The Twilight Angels

OOC: your name is Issaro.

 

"yay sandwich,"said umaro

 

"hehe" i said trying to conceal it

 

"conceal wat,"said Aumaro

 

OOC: Thanxie.

BIC: Issaro walked down a road, looking for someplace where he could get out of sight. He had a privacy thing going on.

 

"um nothing" i said nervously hiding a cookie.

 

"i smell a cookie u hiding it from me,"said aumaro

 

OOC: Just to mention, Issaro refers to himself in the third person. Meaning he goes by narrating himself.

BIC: Issaro found a small building and walked inside. He was cold, and he smelled cookies for some reason.

 

"no" i said as i quickly shove the cookie into my mouth "see nothing" i said with crumbs coming out of my mouth.

 

OOC: Now Issaro will refer to himself in first person.

BIC: I sniffed the air. It smelled of chocolate chips and oatmeal cookies. I smiled and let my face turn red. "I wish I weren't such a cookie junkie." I said.

OOC: Ooh, Riku Terra, you double posted!

 

"that was my cookie grrrrrrrrr ,"said aumaro getting his guns out

 

I drifted towards the place where the cookies were coming from. I got some from the stairs, but it was stronger in the kitchen. So I went in, killed the baker, and made the cookies myself, eating the dough along with it.

 

ooc:lolllllllllllllllllllllllllllllllll

 

OOC: Nobody touches MY cookies!

 

"yes i hear it go up there first,"said aumaro

 

i quickly knock the guns out of Aumaro's hands and take the guns "haha now the cookies are mine"

 

I pulled out the 80th rack of cookies out of the oven and began scarfing them down. They burned my throat, but I hardly ever care about that.

 

"Who's there" i said as i walk up to the kitchen with Aumaro's guns in my hand

 

aumaro then slit is wrist with his kunai grabed the gun and aimed it at his head

 

"Meep!" I squeaked.