~InvaderNenn
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Seeking solaceSeeking SolaceSeeking solace
Grif curled up on his bed, letting tears roll silently down his cheeks. He was careful to quell any sobs threatening to tear themselves from his throat. No, he would suffer in silence. After all, it’s not like anyone would actually give him any solace. But Damn… He would have killed for a hug right about now.
He was sick and tired of Sarge’s shit. He was sick and tired of being seen as less than human…
God… Why had they even saved him when the tank had hit him. Why was he still here? Was… Was he just Sarge and Simmons’ punching bag?
Against h
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JudgmentJudgmentJudgment
How dare she? Who was she to pass judgment on him? What right did she have to kill him? How many times had he saved her? Omega seethed from the depths of Alison Tex’s mind as she planned to destroy him. He searched for a new host and as soon as he had the chance he jumped.
The idiot was unpleasant to say the least but he was a host. But when that damned girl came back to gat him, he knew it was time to go at least one more time. He only wished he could talk to her, tell her how pissed he was, how she was no god, how she owed so much to Omega.
But he knew he wouldn’t as he reache
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Running awayRunning awayRunning away
Donut was running away. He dashed across blood gulch in his pajamas, tears in his light blue eyes. He was sick and tired of the reds constant teasing. He was running away from the red base to the one person in this whole goddamn canyon who could talk to him.
He dashed silently through the blue base and opened the door of one Michael J. Caboose. The blue sat on his bed, back to the wall, a concerned expression on his face. He glanced over at the red and smile with relief, “Franklin! You are alright! I had a bad dream where you were hurt and I couldn’t help you at all…” Donut smiled, despite
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Dead WrongDead wrongDead Wrong
“you just don’t care about your team, do you Church?” Tex’s words, however casual, sent a spike through Leonard’s chest. Did it really seem like he didn’t care about his team…? He shook his head, “No, I care about them… Just in my own weird way I guess…” Tex laughed, “Church, how do you feel about Tucker?” Church blinked, wind rustling his black hair, “Tucker? He’s cool I guess…” She fixed his eyes on Church, “He loves you. You know that right?” Church’s eyes widened. “I’ll leave y
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- Current Residence: a place
- Interests: Yaoi, RvB, Naruto, Shonen AI, Gundam Wing, Fruba, slash
- Favourite movie: The Dark Knight, Fight Club, Boondock Saints, Endless Waltz, Transformers
- Favourite band or musician: Good Charlotte, Bowling for Soup, Danny Elfman, Trust Co.
- Favourite genre of music: Anything but Rap and Country
- Favourite artist: Salvador Dali
- Favourite poet or writer: InvaderLii, Edgar Allan Poe
- Favourite photographer: My sister, Chestpain
- MP3 player of choice: one that plays music
- Wallpaper of choice: a pic of my current obsession (i.e. Halo, a cirtain pairing ect.)
- Skin of choice: the fleshy kind that covers my face
- Favourite game: Halo 3, Jak series, Kingdom hearts
- Favourite gaming platform: XBox 360
- Favourite cartoon character: All of the Invader Zim Characters
- Personal Quote: Things are subject to change
- Tools of the Trade: Microsoft Word, notebook, pen
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