Snape vs. Snape
*Verse 1 (Jason the Hero)
There was a time when you could not trust me.
And there was a time when darkness was all I could see.
But now there are no layers of evil left to shed.
And if he heard me sing this song, I would be good as dead.
*Pre-Chorus (Luke the Headmaster)
People can change.
People can change.
They can turn their back and run.
People can change.
People can change.
Im sorry for all the things Ive done.
*Chorus (Brittany, Luke, and Kristina)
People dont change.
People dont change.
Once a Death Eater, youre always one.
People can change.
People can change.
They can t
Greed leaned back on the couch, a small glass of what looked like whiskey in his hand. He sighed contently and looked around at his friends/cohorts and took a sip of the drink. " Wonder what today will bring," he said to himself.
Sitting a few seats down was a young woman with her nose in a book and a small glass of red wine in front of her that she'd been sipping on since she got shortly after she arived.
Greed looked up and smiled at her, " Hey Becca, what're you reading?" He looked over her shoulder curiously.
Siting the wine glass on the table, Rebecca Lynn looked over the top of her book, and stated "Research."
" What kind?" Gree
Greed was back here again, staying as far away from the middle of the library as he could, he searched the shelves, " Dammit where are they?!" He looked high and low then scurried across the middle of the room as fast as possible, " No, no, NO!" He flung a book off the shelf and thought about tipping the whole thing over in frustration, " Where is that stupid album?!"
"Greed!" A voice sliced though the darkness, "What in the seven hells is forcing you to comite such sacralige?!?!?"
Greed whipped around at the sound of Becca's voice, " I'm looking for answers." He searched the next shelf and put grooves in the wood due to how hard he was g
A young woman in a millitary uniform was having a hard time geting from point A.(the library) to point B.(HQ) seeing as she had a stack of books the was taller than she and dangerusly close to topiling over. When she was about half way to HQ she ran strait into somebody, books went everywere.
Havoc nearly yelped as a book hit his arm, during a recent mission, a retailiation of some bandits in the desert had broken his arm. He raised an eyebrow. " Whoa, that's a lot of books, they built the library back up pretty fast though," he had a slight laugh in his voice, " I'll get what I can if you want help."
"Th-thank you!" Mari studered, pullin
"In this city the roofs are the most peaceful place you can find" Becca said to herself as she lay on her back, her mind wandering back to a time when she was a naive girl who's greatest fear was failing her Alchemy tests. She may share that girls name, that Rebecca Lynn died when she and her team had been betrayed by one of there own. And now that greatest fear is herself, all the damage she could cause with some fancy wrist movements, and all the harm she could cause thoughs that she loved.
A strong spiritual energy jercked her from her memorys and her pain. Mind realing to find an atack stratigy that didn't end in explosins or death, with
Mari had just curled the last straind of hair when she heard someone knocking on the door. Smoothing out her dress/picking off stray cat hairs, she made her way to the door.
Havoc took a deep breath and held the lillies he'd brought and tried to keep calm, < Come on Jean, pull yourself together, this isn't your first date.....It's the first date where I haven't asked. DOH!> He straightened as the door opened. " You look great." < JACK POT!>
"Thank you. You do too. Are those for me?" she asked, gesturing to the Lillies, mentaly kicking herself
Havoc nodded and held them out to her, " I thought you'd like them better than roses." ^^ He he
SNAKES
When I when to war I wasnt afraid of much but when I got home from it I had one fear, that is still with me
SNAKES!!!!!
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Mail call had been late in coming. In fact, we hadnt had any mail in well over three months. And so despite the fact that it was nearing dark I was sitting in my tent, reading letters from my girl. But three different voices calling my name disturbed my revere.
Maes! Maes! were are you buddy? One voice called from directly in front of the tent as I poked my head though the flap.
There he is!