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*creeps in, arms stuffed with pictures and quotes*

I just got… a couple here… err lets see. Hmm. *flips through*

Characters are the best…

Here we go. *pulls out a scrap of paper*

I found this in Charlie’s journal. She’s quite the poet.

Eyes. Souls. Broken hearts.
People. Walking. Talking. Moving.
They are living coffins. Cages, holding back a bird. Whispering. Breathing. Barely.
Sometimes I wonder if it’s too late. Sometimes I wonder if the bird has suffocated beneath the facade of feigned smiles and sappy goodness. Smothered by despair. Everyone talks. But you have to listen. Listen to their eyes. Listen to their soul. Listen to the beat of their broken heart.
Darling, this is life.
This is humanity.
Everyone has a broken heart.

And then. Hmm. Aha. Zeb’s attempt:

Reagan nods. “Yep. And went into training myself. I plan to be a military engineer. There is such a need for good equipment. Both for spy and on the ground and in the air. I’ve got a whole notebook of stuff. Ready to change the world!” he grins.
What a great impression he is making. But then if I said that I wanted to change the world, it might come across as stupid and sappy too. Or maybe if I growl it, it wouldn’t. I should try that. A deep resounding, The world is dark and needs light. Well… that’s cliched. Maybe: The world stinks and needs… air freshener?
Well.
This is why I’m not a poet.

On a side note… Kari are you okay? @kari-karast I haven’t been around here for a while but… *coughs* You sure look different. 😛 😉

@lrc Oooh a wandering minstrel. I’m already intrigued. And then when I read the quotes… sounds really interesting!

@edmund-lloyd-fletcher Oh my. XD XD I love it.

@kayla-skywriter Wow… just wow. Your story sounds heart-wrenching. *sniffs*

*reads it again*

*sniffs*

@countryboy77 What about you? Do you have anything up your sleeve?