A tall, lanky man who was clad in a dark hoodie and a baseball cap stood in wait at an inconspicuous corner near the towering Lé Amoúr Suites and Restaurant. He held a long range DSLR camera in his arm and seemed as if he was waiting for someone to arrive.
"Jin."
Food soars overhead plummeting onto food covered children. Glazing over the battle ground, I find the red-y-brown mop of hair known as Matt behind a up-turned table sitting next a blonde bob cut guy…hmmm…where have I seen him?...well going off the fact that Matt is from deathnote…MELLO?!...
[Oh then you're telling me that I am your obstacle are you trying to pick a fight]
Not a bump, actually. An insurmountable mountain! It loomed over him, threateningly, as if seeping with hatred. He, for the first time, felt utter malice. How dare this mountain stand in his way? But how should he climb it? It's nearly 11 inches tall!
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The black space, what I can only describe as a ball to this day, floated towards me and into my chest. The worst pain I had ever felt had taken me. I doubled over in pain, hands over my rapidly beating heart. I pushed my forehead as hard into the solid nothingness where the board sat. My shoes scuffed and screeched as they ran and pushed into what was previously a floor. I wanted to scream as tears now streamed from my eyes, to take my heart and hold it to stop the beating, to do anything to take my mind off this pain. I could hear these words in my head: "If you manage to survive the trials life has in store for you, then we shall think secondly on what you have suffered today. If you don't survive, then you lose. This game was just one of many that you will fave. You will wake once your mind and body have healed from this predicament, but your life will never be the same again. The real game will begin once you wake. We bid thee farewell." I bolted up as my back arched, this feeling of a thousand needles forcing themselves into my spine. I opened my mouth and let loose a silent, wordless screech for help. I collapsed and hit my head on something solid. My ears rung with a high pitched tone and my body cramped, pulling in on itself as I went silently.
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She came to him and burried Yang Xian head on her chest. Yang Xian instinctively lifted his hands to grab those footballs but then it came to him that it would be ridiculous to do that in this situation. So he took his hands behind her, while squizzing his head more on those melons, he too tried to give her a hug but it seemed that it would be impossible considering his arm length and her chest size, but still it felt good.
"Well... You know... You want to make that party, right?"
She probably won't get up until the morning.
"Oh, it's just you, Alia."