IdentityUnknown

STOP LAUGHING.

When did you meet Nero? And yes, it is. I played it on the piano when I was 5. *smiles* We still have the same piano. My grandpa was the most patient man I ever met, and the most Christian one as well.

Thought so. EDIT: Too. Much. Cheesiness. Too. Overly. Dramatic. *dies from overload of cheesiness*

Interesting...now how am I supposed to fit in here? ------ Cell XXXX was small and while she was in it, her blindfold was taken off. IdentityUnknown scanned the room for any way out. None. IdentityUnknown sat down in a corner, trying to find a comfortable position to sleep, though those were often lacked when one's hands were cuffed behind her back. Instead, she closed her eyes and let herself drift into thought...DCW...good memories...bad memories...clues...clues...clues......clues......... Absentmindedly, IdentityUnknown began to whistle. She recalled when her dad had said that she tended to whistle without knowing she was doing so. Song after song after song until she was whistling her grandfather's favorite song. Amazing Grace. (Yes, that was one of my grandfather's favorite songs) She remembered the time when she had first played it on the piano. It seemed so far away...the memories of a previous lifetime. In the back of her mind, she thought she heard someone calling her name, but by then she had already drifted off to sleep. ------ I shall set the scene...not sure what else to do.

Some of us, yes. Some of us, no.

Yes, interviews. One of the following. Have your pick: - Elementary school - Middle school - High school - College

Based on your assumptions I reached the US. ...Oh. Wait. Dang it. Interviews.

Sweet...

Of course! 99-year-old-san, you are in no position to speak if a 7-year-old acts more mature than you.

Now, let's base everything off your assumption again. If, assuming I had taken a plane to the US last night/today, it would not be considered "too early" would it? :V Of course, this is based off your assumption. Anyways, YOU ARE SO LATE!!!!!!

Bad thoughts and bad memories.

Ask Chelsea about that.

Alright, alright. Finish your work.

Can't you get a new one?

<3 @Mark: *hands over a cookie*

Fine. Nah, not really. Just me being lightly interrogated and bumping into you guys in the halls...though I can't see because I'm blindfolded.

:V *eats cookies* *refuses to share with Mark* :V Fine. *shares with Mark* I'm good. And Mark needs to write something in DCW IRL.

*bows*

I kiss my dog.

XD ...Now write. :V

Misaki-chan! \o/ \o/ /o/ \o\ \o/