you! =)
I'm going on vacation next week sunday, so if they're finished after that it'll probably take me a while to respond.. I hope you don't mind c:
But, at least you've got a lot of time to finish them, then? xD

#140 :: July 23rd, 2010 @ 9:09 AM

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#141 :: July 24th, 2010 @ 3:52 PM

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It comes in at 528 words, and I think I captured most of the ideas you had. I also used the quote you provide, though with some slight changes made. Please let me know if you'd like me to adjust anything!

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What day is it? Time gets so confusing and muddled the more of it passes. I’ll have to remember to come back and put the proper date stamp on this entry later.

Nell and I went out into town last night, but not to feed. As one of the few vampires who lives among humans, I make an effort to befriend them, but it’s not easy. They look at all vampires as monsters, not even willing to give me a chance. If they bothered to speak with me, to see the light spirit Nell possesses despite her appearance, they might come to understand that.

The others are getting restless, even the ones like me who avoid causing harm as much as possible. The humans have been getting so violent recently! I’m not sure what’s prompting them to behave this way, but it’s confusing and frightening for the rest of us. How many of their kin must they kill in every war they wage? Why must they abuse animals for their own selfish gains?

I don’t know what to make of it. Though they say vampires are monsters, many of us only kill in order to survive, and we take great pains to avoid passing on our terrible curse, our disease. But then they turn around and behave the way they do, being an active cause of destruction on this planet.

For their credit, in these many years I have existed, some of the humans are helpful. Using their intellect, they have refined the sciences and become excellent medicine men, often helping more than they hurt. I want to warn them, though, of the great power that comes with such knowledge. Knowing how to heal is the same as knowing how to hurt. But with my looks, having died when I was twenty, even those doctors that do not know of my affliction still dismiss my words, saying the youth can’t possibly offer good advice. The older humans are often too proud to consider that, sometimes, the youth see and know things they do not.

And for those doctors that know I am a vampire, they dismiss me as a beast, an accursed being caught between death and life. I understand their apprehension, but why can’t they see that my many years of unwelcome life have allowed me to garner much knowledge? I'm a warrior, a vampire, a demon who has killed many. I do feel badly about my past actions, and I hope for them to not end up like me. Why can't anyone else see that? Why can't they understand I kill not because I want to, but because I have to?

Perhaps such treatment is merely a result of their lack of knowledge and understanding. Humans fear what they don’t understand, and they come to hate what they fear. If that is the case, then it is my duty to help them learn, for failure to use my experience for mutual benefit would be a punishment on both our races.

This is a topic that requires much consideration. I think I shall discuss this with Nell later and see if I can gain some more perspective.

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#142 :: July 24th, 2010 @ 5:46 PM

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I think you captured her perfectly, and no, I have nothing to change.

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#143 :: July 24th, 2010 @ 5:48 PM

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I'm glad you like it!
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I completed Morphesius's story. Since you didn't specify a type of adventure, I came up with the idea from his overlay. Please let me know if anything is unsatisfactory!

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Morphesius shook his fur out, and then ran a paw over pieces that had ended up a bit too fluffy. Turning around in the mirror, and stretching his wings, he focused large teal eyes on his reflection and determined that he was ready for the day.

He dove out of his room and down the hall to the living room. His toys were neatly tucked away onto shelves and into toy boxes. Taking an inventory, he made sure his crew was all around and ready. Silly black kitty plushie? Check. Calico kitty beanbag? Check.

While taking stock, his dearest friend, an angelic puppy named Otto, came trotting into the living room, his halo gripped firmly in his mouth. Otto was a quiet one, but was always companionable and willing to play.

Morphesius frowned to himself, and did another quick look through the living room. “I can’t find my yellow derpy puppy plushie. Have you seen it, Otto?” he asked, still puzzled as to what could have happened to the thing.

The brown-spotted puppy shook his head emphatically, while Morphesius tried to remember when he had seen it last. He was sure it had been around yesterday morning.

“Well, you know what we need to do, then!” Morphesius’s mind whirled, and he came up with the most delightful idea. “We need to go rescue him.”

Pushing his nose to the ground, Morphesius mumbled through a mouthful of carpet, “We need to scout the area for clues on his whereabouts.” Copying him exactly, Otto pressed his nose to the ground, or as close as he could while still gripping his halo, and sniffed the area for clues.

The carpet was beginning to itch and burn, so Morphesius sat up. “Time to report in!” Otto sat in front of him, and blinked stoically. “Ah, the villains who kidnapped him left no clues? Drat! We’ll just have to expand our search then.”

Pressing through the house, Morphesius and Otto looked under the stairs, in the closets, on shelves, and anywhere else the plushie might have been whisked off to. They traipsed through the basement, living room, bathrooms, and bedrooms.

After a long morning of searching, the game getting old, Morphesius and Otto regrouped in the house’s parlor. “Oh, the poor guy!” Morphesius exclaimed, attempting to renew the passion for the adventure. “We must press onward, Otto! However tiring and trying the search gets on us, we must remember that the yellow derpy puppy plushie has been kidnapped. Who knows what sort of torture he’s been subjected to?”

Otto scratched his ear with his hind leg, letting Morphesius continue his monologue. Pacing about, Morphesius adopted a firm expression. “He was a brave martyr, for you know the kidnappers must have been after us! We must rescue him at all costs, even if it means missing lunch!”

When Otto made a distressed sound at the idea, he let out a light laugh. “Well, maybe we can continue the search after lunch. Come on.”

Leading the way to the kitchen, they noted that the food bowls were all ready out and full of kibble. And there, tucked behind the pink bowl, was the missing plushie. Diving forward, Morphesius nuzzled him in welcome. “Why, look at this, Otto! He must have escaped his captors and come back just in time for lunch. Let’s eat in celebration!”

His friend at his side and the soft plushie beneath his chin, Morphesius decided that there had never been such a tasty meal as the one he had earned today.

Last Edit by: twocents 7/24/10 - 6:55:02 pm

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#144 :: July 25th, 2010 @ 2:28 PM

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#145 :: July 25th, 2010 @ 2:58 PM

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Finished Pepperoni's story. Please let me know if you'd like any changes to be made!

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High heels clacked smartly on the sidewalk, an indication of the confidence of the wearer. Her leopard-spotted, red dress sashayed with the same self-assurance as she headed down the street. Tonight, a hot new club was opening up, and she intended to be present.

“Pepperoni! Wait up!” a faint voice reached her ears, and she turned around.

Running toward her was her dearest friend Drabble, who was wearing a pastel pink dress and flowers in her hair. Pepperoni chuckled to herself. Drabble was far too sweet, but the contrast in their personalities is what made them such good friends.

When Drabble finally reached her, she hunched over as she tried to catch her breath. “You could have told me to stop walking, you know. I would have waited,” Pepperoni laughed. “Are you excited about tonight? Everyone who’s anyone is going to be there.”

Drabble waved a hand to indicate that she understood, and then she straightened up. Still panting, they walked at a more reasonable pace to the club. After a few more blocks, they saw the line of people waiting to get inside. Bouncers stood around outside a rope, making sure no one was causing problems.

“Aw! We’re going to have to wait in line all night,” Drabble moaned in dismay.

“Don’t be stupid,” Pepperoni snapped back. “And hold on!” Grabbing Drabble’s wrist, Pepperoni pushed through the crowds, ignoring the jeers from the others and Drabble’s hurried apologies.

By the time they reached the front of the line, a rather large group was being admitted, and they decided to move in with them. “Isn’t this rude?” Drabble whispered. “We should have just waited. What if the bouncers find out? Won’t they be mad?”

“Don’t worry so much!” Pepperoni winked. “Just be confident, and no one will say anything.”

Sure enough, the rope clicked back into place behind them, and they entered the dark club. Taking a couple minutes to adjust to the sudden dark and flashing lights, they made their way over to the bar to order some drinks.

They bent over the bar to try to get the bartender’s attention, when Drabble suddenly yelped. Turning around, Pepperoni narrowed sharp yellow eyes on the man that was currently trying to force his attention on her friend.

“Excuse me!” she lightly shoved the man away from her friend.

“Pepperoni, you don’t need to overreact. It’s no big deal. He didn’t mean any harm!” Drabble said lightly, but she was clearly unnerved at being groped so early in the evening.

“Pepper, eh?” another male slung an arm around her, the alcohol on his breath blowing into her face.

Picking his arm off her while trying to refrain from touching him too much, Pepperoni glared at the drunkard. “It’s Pepperoni. Not Pepper.”

When he reached toward her again, she firmly gripped his arm and twisted, just enough to let him know she was serious. “Look, I don’t know who you think you are. But some halfwit like you doesn’t even deserve to be in the presence of my friend and myself. So back off.”

With that, she released his arm, and pushed him to the floor. The action seemed to sober him up a bit, and an angry look crossed his face. Grabbing Drabble toward herself, the two women disappeared through the crowd. “Man, I should have known you’d do something like this!” Drabble lamented. “You’re always causing trouble!”

Pepperoni laughed with adrenaline, and shot back, “If I’d left it up to you, we would have been hanging around those losers all night.”

Having raced across the club, they stopped and determined that they hadn’t been followed. They both hunched over in laughter, now ready to really enjoy the evening. Drabble shook her head as they both calmed down. One thing was for certain: at least with Pepperoni around, they’d never have a dull night.

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#146 :: July 25th, 2010 @ 3:16 PM

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#147 :: July 25th, 2010 @ 7:15 PM

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a question do you elaborate on stories someone else has written I have already asked the person who wrote some things for me and they do not mind.

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#148 :: July 25th, 2010 @ 8:30 PM

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Great! I'm glad you like it. Lot #4589302 is up for payment! Thank you!

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Yay! I'm pleased that it's going to work for you. Lot #4589303 is up for payment. I typically get paid between 1-2 million sP (or the equivalent in CSC or items) for a story of that length. Whatever you feel comfortable paying is fine.

Sure, I'd be willing to do that! Just sMail me the story or link me to a place it's displayed, and let me know if you have a particular idea for how you'd like the story to be expanded.

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#149 :: July 25th, 2010 @ 8:33 PM

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#150 :: July 26th, 2010 @ 12:53 PM

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I'm starting work on Thurio's story and I'm completely blanking on the name of the minion holding his leash in your overlay. Would you mind telling me what it is?

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@Marreshaann
I have Thurio's story done, but I still need the name of the minion, so I can change a couple of parts from "INSERTNAMEHERE" to the actual name.

And for you, @Knabhe, I have Drabble's story! It's not so much an adventure, but I think I captured the personality you outlined for me. I also made an effort to incorporate the CIs that are already present on Drabble's pet lookup. Please let me know if you'd like any changes to be made!

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A sharp rap came at the door, and Drabble stepped over piles of bags to answer it. Greeting her best friend, Pepperoni, Drabble let her inside, and quickly closed the door behind her.

“Oh, no.” Pepperoni pulled off her red jacket, and in one look, took in the living room, which was littered with bags from a variety of clothing stores. “You went shopping.”

Drabble clapped her hands together and laughed. “And since you’re already here, you might as well sit while I show you my purchases!”

Pepperoni settled on the couch and nodded approvingly at a purple, blue, and pink striped purse. Drabble put a pair of oversized sunglasses and waggled her eyebrows at her friend, who laughed. When Drabble pulled out a pair of high-heeled purple shoes, even Pepperoni had to admit that they’d be great party shoes.

Drabble tripped over a black shopping bag, and kicked the clingy pink tissue paper off her foot. “And now,” she began dramatically, “a gift for you.”

Pepperoni rolled her eyes and groaned. “That’s what I was afraid of.”

Giggling to herself, Drabble found that the small bag had been accidentally knocked underneath the coffee table. Her friend didn’t quite appreciate her love of shopping and other girlie activities, but she put up with it reasonably well. Drabble loved going into all of the stores, frequently dragging Pepperoni along with her, just to pick out clothes and makeup.

Normally, during the day, she’d sit outside and enjoy nature. At night, she and Pepperoni usually went out partying and sized up the local boys. Today, however, she had spent the morning shopping alone, and had invited Pepperoni to come over for the afternoon.

“TA-DA!” she exclaimed as she turned around, whipping out the tube of lipstick. It was a shiny pink – her favorite color – and if she could get Pepperoni into a brown dress, it’d go along nicely.

Pepperoni, however, didn’t look quite so excited. “I keep telling you, I don’t need a makeover.”

Drabble scratched her head lightly, and after a moment, a devious grin stretched across her pale face. “Well, never mind then, dear. I thought you’d want to look good for tonight’s party, assuming you actually want to get inside the place. But if you insist on rejecting my carefully selected gift, I suppose we can sit on the curb outside the building and look wistfully inside all night.”

She paused briefly to make sure her words were having the desired effect. “I’m sure that’ll be almost as much fun as actually being at the party.”

When Pepperoni let out a loud sigh, she knew she won. “Fine,” Pepperoni said as nonchalantly as possible, though she wasn’t fooling anyone. “I suppose I should be used to this from you by now anyway.”

Letting out a squeal of delight, Drabble popped off the lipstick tube’s cap and set to work on doing her friend’s makeup.

Last Edit by: twocents 7/26/10 - 7:30:46 pm

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#151 :: July 27th, 2010 @ 12:04 AM

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#152 :: July 27th, 2010 @ 12:13 AM

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All done! @Knabhe @Marreshaann - I have all of your requests finished. I just don't like to post a bunch of stories in one post, or else it gets messy.

On that note:
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Just letting you guys know, I'm not going to accept commissions after August 1. That gives you five days to get a request in, and provides plenty of time for me to finish up requests before I go back to school. (If you want to know, I'm transitioning out of the journalism field into economics.) Something you can look forward to, though: I'm hoping to team up with someone to do some forumset freebies in August or September. I'll try to offer some more commissions throughout the next few months, but the soonest I can guarantee that I can do some more work after August 1 is in December.

And while I'm waiting to hear back on Thurio's overlay, @Marreshaann, here is Elenámíí's story. Please let me know if anything is unsatisfactory!
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Her fingers moved quickly up and down the guitar strings while she played a melancholy tune. Elenámíí imagined that it was her fingers tracing the pale flesh of his jawbone, dancing upward to tousle his hair.

The music swelled with drama, and she could hear oboes playing themselves. They contributed a soft tune, and Elenámíí could see his pouting lips, as he desperately tried to get his way. “Come on,” the oboes seemed to say in his voice. “It’ll be fun.”

The guitar she was playing took a backseat, while in her mind, she could hear a jazzy saxophone ringing out a solo. His bright brown eyes shown with mischief and delight. She wanted to know the secret his eyes held, but as the saxophone faded out, so did her ability to get it from him.

A flute took the lead now. The echo of its notes showed her the scene she wanted to forget. The strong muscles in his legs moved in a steady rhythm. She reached out toward him, but his steps took him farther and farther away from her. Clutching a pink rose to her chest, his farewell gift, she stood in shock. Blue eyes welled with tears, and a gust of wind blew her blond hair into her face. “Come back! Come back!” she choked out, but no matter how she called, how loudly she played her guitar, the flute dominated, and he didn’t turn around.

As the flute faded, she blinked away tears that had come unbidden at the memory. She trailed her fingers down the guitar’s neck, and for the grand finale, a piano joined in with the dance of high pitches. It sounded uncertain, unsteady. The song ended in tonal dissonance, as if a statement on the harsh realities she had come to known.

When her heart had been broken, she had decided to immerse herself in music. And although her fingers were tired from playing, Elenámíí quickly tuned the instrument again, and began a new song. Maybe this one would end differently.

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#153 :: July 27th, 2010 @ 12:29 AM

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Character(s): tempo. she's a french vampire that was made during the french revolution. instead of drinking blood, she gets her energy from certain music. since the piece i want is right after she's turned, so she's frightened and confused as to what's going on
Format: i would love a journal after she's turned, trying to jot down what is going on with her
Word Count: a little short? i don't know what exactly to tell you for words, but i want the journal entry to be just haphazard in the writing, so maybe the shorter, the better?
Tone/Genre: slightly dark, please?
Other Information: you have as much freedom as you want! sophie isn't 100% fleshed out, and with this story, i'll definitely be able to build off of it
Price: 1.5 mil sound okay?

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#154 :: July 27th, 2010 @ 1:20 AM

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Wow, she sounds really interesting! I think I can definitely work with her. I'll try to work on it tomorrow. (It's late here and you don't want me writing when I'm this incoherent.) Thanks, dear!

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#155 :: July 27th, 2010 @ 1:23 AM

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#156 :: July 27th, 2010 @ 2:50 AM

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I love the story and I love how you used those CIs in it =)
Thank you so much <3

#157 :: July 27th, 2010 @ 10:50 AM

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Character(s): a couple, my two characters based off pikachu and buneary (i'm a poke-shipper xD)
Pikachu is sort of an anime geek/freak and his favorite animes are pokemon, (no duh) fate stay night, and pandora hearts
Buneary is artistic and is interested in almost every art form (drawing, crafts, writing, and music - but she can't play an instrument >_>

Format: a story about how they meet, use artistic freedom for this please :3
Word Count: no limits :3 but i want it detailed but to the point
Tone/Genre: romantic comedy

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Other Information: As for now, I have no set names for them, so you can use Abigail and Gabriel for the time being and I'll just edit the names when i actually find names that suit them. (or perhaps you would like to suggest names for them? i like quirky, unique names)
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I need to get something more from you before you close your commish!!
If not I'll die :/
Here I have 3 request. You can choose the one wich you like more, or if you want you can do all of them. I'd gladly pay for them C:

Username: FRESH
Character(s): my pet Oishii. He's a japanese food seller. Very hyperactive and always happy. He eats onigiri and ramen everyday, for breakfast, lunch, and dinner.
Format: general creative story
Word Count: as mush as you need.
Tone/Genre: comedy.. something crazy

Other Information: all the artistic freedom you want, and not deadline ^^
Price: 2m + tip

Username: FRESH
Character(s): Stephen Brennan. Ref. He's a fashion designer. Very proud and self-confident. He doesn't like getting help from others. Practically spend all his money on his work and jackets.
Format: something more like a biography, maybe?
Word Count: mm.. arround 500 words.
Tone/Genre: idk.. something that works
Other Information: same as above.
Price: 2m + tip

Username: FRESH
Character(s): Hugga Bear. His name is Poko. He loves playing with plushies and is very childish and playful. He was a real bear who has become a plushie somehow.
Format: general creative story. something that tells how he has become a plushie.
Word Count: as mush as you need.
Tone/Genre: fantasy?
Other Information: same as above.
Price: 2m + tip

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#159 :: July 27th, 2010 @ 12:05 PM

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Thanks for the commission! I'll see what I can do with it. Do you want the characters to be actual pokemon, or be humans based off those two pokemon?

@fresh
Oh, no! We can't have you dying on me! I think I should be able to get all three done. I'm closing requests a good week before I actually won't have time to write anymore. Thanks for requesting again dear!

@Knabhe
Glad you like! Lot #4590468 is up for payment! Thank you!

And I also have Deacon's story done! I based the monster off his minion, because I like to link minions into the story, and I liked that the minion didn't have an obvious sea monster sort of look. Please let me know if you'd like any changes to be made!

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Exiting the cabin, Deacon exhaled purposefully, seeing his breath in the cold morning air. Though it was an unscientific check, it seemed a nice confirmation that he and his crew had finally sailed far enough north. They were going to have to keep an eye out for their intended catch.

He paced the deck, pulling his blue jacket more tightly around his chest. A sharp knife dangled precariously from his brown belt, but it shone brightly when the light hit it just so. He intentionally wore it without a sheath, as a symbol of the sort of damage he could inflict with ease.

Yelling out orders to his crew, he adjusted the bandana around his neck and fiddled with his hat. Captain Deacon was excited! The ship moved through the water at a leisurely pace, but the crew was on guard. Eyes were constantly watching the water, and the men were rushing about the ship preparing weapons, making sure there was plenty of rope, and doing other odd tasks.

They nodded respectfully to their captain. Deacon was a strange sort of pirate. He had a good heart, and avoided causing harm to other humans. They say the ocean called to him one day, and he had answered that call, dedicating his life to sailing the world and commanding a crew of like-minded men. To be quite honest, they found him a bit eccentric, but Captain Deacon’s skill in battle was unmatched, and he had earned their respect.

“Cap’n!” his second-in-command, a bulky man who was sharper than he looked, called out. Deacon hurried over, and leaned over the side of the ship. Sure enough, the water rippled darkly, a fast current on a calm day.

“Steady men!” he yelled out. “Prepare yourselves!”

He turned to his second-in-command, a man named Miller, to issue additional orders when the sun disappeared from his back, and the monster from the water greeted them.

He dove swiftly across the deck as it placed two paws on the ledge and ripped them off. His men were shouting, but he trusted them to know what to do. His job was to take down the monster; their job was to make sure he lived long enough to succeed.

The monster dove back into the water, its light blue ears slipping in silently. Miller ordered the men to be quite, and they each listened and looked intently for the monster.

When Deacon and his crew had last visited land, they had heard of the dreaded Meeris that terrified the northern waters. It looked friendly enough, like a pet the mermaids might own. Its blue flesh was decorated with patches of dark blue, and its bright purple eyes seemed friendly and open. It was a clever look, for it allowed the Meeris to entice children out to sea, where rumor had said that it devoured them. This suspicion had been confirmed when a child’s bones had later washed onto shore.

Never being one to run scared, Captain Deacon had accepted the challenge. For some reason, his ship attracted monsters, so he and his men were experienced with such battles.

The Meeris suddenly shot out of the water, and Miller successfully landed a spear in its underside. It howled and crashed to the deck, and Deacon saw his opportunity. Running swiftly around the deck, his blue coat flapping loudly behind him with the movement, Deacon pulled his knife from belt. Leaping into the air, his cap leaving his head, he landed directly on his target. The knife plunged downward, and the Meeris howled. He held on tightly as the creature bucked and squirmed. Gripping the handle tightly, he twisted the knife, and the Meeris fell silent.

He panted with exertion, the sweat dripping off his face, despite the cool air. When he stood, Miller handed Deacon his cap, and the crew greeted him with cheers of joy and victory. Gripping the hat, he placed it firmly on his head and smiled to himself. Just another adventure in the life of a pirate.

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#160 :: July 27th, 2010 @ 12:13 PM

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I really like that story, too =) It really fits his personality ^^
I'll offer on your lot for both of the stories.