My Pretty Pekins
Songster
(Good morning from meNight y'all!!!!

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(Good morning from meNight y'all!!!!
She watched them talkAlina gave her a quick smile, and though the tingles down her back warned her that Tara wasn't happy, she made no move - yet. She turned away and her eye lit on the fuel from earlier.
It really was an accident waiting to happen. "If you'll excuse me..." she said, pulling out a white apron from where it hung on the easel, "I'm just going to move some of these, they could be pretty dangerous."
She lifted about five flasks onto a tray and stowed them all neatly, caps on, in a sleek metal cupboard. The fuel she carried over towards her flying machine, then turned back to Mark.
"Hey, Mark, Lila and I were talking earlier. About your scanning device. Do you suppose we could fit it to this?" she asked, waving him over.
Yeah, so what do ya think?)( Nice!!)
(She = Tara?)She watched them talk
(Yeah Tara)(She = Tara?)
Alina turned
(mostly because @Anne02 isn't here, so Mark's inactive!!)
and smiled at Tara. "You're pretty new round here, right?" she asked, a smile on my face. "Welcome to my workroom."
"Feel privileged," Calder added, sarcastically, "She doesn't let many people in here."
"Mostly because they knock my fuel over," Alina retorted, eyes sparkling blue. Calder looked surprised at the retort.
"Didn't know you had it in you," he said, nonchalantly.
She bit her lip, it was a beautiful tasteful house, how was it someone younger than her had their own place and yet she had been living on the streets for weeks.(Yeah Tara)
“Yeah I am” she smiled “thanks. I um, I was dragged here by Mark. I was planning on asking if you....um.... never mind” she blushed embarrassed and looked away
"Asking...?" Alina prompted, moving towards Tara to catch anything she said. "C'mon, the worst I can say is no,"(Yeah Tara)
“Yeah I am” she smiled “thanks. I um, I was dragged here by Mark. I was planning on asking if you....um.... never mind” she blushed embarrassed and looked away
Accepted! He sounds cool.~~form~~
Name: Matt mathews
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Alias name: spider
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Costume: his suit
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Age: 24
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Gender: male
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Power (If a Protector): bringing inanimate objects to life. He can reverse this also.
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Description: Tall, strong, and well built. Green eyes. Blonde hair with brownish tips. Clean shaven. Wears a suit and tie. Fair skin and charming smile.
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Personality: charming. Kind. Likes to show off. Snappy at times and can be blunt. Pretty much anything with him, the rest is to be RPed
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Other: he collects animal carvings and trinkets, his suit is filled with gadgets and he hides hundreds of spider-bots up his sleeves so he can bring them to life and send torrents of spiders into his enemies. ( @Anne02 he could be friends with mark!!)
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Relationship status: open
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"Hmm, well I brought it along, so lets see," Mark started fiddling around with it."Hey, Mark, Lila and I were talking earlier. About your scanning device. Do you suppose we could fit it to this?" she asked, waving him over.
(Yeah Tara)
“Yeah I am” she smiled “thanks. I um, I was dragged here by Mark. I was planning on asking if you....um.... never mind” she blushed embarrassed and looked away
She bit her lip, it was a beautiful tasteful house, how was it someone younger than her had their own place and yet she had been living on the streets for weeks.
Mark turned around, the devices still in his hands, "She wants to know if she can stay here for a while.""Asking...?" Alina prompted, moving towards Tara to catch anything she said. "C'mon, the worst I can say is no,"
Alina glanced up, a smile crossing her face "What motivation!" she exclaimed, heading towards a cupboard full of scrap wood. "The answer's yes, by the way," she said, over her shoulder."Hmm, well I brought it along, so lets see," Mark started fiddling around with it.
Mark turned around, the devices still in his hands, "She wants to know if she can stay here for a while."