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Pajayunescos ... I can not remember which. Addiction. Challenges

The challenge, to know what it is, is here.
Addiction, between 450 and 550 words. I have to write ten, but I will do the same as last time. Do not want to go on the run course.

Challenge a: 455 words: Blood +, Diva / Riku. No warning. Thanks to Blackie for the bete.

Challenge two: 463 words, Harry Potter, Hermione with Ron touches. No warning. Again, thanks to Blackie for his bete and advice.

Challenge three: 519 words Harry Potter. Sirius / Remus. Slash.

Challenge four: 476 words, Vampire Knight. Slash Pseudo: Kaname / Zero, thanks to the bete Agus: D

Challenge number one:


I looked. There, standing. Still, frozen. He looked at her with his brown eyes that bewitched his world from the first moment I saw them. And he felt the same thing there.

's expected. I knew she would come at any time.

When he heard footsteps in the hall, put the skin of chicken, stirred her stomach and felt nervous. "Nervous about what? Why?

But instead of seeing herself in the door, I saw him. He went, happy and excited.

No one had approached her and, much less without knowing it.

His hair was short and brown, wearing a sweater rather long, comfortable pants. His eyes were kind to her, brown and fun. He was ... cute.

Suddenly, his eyes shifted and she felt strange. Something that had never suffered.

Disappointment.

- ¾ You're not my sister ¾ said. His brown eyes were filled with horror. In his voice there was the kindness that had seen few seconds.

Your stomach behaved ... rare. Approached him. His lips said something not remember.

All I remember then was how soft her lips crimson substance ran like a wet kiss and delicious.

A groan escaped his lips and was melting at that time. How can something so small could make me feel so good?

needed it back now.

That other human could not interfere with each other. Approached him.

His face was transformed and sighs again felt in the stomach. His eyes were full of fear and horror.

he was approached, elegant. The smell of her reach her rapid breathing as an air kiss to caress her.

bristled skin, anticipatory. It felt so good to have him so close.

was a hunter I enjoyed what I did. Y be prey to child, after a long time, and trembling in front him was the most erotic tasted in your life.

something in her bosom stirred, gently, and he loved it. The victory, knowing that he had beaten his sister's attempts to defeat it, to avoid it obtained what she wanted.

His mind began to cloud of pleasure. The warmth of his body bumped against her as warm, touching. I could almost moaning.

He said a monosyllable with terror. And she was in heaven. Or hell. No matter, not now. I just wanted to feel it.

took the white wire that held her dress and untied. The cold breeze of the movement started, but Riku's eyes, to cross it with something shining in them, made it wet.

I needed. Right now. -------





Challenge number two:

The chest was filled with anguish. How could you pass this to him, it was so good?

His eyes moved quickly following items. The pupils were dilated suddenly, as her golden face empalidecíay her lips parted, muting a groan of horror. Why such bad things happened to him, provided him? thought, sorry. His fingers gripped the lid, brown pasta, but never to do any damage.

passed the yellow page, while his eyes quickly rose to the forefront. His body visibly relaxed, sinking deeper in the comfortable chair near the fireplace, which was previously being hard and edgy, near the edge of the pad.

He realized that his neck was too hard, but he would not move. Not the right time when ...

Oh-For "Merlin! mouth, which had been closed to change page, it reopened with skepticism, his eyes were opened so that seemed to pop out and started breathing hard.

The world no longer existed for her, that moment belonged entirely to his chair, the fireplace was a source of heat in the Gryffindor common room, and her.

closed his eyes, trying to clear his mind. Had absorbed everything around him: the smell burning wood, the heat hit him all his right side, heard the whispers of the girls gossiping in a corner and the laughter of a group of men (which were his best friends). But the smell of old leaves, very old, the book that it now rested in his lap, imbued with curiosity, need to read, to find out what was, how it would end.

not know who was the author, was so old that he was surprised that the leaves remained in place. Sighed, resigned to being the victim of an addiction like that.

returned to bring his eyes to the leaves, breathed even more deeply, the smell of the paper and ink. Search for the paragraph that had been and continued reading.

The letters were engraved in his memory slowly, Prelude to emotions so strong and felt themselves to belong to something else, something entirely his own. It is understood introduced to a world full of surprises, mountains new lakes never seen, never studied animals. Feelings, emotions and completely color created for her.

From the distance, three feet away, a redhead looked at her hand and smiled. His own vice: observing be. No thought he had seen anything more beautiful than her there, dimly lit by the fire, jumping from emotion, a sigh of joy, relaxing with loving eyes, writhing in fear and uncertainty, laughing with pleasure. Enjoying something as simple as it was read. ----

Challenge number three:

He was lying on a couch, with legs outstretched, his left hand in his lap and the right with a chocolate bar. He took it to his lips, bit and closed his eyes.

had never realized how erotic Moony when eating sweets again. And when it was chocolate.

mouth went dry. His tongue was wet and demons, but felt he had more pregnant.

Someone called the young werewolf. This looked, did not move more than that. And Sirius felt sick about it.

He said something he did not hear: his brain was dull information. Or rather, empty. But the point was that no could not stop looking at it and could hardly suppress the urge to acércasele.

sabíaa no where to put their hands, how to accommodate his legs. He felt uncomfortable in the chair. The warmth of the fireplace, which have appreciated later, I was going crazy. And if Remus did not stop to chat with whoever was talking, end up in Azkaban but not seen. Was practically writhing on the cushion.

The boy turned away and Remus to concentrate on his chocolate. Now his fingers were smeared by the sweet, but he did not care much. What I do not care (and could not see) was like the werewolf in the room she shared licking sweet that he got to the sides of the mouth.

nailed his fingers into the arms of sillóny felt a twinge there. Do Moony wanted to go insane? She twisted her legs to hide it. The temperature his body was raised, but nothing mattered more than the pink tongue that ran eager lips of his friend.

That, Sirius, your friend, nothing more. thought desperately. What the hell was happening?

bar was completed and closed his eyes in ecstasy. And he felt dizzy, wanting to see this face near it, blushing, with swollen lips and bright eyes. Shit.

Remus looked at his fingers and noticed brown spots on them. He shrugged and took the index to his lips, slowly. A Padfood seemed like an eternity. A very long and endless, that killed him. The tip of the tip disappeared into the mouth of his friend, who walked softly, so gently that he could not breathe.

It took another and licked at the same or more intensity than before (or so I saw him in his situation.) And then the thumb, which was more stained than the other two.

A muffled moan escaped her lips, as James, sitting over there playing wizard chess with Peter, looked strange, but not worried. He made no comment to save his best friend erotic torture he suffered. Cursed.

took his things, annoying. She was not dying and Remus looked at him. In a rage, went to the stairs, with a firm decision to take a cold shower.

While a chocolate eyes followed him, mocking.

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Challenge Four:

He looked

from below. He was always there, looking anywhere but all at once. The melancholy that adorned his face made him wonder a million things.

was always like: breathing became deeper, overshadowed his eyes slowly, his face losing more and more color, her hair turned a plane is always lively around, his hands clenched to the sides and sometimes even scratched the old glass that separated him from the world as if to escape its virtual prison, where he had been confined.

Everything was changing, always at that hour, minutes before sunset.

Just when wearing the uniform of the Night Class, ready to play its part.

was as if his mind and body to become something more, it became sadness, hopelessness and pain . It was a collage deep fear, hidden and embedded in his chest, which ran an endless road and timely, which overflowed its skin, was etched on his body.

And he was down there, silent witness to the pain of one who was hating. But could not.

knew her body twitched whenever he saw that his soul was troubled in advance, fearing the reasons. Before

doubted the consequences of those changes. But not used to that grief which filled a body, which became small for so much grief.

He felt uncomfortable, every time I went that time. Because intrusive thought something was not understood. The clothes became meaningless cloth, trees lost color, the walls became old, the air was heavy, wet with tears that none of them had ; an

allowed to spill and wanted to leave, but he was chained. And I wanted to yell to stop, he should not suffer like this, but his throat was empty of vocal cords and lungs lost in air. And I wanted to show that there were many things for which to smile, because veíay felt. And I wanted to say I was not alone, although they believed, he knew he was there, dying drowned in horrible things. And I wanted to show that you could always be worse, but did not feel the strength to do it.

Because, many times, he also wanted to stand there and feel so to understand. But I knew it was not necessary, because it was suffering.

Suddenly, the dull brown eyes locked on hers. He felt no clothes, no air and no strength. It was like without a spear running through it from head to foot, slowly. And a long, hard feeling to be exposed as a violator of something so intimate.

patient was believed, related to something he did not want. It was like an addiction which could not escape, and they did not want.

Then climb the other

Shingles On The Breast

Pajayunescos

Perhaps no one noticed the little fact that ... I HAVE A LAYOUT! Yeah, ladies and gentlemen, I have a very nice lay. My dear Diva, Blood +, and a nice phrase ... Cyclothymic Queen. What is not lindoooo?

Vale, but now we have to jump to the most important part, how a useless in Photoshop, in all matters relating to images, has a beautiful lay? And what a clumsy for anything related to the LJ and English could put it there and it is right?

Carajos, all these people asked come to a single person: Kirsche.

What would I be without my beautiful Crucy-pooh?
Okay, I'm going to fight with LJ, but I do not care.

This girl (yes, you are quite the fart, but it takes work ...) I also gave my signature and avatar used in the forums.
Is not love?

Okay, I have to work. But she deserves an entire post with the amount of things that helps me. I love

Schizophrenic!


Regards, Ro-Ro

Mime Costume For Praise Dance

Thanks. Seventh Period, second Challenge. Darren

Since I have to write seven challenges and Monday not want to walk on the run for uploading, I'll do something fairly simple. I will upload them
As I write, and then (once you have them all), posting on the LJ of Pajayunos Good. Link to

Pajayunos: Here

First challenge: 325 words exactly, and the Harry Potter fandom, the first challenge with no name.

Second challenge: 325 words, the fandom of House MD Season Four Spoilers.

Third challenge: 325 words, the Harry Potter fandom. Spoilers for The Deathly Hallows. Thanks to Sandra for the bete.

Fourth challenge: 325 words Fandom of Darren Shan Saga. (Alice, to look the other way). Spoilers of the Hunters of the Dawn.

Fifth challenge: 325 words, the Blood + Fandom. Spoilers conversion of a chapter of Riku post before his death (, O;). Thanks to Crucy-pooh for review (but hate Hagi).

Sixth challenge: 325 words, the Twilight fandom (Edward). Spoilers for New Moon. Thanks for the corrections to Nahia ^. ^

Seventh challenge: 325 words, the Twilight fandom (Jasper / Alice), Eclipse Spoilers. Again, thank Nahia for the corrections.

Challenge number one:

pressed the grocery bag over the counter his bony body. Did not recognize where I was, but I knew there was no house of his uncles.

looked around, trying to focus. His myopia had increased further and the diopter lenses were not right, so it looked all a blur and had difficulty focusing.

The sky was growing dark, the night arrived with his dark cloak of stars and more confused.

The chest was filled with anguish. I was alone, there in the middle of nowhere. Only two departments, the rows of buildings that had the front had the light on.

The place was not dirty or anything ethyl, but the shadows made him look creepy and stalker.

Some bins, near him, he waved. Green turned his eyes so rapidly that her pale neck snapped by the movement, leaving a sharp pain in the area. Of these, came a cat with fur as black and opaque as your own hair.

The cold began to transfer his poor coat, the sleeves of which were already faded and often bent, and the shorts that were his arms.

decided to keep walking, somewhere would go and if he was lucky, end up near the house or at least in a recognizable place.

His footsteps echoed against the cobbled sidewalk. Looked around, a little nervous, hoping that something will jump up and take him. But be reproached himself the lack of understanding of their own thoughts, who would take it to him?

heard screams away. Her skin was chicken. He quickened his step, I wanted to get home soon as possible.

The bag seemed Despite increasingly in his arms, but did not care.

- Potter? Where are you? "The voice of his aunt visited the site. His shadow moved towards him.

never felt so happy to see it.

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Challenge Number Two:

The cold caressing his bones through his skin. I could almost feel pleasure compared to that caused in your body. But was not sure, I could not remember how I felt the real pleasure.

His hands were red, especially the right, squeeze the black cane with pictures of fire. The steps were silent on the deserted street, a whisper of cement.

The leather jacket was open, revealing the walk wrinkled blue shirt and faded light blue. His eyes, cold and hard, like icebergs of indifference, just looked straight ahead, his mind wandered in only God knows why. But perhaps God does not exist, as he so stated.

His breath was whistling, as always. A meow a cat was heard nearby, but he did not direct or eyes or his thoughts about the fact. He was used.

His motorcycle had run out of gas a few blocks back, his cell phone was not working and had left his pager in his office. No matter, walking made him feel calm.

Her hair, brown from gray, danced to the rhythm of a breeze that swept the buildings around him. Light, the pathetic lighting from a couple of lanterns, allowed not to crash into the garbage bags left in place.

That

was the shortest way to his apartment but not the best. He knew the risks were great, but I needed silence. And that journey it was.

It required

peace, clearly missed. Solitude needed to be understood.

His chest was full of something he did not remember having felt, or maybe yes and had forgotten. But his stomach was in knots, his throat was blocked by a stone, his tongue ached, his throat was itching and his mind was a network of ideas unlink.

He felt lost, felt he had betrayed the trust he felt fear and loathing of himself.

felt guilt. ----




Challenge number three:

He turned in bed. The sheets were tangled in his legs. I could not sleep, but he was used.

Below we heard the murmurs of the people. A scream echoed through the place, making sat bolt upright, sweating and the wand pressed firmly in your hand.

quickly got dressed and went downstairs. It made no sense to stay there, awake and full of intrigue.

It felt like a long dark street, surrounded the house and off and empty shops. It was like ... like going to Diagon Alley for that day and night.

The house fell into a deep silence, while I could hear her breathing. She picked up her blond hair behind her ear to perceive with more certainty if you could hear something.

With his robe and on, left the huge room and slipped through the halls carrying a giant staircase and a room even larger.

Your

mother stood, with a common position on it. But if you saw his eyes staring, you could see that the cold froze his face. His father was in the room and stared at his aunt.

¾ Draco, how good you got ¾ said the woman. His heavy eyes fixed on his wand, which had firmly in his right hand, then smiled quietly.

Suddenly everything became cloudy. He could not recall with certainty that there happened afterwards. Only his skin cold and clammy, nerves, surprise, terror, pity and shame.

¾ "Draco?! Answers! ¾ his beloved mother whispered to her. His father looked as if he asked you something.

¾ I do not know, I'm not sure ¾ looked away. ¾ Maybe. I do not know.

did not want say. Seriously not. I knew it was him. It took six years to see, pursue, disturb. Could recognize his face anywhere, in any comment. Even if it was swollen and red.

And while she sat in that dark alley without order or logic.

Solo. ----




Challenge Number Four:

Anyone who looked, it would be a blonde, a bit low, muscular and ready to kick ass. But nothing, ever, for his kind eyes.

Although, of course, looks do not say anything, really. Only one speaks of what we have above. His high cheekbones and wrinkled his forehead said he was serious, its neat but comfortable clothes showed her simple but elegant, the butt of the Beretta 92FS his hip that gave him power.

But she never used his power to do something frowned upon, his years in the police force and as captain of his squad spoke highly of her. But she looked at the commonalities of those who do not exercise: its face was contentment and peace, while his muscles were constantly made, alert.

Anyone who lived in that city, know that there's nothing wrong happened. And never, no one would suspect a blonde and petite, and less of man with blue cap, dark jacket and face "I've lived in a forest for centuries," who was behind it. The trust between them and the outside is paramount. Taking into account that the town still remained the basis of tourism in the area.

She, or slow or lazy, walked faster and went to the old city. Better to avoid problems, he thought. And of course, the gentleman who was still behind her like a shadow.

entered into an alley, the windows were broken and there were few, with poor lighting (even though it was seven) and had what it takes to work.

and ascertained whether the gun was loaded, pulled the pin and hid behind some trash cans. Looked, for the banks, made the mouth of the alley, to see its arrival. It felt like in the lion's mouth, but she would eat that day.

"Hello, hello, Mr. Vampcota-waved and started shooting.
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Challenge number five:

listened the sound of his footsteps on the gravel, the car in the distance, the voices of people in the streets, the chirping of birds around, the laughter of children nearby. But I had no voice.

stated the seal on his back and looked around. His eyes, so like a blue night that almost had stars, absorbed light from lampposts around him.

The Sage black cloak fell on the French city with parsimony. The air was filled with the smells that characterized Paris, coffee, lust, and women's perfume.

belonging is felt all So, the smells, tastes, sounds, sights, sensations. Everything is mixed in it and did away from it all, just a few moments. But not disappear, no, but felt to belong.

Because when it was not, I felt that I had nothing to do. Yes, the protected, but did not have with him. And baffled.

Because I felt everything inside.

He was there for her. Not by accident, not by blood. He was walking the streets of Paris for her, because he felt inside, like the entire city when he walked.

The house lights were going off slowly. I did not know how long ago roamed the small pedestrian streets, did not care too much. The murmur of the people was fading slowly, as the sailing point of consumption.

But, in the distance, shone in its splendor, the world's most beautiful tower.

The stone screamed under his feet. The city breeze stroked her black hair, making your tape loose.

And suddenly, the most beautiful sound reached his ears. I knew it was impossible, missing decades to awaken, but did not care. Because it was more red as well.

"Hagi" whispered the wind, welcoming the fall and a new year without her.

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Challenge Six:

His mind was a mess, but the pain was determined.

Since Bella had left, His Bella, had noticed many things about himself that had not previously taken into account.

Your skin ... had forgotten that it was hard. But now that she was, she felt like cement on his body, a cement and crushed him contained. That did not allow it to her.

It felt colder because it sheltered his heat before, but now ... now she was gone.

But he was going to look so he could return to feel good.

The anguish was consumed under your tough skin, pain inside him screamed a creepy way. I knew that, to mourn, I would not, because the tears would not reach to quench their suffering.

For the first time since long ago, felt he could not breathe, his lungs failed him. Because there was the smell, and had no illusions of returning to feel it.

She was gone, and made no sense to stay there without her.

The alley was dark and narrow. The voices of people crashing into concrete walls and against their skin, but was unrelated. Like joy, fun.

He no longer belonged to it. She felt empty.

"Here I go, Bella thought. I had to go with it. I could not find the meaning of existence without the ability to view, listen, to feel it.

closed his eyes and sighed. His soul (if he had) turned a cold mist in it, which caressed every end of your body with cold breath, endless.

forced her mind to go blank, to ignore the thoughts around. He asked his body would not give samples of suffering and God (if one existed for beings like himself) who were fast, because I could not bear to exist.

was the right thing. There was no good.

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Challenge seven:

felt he must go. Knew I had to walk and no matter where, just that their feet had to move all the time and it got there. Because I knew I had to go, I had to.

feet make their way, they said. As his case was. The journey of a city that had never visited, but it felt like its own, confused. But never stop, because I had to go. Not be expected Moreover, he must not.

could not run, when he had tried to do was lost and did not understand where to go. It had taken hours to re-find the trace of something in the air, and continue its journey.

did not know what he did follow but something inside his head, back, ordering him to continue. And he did, following his instinct, as always.

But instinct usually held on to something. He had been following him almost three hundred miles, but did not know why. There was no a smell, a sign that stick. So he just walked.

He felt the wind around him, but he could not understand if it was cold or warm, not long ago. Her blond hair, as wheat, rocked in the wind, exposing her eyes, black as coal, thoughtful and somewhat desperate.

not understand! Something inside him screamed, some full of reason and logic, but not hear clearly. His body no longer belonged to her mind, only to sensations.

I felt close, I knew I was close to whatever he wanted.

opened the door of the seedy bar, tucked in between some houses and old cull. And there she was, sitting at the bar, staring and smiling.

entered slowly. Gradually, his mind charged power within him, his eyes were honey, and his body relaxed.

hunting was over, finally.

"You've taken.

See! Ro

Bikini Line Yeast Infection

Shan

I am a respecting the rules (?), but larger forces forced me to turn a blind eye for a while.
Now there is no problem and since I am nice and good (???), publish three stories that had no place in ff.net, here. Pajayunescos challenges are, so do not think there is problem.
To clarify, the one shots are based on the Saga of Darren Shan (With pseudo spoilers of "The Lake of Souls," "The Lord of the Shadows" and "Song of Destiny".

There
dreamed I was a little person!
took

notion of what was happening. breathed deeply, but the air will hurt the mouth, throat and felt needles in their lungs. Inertia, took a white cold sores around her neck and covered her face.

But his hands were small and chubby, short fingers, no nails, gray, full of stitches. He touched his face, worried, and discovered that he had no nose ... or eyelids. He had no ears! There was hair, but seams and scars.

Scars! He looked at his fingers, had no! Well, yes, he had, but not in the buds.

What had happened?! Through the tender Charna!

deep breath. He was not a barbarian. Would not be screaming like a madman, or howl for not knowing something. He was reasonable.

Well, what happened? He asked. Think, think.

One little person! It was a little person ... why? Desmond had told how they were doing, how he was doing. But ... Why him? What had I done? He had never revealed to their traditions, he felt no guilt for anything made in the past, had committed no sin, no ...

.

deep breath. He sat down, or tried to, because his head hit against the lid of his coffin. On Friday! What else would happen?

touched his head and found that she had no scars, no wires, had hair, her soft blond hair, had a nose. His ears! He had never realized how much he liked on his skin.

His fingers were long and thin. Focused on the eye and blinked, trying to see his scars. His eyelids!

for Garner hairs! I dreamed I was a little person! ---

always is twisted on itself. I wanted to run, catch and retrieve all that was lost. The world collapsing around them, forever! Since he had declared as someone dear to him.

But he walked away in a dark hallway she could not quite understand, with red eyes focused on it, bloodthirsty, with purple skin, black and blue, with red hair, by the amount of blood in his veins had and stomach.

He tried to wait, but something drove him away from her. I knew I should be so, that their own failings prevent it from the him. He would protect her forever, as she had followed in the shadows. Would always be the one to the other, and that even the Vapaneces could separate them, nor the strange customs of the people of her boyfriend.

But she knew he would not always be with her (she would go first, into the bowels of Charna!), Which would call obligations. As always.

felt the salty liquid running down his cheeks, harassed as if he were trying to catch Vampcota. He touched his face, to dry. Darren should not see her hurt and crying, as she had a name plant killer (how Darren had laughed about it, when they were young!). But the tears, they were always clear, were now crimson.

moaned, not knowing why. It felt like the night he had gone to eat at home, for Christmas. Scared, as the girl who had ceased to be a long time, and cheerful, for the love they felt about him.

And he knew that he soon would.

But despite Darren Shan away from this dark hallway she could not get through, even though Alice is to be harassed wake up, although the penalties brought with her boyfriend were heavier than his honor, she always try to cross that aisle and give her hand.

always be for him. ----

Lord

air gently moving her hair. I felt the moving of the wings on the sides, faintly. The scales of the animal were slippery, but he was standing on them, imposing and arrogant.

felt hatred, anger run inside. The need for revenge, blood and screams go their veins. In his mind, there was no other thought that pay anybody to stand in his way, who dared to challenge him, who was wounded in the past. Then again, gloating about it to his father and avoid disappointment Evanna looks. Because

always the case.

ignored what he felt. Doing so would only bring trouble.

He who worships you, it would look like the best of Kings, the greatest of emperors. And he behaved like one.

looked at the animal and ordered him to hurry, there was no time delays. The green wings shook violently and moved faster. A smile filled of pride and arrogance is embodied in its white face, his eyes expressive brown respect, now red, and stopped again, with a vacuum halo insane. Loco

pain, revenge, fear, hatred. Radiated anger and spite.

closed his fist, digging his nails into the palms thick.

ordered the animal down.

The spectral world that dominated what was insane.

animal jumped out of grace and strength. Who looked, would elegance, strength and power. He had the power, I felt in the flesh, through his bones.

Nobody else was with him all died in their hands, because of him, for him. Not needed.

He was Lord of Shadows.

.

quickly stood up, panting. Harckat beside her, motionless and with their spectral dull green eyes staring at the sky, a sign that he slept peacefully. Larten was on the other hand, under a tree, covered with his red cape. And Lady Evanna looked at him with pity.

He would be the Lord of Shadows.



---- You know, nothing is mine. In fact, feelings and situations, nothing more. Kurdish, Debbie and Darren are owned by Darren Shan.


Ok, I love this Saga. And it matters little whether you believe me mad or something, but I'm in love. Of the characters, Darren, to Madame Octa!
thank all the Gods have found. Although I ate a challenge for "privacy," I do not care. Worthwhile.

to death sandra Triumphant!



On the other hand, classes started back, so I will be busy, not out of the world, but something screwed up.
See you there.

How Many Hours Of Sleep Should A 6th Grader Get?

Rochy can also be

I'ma curious person and I know.
circling the LJ of my

kirscheh aka Crucio, I came across this:

1. I'll tell you why I added to my f-list.
2. Will associate you with something.
3. I'll tell you something I like about you.
4. I'll explain a memory that I keep
5. You will relate to a character or pairing.
6. I'll ask you something I always wanted to know about you.
7. I'll tell you which of your userpics more like it.
8. In return, post this in your LJ.

One of the conditions is to post LJ itself.
As I doubt someone passes, I'll post it. Diran "What has to do ?"... well, I'm not good questions and I will get back to who I see is a kind soul and leave no thought here. = D I know you are good, people.
Good good ... I do not know, but something.

See you in another post. Ro-Ro