IdentityUnknown

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That's what he said. :V

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Of course you should show them. If you don't write then you can't get better at writing and if you don't show them, how are you to improve?

*steals* I've never had good chocolate chip pancakes. The one they served on campus was horrible.

They... *glances at certain people* Ugh. Can't stand them sometimes. Makeup = bad. I don't understand why girls like it so much. Some barely know how to apply it... *looks at girls with too-much-mascara* ...and it turns out much worse than how it would look without. I mean, I suppose once in a while isn't a crime, but the girls who do it every day for things like school...

*coughs* I don't know who you're talking about.

So. I slept a lot longer than expected. ...I still saw black dots. :V

No, it's fine.

:V *wonders if she should continue or leave the job to others*

*Intro. And you know what I mean.

Or will I?

*raises eyebrow* What a...wonderful password.

No, I meant it was an accidental double post. And take a look at my version. Can you tell me which one makes more sense?

I'm too lazy to post an intro. Welcome to DCW!

I'll post what I originally intended to post anyways. How'd you get my number? And the number 3 just so happens to be my favorite number. If it was anyone else, I'd call it coincidence, but it's you, so... ------ "Tsukiko. Tsukiko. Wake up. We have to get moving." IdentityUnknown woke the older girl. The two went quietly to meet up with Chelsea and Lia who looked more than a bit tired. "Hop into the backseat. C's friend is driving us there." Tsukiko, Chelsea, and Lia nodded quietly and went into the backseat of the van while IdentityUnknown took shotgun. The van roared to life and they began moving. "Pyre," Chelsea said, "where are the others?" "KKLT and Misaki-chan have my cell. They're at different locations," IdentityUnknown replied. Suddenly, IdentityUnknown's phone rang, jerking Lia (who had been dozing off) out of her sleep. IdentityUnknown took it out and looked at the number. "Odd," she murmured. "It isn't KKLT or Misaki-chan." She answered it. "Hello?" There was no answer and for a moment IdentityUnknown thought it was a prank call or a wrong number. Then, an unfamiliar voice said, "Is that all you've got, Mark?" IdentityUnknown's eyes widened. She spun around to look at the other three girls in the back, who were staring back at her, their eyes plainly asking the question. She pressed her ear close to the phone, her heart pounding. The signal didn't seem to be very good and all she heard was murmuring and something hitting something else... Tracker, tracker, tracker IdentityUnknown thought. C must have, must have...there it was! IdentityUnknown hurriedly pressed several buttons. "Tsukiko! Give me your phone!" The older girl stared at her with minor confusion. "Now!" Tsukiko tossed the phone and IdentityUnknown caught it. Quickly, IdentityUnknown punched in the number for KKLT. Gripping the phone tightly, she waited for KKLT to pick up, then looked at the driver. "XXXX Street, XXXX Lane. Now. Please."