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Kyurem2,262 posts
"Damn. It's a master ship." (brb)
Shaymin2,907 posts
(okay) "We'll be okay, right?"
"I hope so." *flies ship into bigger ships hanger*
*hugs knees*
*grabs lightsabre* "I'll go." *leaves ship* "Lock it Sydney!"
"Good luck." *locks it*
"I need to plant it somewhere." *runs into engine room* "Perfect!" *plants it* *runs*
*cries a little*
*taps on the ship* "Let me in!"
*lets him in* "Thank god you're okay."
"Not quite yet!" *takes off* *ship explodes into a heart cloud* "There we go. Perfect!"
*hugs him tightly*
"On Earth today would be Valentine's Day. So ya. Your welcome." *hugs here*
"Really it's already February? Thank you?" *kisses him on the cheek*
"No problem." *hugs her*
*kisses him on cheek*
*kisses her on the cheek*
*keeps arms around him*
*kisses her on the lips*
*hugs him tighter*
*lays down on bed* *kisses her neck*
*caresses his face*
"Oooh. I like." *brushes her hair*
*grabs him and kisses him*
*takes his shirt off* *looks into her eyes*
*stares in his eyes for a moment*
"Your beautiful Sydney."
"Thank you. You're handsome."
"I like to hear that." *kisses her*
*wraps arms around him*
*kisses her neck*
*grabs some hair*
"Owww... that's mine." *sits up* "Sorry I need a coffee." *gets up*
*gets embarrassed and turns bright red*
"Listen it's not you. I just needed to stop. I don't feel so well." *sips coffee*
"Okay."
*goes to bathroom* "Oh god. The ship must have been full of toxins." (I g2g for tonight I'll see you maybe in 5 days or sooner if there's internet)
(bye)
Giratina3,388 posts
(So... where are we? Guessing the ship after reading the love scene )
(yes)
(k) *Wakes up*
*goes to fridge*
*Watches the tv*
*grabs a soda*
*Thinks of what they possibly just did*
*hears T.V*
*Watches the VMAs.*
*looks in Jason's room* "Hey. Glad to see your up."
"Hmm? Oh yeah. You wanna watch the VMA's with me?"
"Sure."
*Pats the spot next to me for her to sit*
*sits beside him*
"So, whats up with you and Brandon while I was asleep? I heard a lot of noise."
*becomes red* "Nothing."
"You sure? Im fine with anything. I won't get jealous or anything. I swear."
"Promise?"
"Swear on it."
"We almost had sex."
*peeks in* "I think you guys need to get out. While I was on that ship they released a toxin. I probably am going to die."
"What? umm.." *begins to glow red, but cools down.*
"What?!?" *is concerned*
"Leave. Quickly before you get it." *goes to bathroom and throws up*
"Is there anything we can do?"
"OH ****!" *Jumps out of ship, but forgets a helmet*
*sighs and walks off*
"The toxin. The creator of zombies. Me... zombie. No help." *passes out*
*gets off ship*
*Is suffocating from no air, and passes out and floats away far away.*
(Hey I don't think we're in space)
(So where are we?)
(Some planet) "I feel weak." *appearance changes*
"I think... I am feeling it too.."
*goes into forrest* "Why don't I feel it?"
"Urrrggghhh..." *walks with a limping leg* "Raarrrgghhh."
"I... I don't know... Maybe im just hi- I mean i think i have it."
*remember tasting substance* "It acted like a vaccine."
"Urrggghhh..." *walks with hands out* "Flesh..."
"Well.. Im not craving flesh soo.."
*checks pockets* "Good thing I saved some."
"Jason... flesh..." *walks towards Jason*
*runs out near Brandon and shoves substance down his throat*
"Taa!" *spits it out* "More... flesh..." *walks towards Sydney*
"Yo... you look like a rainbow unicorn! GO AWAY!"
*my spirit takes over for a second* "Put the substance... in the gun." *zombie takes back over* "Brraaaaggghhh..."
*grabs gun and substance. aims at brandon and shoots*
"Uhhhh.. dude.. Your alright?"
*changes back* "Well done! I'm glad you heard my inner spirit."
"Thank God."
"Huh what? inner spirit... sounds so.. trippy..."
*shakes Jason* "Dammit Jason."
"Baby shaking syndrome."
"Ya he's a baby." *laughs* *picks Jason up* "Let's lay him down. He's... high."
"Yeah.. just a bit. Anyways, im fine though." *Gets up a bit wobbly*.
"No lay down." *shuts the door*
*sighs* "What is he tripping on?"
"No, im fine. I promise."
"I don't know that kind of stuff."
"Dude, he like gone."
"What?" *goes to ship controls*
*Gets up and goes to fridge*
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