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Thanks! I love Lena. Her mannerisms are adorable.
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LENA
Must be that turbulence we just hit, that was a shocker. I'll go back and check nobody's ceramic plates have shattered all over the floor!

LENA opens the door, and is immediately grabbed around the neck by the plain-clothed man who was seen during loading.

HIJACKER 2
(points pick at Roger)
Don't move. We're diverting.

ROGER slowly turns around to face him.

LENA
Look, look, can we settle this peacefully? Put your weapon down, we'll take you anywhere you want.
 
ray's two cents :

Thanks! I love Lena. Her mannerisms are adorable.
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LENA
Must be that turbulence we just hit, that was a shocker. I'll go back and check nobody's ceramic plates have shattered all over the floor!

LENA opens the door, and is immediately grabbed around the neck by the plain-clothed man who was seen during loading.

HIJACKER 2
(points pick at Roger)
Don't move. We're diverting.

ROGER slowly turns around to face him.

LENA
Look, look, can we settle this peacefully? Put your weapon down, we'll take you anywhere you want.

What are mannerisms? Enlighten me.
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Thank you! *bows* Hmm, yes I started writing this last month. I didn't want to wait for Script Frenzy. Too far away.
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ray's two cents :

Thank you! *bows* Hmm, yes I started writing this last month. I didn't want to wait for Script Frenzy. Too far away.
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When I was young I wanted to write, but eventually forgot about it because I would waste away a whole chapter explaining about the "King of Poland & his Queen," And how they dressed, their names, their childrens names, their childrens clothes...etc. And they would have like twelve kids because I loved naming things when I was young.
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Yeah... Man, I have to get back to scripting.
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Anyway, I wrote a part of my story.

A black haired girl stammered and babbled syllables as she bolted herself out of her bed, panting slightly as she felt her sweating forehead. She blinked rapidly, pulling herself out of the remaining clutches of sleep and shoving her consciousness back into reality. “What the-?” She gasped as she shook her head, her consciousness fully awakened now. Amidst her recollections, she heard a constant buzzing noise in the corner of her still blurry room. Turning her head, she glared at the alarm clock ringing jovially next to her.

“Stuff it.” She whispered to it, slamming her hand down upon the off button. Yawning, she dragged herself out of the overstuffed bed she slept in, knocking the one remaining blanket onto the floor. She stepped over a pile of dishes that was stacked next to her bed, begging her to wash them, a plea which she paid no attention to. She kicked the wrapping of a birthday present long since used off to the corner of her room and treaded to the bathroom. Opening the door, she stared into the surprisingly clean area, noting her disheveled black hair in the mirror. She sighed as she reached for the hairbrush, but grabbed her pink cell phone instead.

“Oh, Ash texted me...” She noted, flipping it open and pressing a button, directing the screen to the message. Her eyes scanned the message once, twice, thrice...

“I'm late!” The girl shrieked as she bolted out of her apartment, her bleary eyes now snapped wide awake. Her short green skirt swished against her stocking covered legs as she leapt down entire flights of stairs to the bottom, opening the door to the outside and adjusting the large school bag she carried in one fluid motion.

“Vioanary!” A grand, girlish voice caught her attention as the black haired girl turned to see a white haired girl standing right in front of the apartment building, holding her green school bag upon her back. She patted down the two red cloth coverings she always wore on her head and smiled, smoothing down her white blouse. “Late again? Ms. Liliana is going to be mad at you. Again.”

“Oh really now?” Vioanary shrugged and paused, staring into Ash's odd crimson eyes. “Wouldn't surprise me. For some reason, she seems to be rather mean-spirited when it comes to me.”

“Maybe it's because of everything you do in school? I think you just go there because of that club.” Ash reprimanded, wagging a finger as the two girls broke out into a run. The sun above them shone down rays of morning light that, as it was the custom in early summer, quite warm. A flock of pigeons flew past them, cooing endlessly. Morning traffic was just starting to slow down around this time, as the stream of cars constantly running throughout the streets and alleyways was thinning rapidly, making the journey to school much easier upon the two girls.

“I just hope that I'm not held in detention again.” Vioanary groaned as she leapt over the school fence, landing lightly on the dirt ground below her. The few remaining students milling about looked at her in surprise, then quickly resumed their morning ritual. Ash jumped to the top of the fence with one foot, and then pushed herself off, twirling her body through the air and landing in front of Vioanary, facing her.

“Been practicing Le Parkour again?” Vioanary smirked and ran past her friend, into the building. Ash caught up with her as Vioanary raced up the steps and through the door to her class room, holding on to its edges and panting slightly.

“Wow, you made it before the teacher!” A young man wearing a boy's version of the green and pink school uniform stood up and clapped his hands, gesturing to a free chair in front of him. Vioanary smirked and traipsed over to the chair, giving him a playful punch to his head. “Watch the hat!” He cried, yanking down the woolen pink hat over his blue eyes.

“I'll ask you all to watch your mouths if you don't stop it right now.” A short, youthful woman stepped into the room, her short blonde hair covering one of her piercing green eyes and bouncing with every step. She turned to face the class as she stood in front of her desk, her shining emerald orbs glowering down at her students.

“I can tell this is already going to be a fun day.” Vioanary groaned underneath her breath as her left hand instinctively reached down from the top of her desk to her lap, and then dangling from her limp arm. She brushed against the wall once, and felt a piece of paper enter her hand. “Concert after club? I'm there.” Whispering, Vioanary pocketed the note and slumped in her chair slightly.

It needs work, but I kinda like it.​
 
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When I was young I wanted to write, but eventually forgot about it because I would waste away a whole chapter explaining about the "King of Poland & his Queen," And how they dressed, their names, their childrens names, their childrens clothes...etc. And they would have like twelve kids because I loved naming things when I was young.
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Oh, I loved naming things too.
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I'd draw little families just for the heck of giving everyone names. We were so dorky.
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