05-22-2011, 11:05 PM
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| Mooncalf
Join Date: Jan 2010 Location: Pawnee
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Hogwarts RPG Name: Brooks Robertser Gryffindor Graduated | Ern's Walmart Greeter Jayce walked down the hill as quickly as humanly possible. This was NOT good. He would have been sprinting down the hill had he not been known to trip quite often. In his arms, the boy cradled a tiny, squirming, whimpering, rust colored puppy to his chest, making sure that the little guy's right paw had room. Not that little Woody could move his paw or anything anyway.. But there was no use in injuring it further.
As he reached the hut, he eyed the rest of the crowd there. What was there? Three people and a.. a cat? UH-OH. He held the pup tighter to his chest as it began squirming more. He nodded at the girls and.. Legend? What was he doing here? He shook his head, shaking off the thought and knocked on the door somewhat anxiously before standing next to the rather packed bench with the injured pup.
__________________ back on your feet again, lift your head, hold it_h i g h______________________________________________  _____________you wanna run it back but you can't turn the time, you start to feel like you're losing your shine __________________________________but the grass ain't always greener on the_o t h e r_ s i d e |
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