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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:13:11 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]"What can I say but you made me this way."[/glow] Landslide[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow] Scratch Senseless
[glow=red,2,300]Age:[/glow] 18
[glow=red,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Male
[glow=red,2,300]Species:[/glow] Kindred
[glow=red,2,300]Sire:[/glow] Ravana
[glow=red,2,300]Powers:[/glow]Second-sight Suction Surprise Perception Celerity(3) Stamina(3) Shadows(3) Thievery(3) Locate(3) Telepathy(3) Charisma(3)
[glow=red,2,300]Clan:[/glow] N/A
[glow=red,2,300]Sexuality:[/glow] Undecided
[glow=red,2,300]Soul Mate:[/glow] N/A
[glow=red,2,300]Bound to:[/glow] N/A
[glow=red,2,300]Sire to:[/glow] N/A
[glow=red,2,300]Star Sign:[/glow] Capricorn
[glow=red,2,300]Chinese Year:[/glow] Dragon (Yang) Earth Element
[glow=red,2,300]Height:[/glow] Average
[glow=red,2,300]Weight:[/glow] Unknown
[glow=red,2,300]Hair:[/glow] Dark, short, and untidy
[glow=red,2,300]Eyes:[/glow] Unnaturally bright blue
[glow=red,2,300]Skin tone:[/glow] Pale [glow=red,2,300]Who said beauty is only skin deep?[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Appearance:[/glow] Scratch is slim but not unhealthy looking, he often looses weight by simply choosing not to eat. His hair is unruly so Scratch rarely bothers to do anything with it. His eyes are too bright; they seem to be a mistake in the face of this pale young man. Scratch wears whatever clothes he can find. He is usually seen in skinny jeans and fitted shirts or tee shirts with cartoon characters emblazoned across them. His footwear consists of old, worn out sneakers with mismatched laces. [glow=red,2,300]Scratch the surface....[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Weakness:[/glow] Scratch used to be too wary of people. A mistrust built up after years of neglect and abuse. He had a desire to do things his way that often landed him in trouble. Scratch has a criminal record as long as his arm. He didn't care about what effect his actions had on other people. Scratch used to be only interested in himself. This changed once he met Neske. The siring process brought about some big changes in Scratch's personality. He no longer sees the danger in anybody he meets... almost as though all Scratch can see is a person's good points. He cares about others more than he does about himself. Scratch tries not to harm another living soul. He is loving to the point that he becomes easy to use. Scratch is submissive and his innocence makes him an easy target. Scratch doesn't like being in small spaces. He likes to have an exit no matter where he is. He is also somewhat afraid of rats. He is not terrified of them, they just make his skin crawl. His only real weakness is his passion. When Scratch likes someone…. he likes them a lot. [glow=red,2,300]You will see....[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Strengths:[/glow] Scratch can look after himself physically and is learning to be stronger emotionally. He didn't use to need to have somebody to watch over him, but now he actively seeks out a stronger person to be there for him. Years of living on the streets had given him a sense of self-preservation that ensured he very rarely came off second best in a fight.... but Scratch will no longer fight. He believes in seeking out the non-violent solution to all situations. If anybody started on Scratch... he would probably try to reason with them... and if that failed... he would run. Scratch is no coward, he's just not at all violent. [glow=red,2,300]There really is much more to me....[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Possessions:[/glow] Scratch doesn't believe that material possessions are worth bothering about. He used to steal items to sell or trade but not to keep. They would weigh him down and Scratch had to travel light. All he owns is what you see him wearing, a bright blue butterfly pendant that he never takes off, and a chain with a vial of blood attached to it. The butterfly was a gift from his best friend Toshiya and the blood belongs to Seppuku. Scratch used to own a length of black leather he wore bound around his left wrist. It was the only thing he had to remind him of somebody he met briefly. Someone he will never forget. The leather strip was taken from him by Gus and thrown away. Scratch will never get over the loss of his bond with Sinner. [glow=red,2,300]Why cry if nobody is there to hear you?[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Likes:[/glow] Cake Animals Birds Flowers Shakespeare Beautiful paintings Honesty Silence Being wanted [glow=red,2,300]Dislikes:[/glow] Rats Being cold Liars Judgmental people Anything lime flavoured Constant noise The enemies of those he cares for Confined spaces [glow=red,2,300]"What can I say but you made me this way."[/glow]
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:26:00 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]History[/glow] Born at the stroke of midnight on Christmas Eve, Scratch spent his first ever Christmas in a cardboard box behind a branch of a well known pizza chain. He wasn’t discovered until a hungry homeless man decided to hunt for food around lunchtime. By then Scratch was blue with cold. The homeless man chased away the rats that were circling the baby boy and took him to the shelter with him. He named the boy Scratch and decided to raise him as his own. Gus, as the homeless man was called, taught Scratch everything he knew about life on the streets. He found that a good way of making money was to get Scratch to beg. After all, who could say no to a cold, hungry, young boy holding out one hand, and clutching a teddy bear in the other? Gus also discovered that small children could fit through cat flaps, so they added burgling to their list of money-making talents. But don’t think that Gus and Scratch had a loving relationship, far from it. Gus enjoyed beating Scratch at every opportunity. It was his way of controlling the young boy. He would withhold food as a punishment, and Scratch was punished often, usually for not making enough money. As time passed, Scratch grew up to be a striking looking young man. When Scratch was 15, Gus went out to fetch some food from the nearby soup kitchen for them both, and never returned.
Scratch didn’t try to look for him. He accepted that this was how life would be, and carried on doing what he knew. Begging and stealing. Scratch also discovered a new way to make money. He would wait on street corners, leaning against a wall or lamppost, and wait. Soon enough he would be approached by a man, usually a well-dressed businessman. The man would speak and Scratch would nod. It was easy money. Scratch would wait until the man was…..distracted, then he would launch an attack and take the man’s wallet. He knew it was a safe crime, nobody would call the cops after being mugged by a boy that they were trying to buy sex from. [glow=red,2,300]Beginning:[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Age 5:[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Age 13:[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Now:[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Gus:[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Birth place:[/glow] Of course, Scratch made many enemies. To keep himself safe he moved around a lot. The latest city he found himself in bore the oppressive name of RavenBlack.
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:29:01 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Desire[/glow] Scratch had no intention of making any friends in RavenBlack. He wasn’t planning on sticking around. The city was too dark, too unfeeling, for his liking. Scratch had decided to merely get some easy money then move on. Of course, “the best-laid schemes o' mice an 'men Gang aft agley”, and Scratch found a reason to want to stay in RavenBlack.
He met the strange man at night, in a park, whilst Scratch was trying to find something worth stealing. They had talked briefly. Scratch was fascinated by how solemn the man had seemed, and how he didn’t feel the need to question Scratch about why he was out so late, and what he was doing. His name, he said, was Sinner. They had talked and Sinner offered to help Scratch out, get him some more suitable clothing, and the price had been but a test. All he wanted in exchange was a kiss. Scratch was more than happy to accept this trade.
Sinner was unlike anyone Scratch had ever met. He seemed almost unearthly, like he didn’t belong in the same space as Scratch. He moved differently, spoke of things Scratch didn’t understand and when he looked at Scratch, it was as though he was looking at his soul. They had broken into a mall together, tried on clothes and had a cake fight. Scratch had laughed and meant it. He seemed to loose the bitterness that tinged his voice and he let himself really feel happy. Scratch had never felt so happy. The night had ended with Scratch giving himself to Sinner completely, and knowing that Sinner was doing the same. Scratch knew that what he felt in his heart was something pure, so different from the cold empty ache that usually lived there. Scratch wasn’t sure if it was love… not yet… but he knew it would grow into love if he spent more time with Sinner.
The following night they had ventured out into the mall and when Scratch had held Sinner’s hand, he hadn’t pulled away. Scratch had smiled so hard he felt as though his face would crack. He was happy.
It didn’t last.
A sudden rush of people had appeared from nowhere, forcing Scratch to loose his grip of Sinner’s hand and fall back against a wall. He had hit his head and slipped into unconsciousness. When Scratch had come round, Sinner was no where to be seen. Scratch waited for him, cold and alone and in pain. Sinner did not come back and Scratch had left the mall. He had moved further into RavenBlack and he had not cared when the darkness swallowed him. [glow=red,2,300]Why did you have to break my heart? Wasn't I enough for you? Why did you vanish in the dark? Now what am I supposed to do?[/glow] For Sinner
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:30:17 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Descent[/glow] Scratch had accepted the stranger’s offer of a place to stay reluctantly. He did need a base during the winter months and living alone would be a luxury. The man, who called himself Neske, had approached Scratch not for sex, but purely out of interest as to what Scratch’s story was. The very fact that Neske had been polite and unthreatening had confused Scratch and made him change tactics several times during their conversation. He tried to be aggressive, evasive, seductive, and finally he had tried to play for sympathy. Nothing had worked. Neske seemed to know all the tricks and he counteracted Scratch each time. Finally Scratch had agreed to do some odd jobs in the City on Neske’s behalf in exchange for living expenses and of course, free run of the loft apartment.
It was a simple arrangement. Each morning Scratch would awake to find an envelope had been pushed under his door. It would contain that day’s money and a short list of tasks. Usually it would be watching a building to see who entered and left it over the course of a day, or collecting items from one of the many curious little shops that littered the city. Scratch would record any information he needed in his spidery handwriting and once a week, on a Sunday, he would meet Neske to pass this information on. In the mean time, Scratch used the regular income he now had to decorate the loft the way he wanted. He didn’t buy any large possession; in fact he didn’t buy much at all. Just magazines on art or gardening and a set of black marker pens. He used the pictures from the magazines to cover his walls in a huge collage. Vast stately gardens merged into rivers and Van Gogh’s Sunflowers seemed to grow out of the top of the Eiffel Tower. Scratch spent many nights carefully writing out passages from Shakespeare on the pale wooden floor. When he ran out of these he wrote down anything that he could recall to memory. Some times he wrote without noticing what he was writing, the words seeming to come from a deeper part of his subconscious. When Scratch would read over these scrawled sentences it would confuse him. They were often about hunger and pain and blood, not something that Scratch cared to think about.
It had been almost a month since Scratch started working for Neske. He had seen him only three times in the whole time. Three Sunday night meetings at the small café not far from the loft. Neske had never seemed that interested in what Scratch had to tell him, and even less so in the small talk that Scratch had tried to have with him. He had ordered Scratch a glass of red wine on their first meeting. It was a drink Scratch had never tried, preferring hard spirits that got him drunk fast and made him forget quickly. Scratch had sipped at it, not liking how thick it seemed to be but had drunk it because he didn’t want to offend Neske. Later that night, back at his loft, Scratch had felt strangely ill. He had hardly slept and his body had trembled. Scratch had stood under a cold shower for hours until the tremors had passed and his body had finally succumbed to the desire to sleep. He dreamt of strange faces, cold and white, swimming before him. Fingers that plucked as his flesh and hollow voices that called to him. He didn’t sleep well from that night on.
He began to avoid people, even more so than before. Scratch slunk down alleyways and watched passers by with a new-found apprehension. He no longer seduced and stole. His only thoughts were of Neske and doing whatever he had to do to impress the man. He was hungry but nothing tasted right anymore, except cake. Cake and the wine that Neske would buy for him. It tasted sweet to him now… he craved it. He craved Neske. Scratch couldn’t focus on anything. He talked to the pigeons that he shared his loft with and began to believe he understood their replies. On the fourth Sunday, Scratch read his instructions and felt his stomach flip. He folded the letter and slipped it into his pocket. He sat on his bed and watched his door, waiting for Neske to come.
Neske had arrived and being close to him had unsettled Scratch. He had felt nervous and afraid that Neske was going to leave him. Panic tied itself around Scratch’s heart. Neske had told Scratch to make a choice. Either carry on existing as he did now, end it all, or step into the unknown. Scratch chose to survive… and he knew in order to survive he must adapt. He chose a new life over his own tedious, pointless existence.
Scratch went to Neske willingly and he did not attempt to fight when the inevitable happened.
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:31:50 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Realisation[/glow] Neske told Scratch what he had become as they stood facing each other in a dark alleyway. This was how they had met one month previously. Almost every significant point in Scratch’s life had happened in an alleyway. From his birth 18 years ago to now… his realisation that he was longer human. This knowledge did not scare Scratch. He accepted Neske’s explanation because it came from Neske. If anyone else had told Scratch this he would have laughed in his or her face.
Neske gave him a flask of dark liquid to ease his hunger. It had a familiar taste. Blood. Scratch had tasted his own blood often enough when Gus had punched him in the face. He recognised the salty sweet taste but it did not repulse him. It was not pleasant, but it satisfied his hunger. Scratch knew that if he needed to drink blood to survive, he would do it. He owed Neske that much. The man had taken a great risk in turning Scratch and trusting him with his secret. Scratch knew this and he respected Neske. Scratch decided there and then that no matter what he had to do, he would adapt to this life. He would not let Neske down.
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:34:24 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Knowledge[/glow] Scratch is learning more about his new life and storing this information in his already cluttered mind. Things can get a bit mixed up in there.... 1) Not all Kindred started out as humans...some were demons...some were angels...some were errr cat people I think....oh poo...I can't remember....ummm anyway the point is...expect the unexpected.2) Avoid the sunlight at all costs. Tans are so passé this year....3) I don't have to kill when I feed... so glad about that one4) Some Kindred can communicate telepathically... how freaky is that?!!.....5) Scrolls are these umm paper things that do stuff. Magic stuff. Like one second you can be in one one place... the next it's like POOF!!!! and you are some place else... pretty cool really.6) Money... money is the route of all evil. It always gets you a lot of cake.7) Shadows. Now some kindred can control shadows and some can't. To be honest... I've never tried. I like walking. I don't want to be fading in and out all the time like I'm out of focus. 8) Blood is what we need to survive. The same as all creatures. We are no different. 9) Love... love hurts. It just hurts.....
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:37:10 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Love[/glow] Scratch had never experienced love, at least not mutual love. He did not know who his birth parents were, or why he had been so cruelly abandoned just moments after his birth. Whoever had been present when Scratch entered the world had cared enough to clean him and wrap him in soft blankets. Why they had then left him in an alley was beyond Scratch’s comprehension. The man who found Scratch and named him had not loved Scratch either. Gus, as the homeless man was known, had seen the baby boy more as a way of making money then as a substitute son. He insisted on being called Gus by Scratch. Scratch had only mistakenly called him dad once. Gus had beaten the desire to do it again out of the boy. Scratch did not feel any love towards Gus. He didn’t even like him. Scratch stayed with him only because he knew no other way to survive.
As he grew up on the streets, Scratch made no real friends. There were people he spoke to on a daily basis, but due to his lifestyle, Scratch never trusted anyone enough to befriend them fully. The only other living souls that Scratch truly cared for were the pigeons that lived in scattered flocks on the streets. Scratch admired them, and all birds, for their grace, agility and beauty. In a way, he envied their ability to escape. To be free of the chains that bound Scratch to the very streets he needed to survive. He had no pets because Gus wouldn’t allow it. As a young boy he owned a teddy bear called Barney. Gus had traded the bear for a can of beer one night when he was desperate. Scratch loved that bear and having it taken from him hardened his heart. The thought of loosing something that he loved now terrified Scratch. He decided it would be better to just never love anything again. Life isn’t like that though. This is the first time Scratch has felt anything other than mild curiosity or contempt towards another person… well… maybe person is the wrong word. He has nothing but respect for his sire, Neske, but it was whom he met first that Scratch fell in love with.
Without knowing it, Scratch lost his heart to Sinner.
Maybe it was the way he talked to Scratch, the lack of interest that became a challenge. Or it could have been how honest he was. He never hid what he was from Scratch… he did not tell him... but he did not attempt to deceive either. Scratch didn’t know what had attracted him to Sinner… he still does not know. All that matters is that they clicked on day… make that night… one.
Sinner was the first person Scratch went to willingly. For once it was his choice. Nothing was forced upon him and for Scratch… it made him feel like he had some control. They had fun too. Scratch laughed with Sinner until he thought he would be sick. His sides had hurt and he had felt like he was finally experiencing a part of… childhood. Scratch had not been a child… he had been a meal ticket.
When they were separated, Scratch had let his hopes die. He had attempted to carry on as before but there was something different about him. He took all his sorrow and pain and he pushed it deep inside him. Scratch started to hate. He took his hatred out on himself. He became more slipshod in his crimes. He almost went too far… almost let the men touch him. He did not want them… he just wanted to never forget what it felt like to be close to someone. He messed up his exits. He finally found himself cornered in an alleyway by a man with an interesting proposal.
Scratch Senseless ceased to exist.
Scratch Senseless… Toreador… was created.
Scratch still hunted, he still picked his targets… but now he hunted for blood. He was even lonelier than before. Scratch missed Sinner but he had reached the point where he knew… he just knew… he would never see him again. One cold night he met a strange, quiet man who reminded him of Sinner. And then suddenly…
There he was.
Sinner was hurt and weak but between them, Scratch and Saber… as the quiet man was called… had helped him to recover. Scratch had curled up against Sinner and slept soundly for the first time in ages.
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:38:45 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Love Lost[/glow] Scratch wanted to be independent. He had been when he lived on the streets, before he became kindred. He had only had himself and, although he was lonely, at least he was not so sad. When you open your heart and let somebody in, you always give them the chance to hurt you. It is one of the greatest risks you will ever take, and Scratch knew this. He knew he would probably get hurt but he had hoped that he was wrong, as per usual. Scratch had seen it coming, seen it coming for days if he were honest with himself. He had actually been able to feel the love he and Sinner shared... had shared... slipping away. It hurt more than anything to know that he was helpless. He had not been able to save their relationship because he could not compete with something that was a part of Sinner. He could not fight a shadow. Scratch had tried, he had given Sinner everything he wanted, he had been there for him when he was hurt, risked his own safety for him. He had pushed his own fears and doubts to one side to try to make Sinner happy but in the end, it was not enough. And that hurt. Knowing he was not enough. Sinner had been Scratch's first and only love. Their relationship had begun as a passionate one night stand but had grown into so much more. Sinner completed Scratch, made him feel happy and accepted and safe. He had wanted to spend forever with him, they had even talked of bonding but now... now Scratch just didn't know any more. He felt physically sick as he finally admitted to himself that their relationship had been wrong for a long time. Scratch had doubted Sinner's intentions because Sinner was so hard to understand sometimes. He had been pushed aside for other more interesting guys but Sinner had come back to him, just him, so Scratch had forgiven these minor indiscretions. He had let his heart make the choices. Scratch had trusted Sinner and now... now he felt like he was dying inside. A big part of him was in complete denial. He kept expecting to hear his voice and see him step out of the shadows to pull him into a warm, safe, perfect hug. It wasn't going to happen now though. Scratch had tried to make his way back to Sinner's house but he couldn't find it by himself and he just got lost in the shadows, blinded by his own tears. He had cried out for Sinner until his voice was no more than a hoarse whisper but nobody had replied. He was gone but Scratch couldn't bring himself to accept that. Couldn't let his heart give up that final glimmer of hope. He didn't want to admit defeat in the one thing he was willing to die fighting for. ”Because sometimes you meet somebody that loves you and lets you love them back. And you are happy then. You grow together... become a single heart beating in two bodies. You think nothing or nobody will ever hurt you again... you'll never be lonely, never cry, never have to cope with all the terrible things in the world by yourself. And it's like... everything seems less scary, less dangerous. The air tastes fresher, the dark is no longer suffocating. You laugh and it's different... it's from your soul. It's clearer and purer then ever before. Your smile is open and honest and when you smile, your loved one smiles back and... and it just fills you with so much joy. You notice every tiny detail in nature. The grass is greener, the flowers open just for you and your love. You imagine that every living thing is happy because you are... how could they not be when what you feel is just radiating out of you. You convince yourself that this is the real thing and then... then life slaps you down. You find yourself alone and in pain and the person you loved... the person you were willing to die for... they don't even try to fight to keep you.”[glow=red,2,300]Love Returns[/glow] Scratch had received a message to meet with a man called Nero... Sinner's guardian. He only knew that that was what the message said because he tracked down his best friend Toshiya and asked him to read it. Scratch had not hesitated. He was afraid that Sinner was in trouble and Scratch would do anything to help him. He had gone to the hill where he was to meet Nero and had waited on the cool grass until the man arrived. Scratch had felt frightened and confused and Nero had seemed wary. In the end, Scratch had handed Nero a letter to give to Sinner... a letter written when Scratch was at his lowest... a letter written from a broken heart. Scratch had walked slowly home and had spent the day curled up under his blanket... tears seeping from his eyes even as he slept. The following night, Scratch had made himself a cream tea and had had a moonlit picnic in the gardens of the Toreador Manor. He had recently begun to grow fuchsias and had quite a display in the corner of the garden that he was allowed to use. But even though he was trying... Scratch found it so hard to be happy when he was alone. A fallen bloom had saddened him and Scratch had crawled beneath the fuchsia to think. Curled up, peering out across the beautiful gardens was something that calmed the boy. He almost felt like drifting off to sleep but suddenly a voice woke him from his thoughts and Scratch looked up to see... Sinner. Scratch had flung himself at Sinner and had clung to him. He could hardly believe this was real. They had walked through the gardens and talked and held each other... and it was as though they had not been apart. Scratch would never stop loving Sinner... [glow=red,2,300]Not meant to be...[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Even an innocent love can not last[/glow] Scratch had met Seppuku months ago (in March 2007) whilst out shopping for a special gift. He had been alone... as per usual... and had had some difficulty with his money. Rather than mock him, Seppuku had helped the stranger and had treated Scratch like an equal. He had let the boy hang around him and even let Scratch sleep at his feet in a dusty warehouse. Scratch had recently separated from Sinner for the first time so was feeling lost and confused. Seppuku made him smile for the first time in a few nights. That night together had not been peaceful... a hunter had found them both sleeping and had shot Scratch... pinning him to the ground. Seppuku could have fled... saved himself... but he didn't. He stayed to help Scratch... he saved Scratch's life. Scratch will always be grateful. After that night... the pair met often to walk and talk. Scratch had a friend at last. A shoulder to cry on... strong arms to hold him... and a man with infinite patience to help him with his reading and adding up. Scratch had nothing to give Seppuku in return except his friendship... and as the weeks past... his heart. He never told the older man of his feelings because Scratch knew that Seppuku loved another and that soon he was to be bonded. So Scratch kept silent but his love grew. Weeks became months in which Scratch saw Seppuku marry and attempted to rekindle his own relationship with Sinner. He could not hold on to Sinner and once more found himself turning to Seppuku for comfort. And his love blossomed until Scratch was only truly happy with Seppuku and he wanted to just spend forever with him. Please don't confuse love with lust. Scratch never tried anything with Seppuku. His idea of love was holding hands and he thought sleeping together meant just that... falling asleep beside somebody else. And Scratch was happy despite knowing that Seppuku loved him as a brother and nothing else. He was happy. But for Scratch... happiness never lasts. Rumours can destroy even the most innocent form of love and Scratch found himself being accused of betraying his old family bond. He would never hurt anyone... it is not in his nature. But if his being around Seppuku was upsetting others then Scratch would put those people before himself. He would sacrifice his happiness for Seppuku and that is what he did. Scratch knew that now the gossip would end and Seppuku would only miss him for a short while. He tried to keep his emotions level as he confronted the man he knew as brother... but it was hard. Scratch had cried until his heart drowned in his tears and then as Seppuku returned to his family... to where he belonged... Scratch had run. Run away by himself... Gone where he could be alone... alone... where he belonged.
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:42:27 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Family & Friends[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Family[/glow] Scratch does not know who his birth parents are and whether or not he has any siblings. He has no concept of family. Becoming Kindred has not changed this. His sire, Neske, has other childer, but Scratch does not look on them as siblings. He is jealous of the fact that they are more experienced than he is in this new life and have a closer bond with Neske. Scratch would never admit this to them or anyone else but it hurts him to know that he is on the outside looking in, once again. [glow=red,2,300]The Reluctant Sire[/glow] Scratch had never intended to be a sire... he didn't think he was strong enough or experienced enough to help another kindred... and his steely determination would have lasted throughout his life had he not stumbled upon a bloody massacre one night. Scratch had wanted to run away but something had drawn him to the alleyway behind the club where a platoon of hunters were on a killing spree. He had found a terrified young boy cradling a dead man. Scratch had felt a pang of empathy towards the boy and had tried to help him to escape. There was a dead hunter beside them and Scratch knew that if the others caught this boy... they would torture him to death. He knew he had to act fast... but in the end all he could do was attempt to scroll them all to safety. It worked... but not before both Scratch and the boy were shot. Scratch of course, would survive... the boy... Sebastian... would not. Scratch gave him a choice... he would help him, embrace him, but only if it was what Sebastian wanted. It was not much of a choice... death... or life. A life as kindred was still life though... and Sebastian chose that. Scratch had let Sebastian feed from him, despite the pain it caused. Afterwards, he had taken Sebastian to his room to sleep and had buried the dead man beside the ornamental Koi pond... underneath the willow tree. Scratch had said a few words over the grave before returning to his bedroom... to Sebastian.
Scratch knew that he had to protect Sebastian, and guide him the way that Neske had guided him. He was afraid of letting Sebastian down, but Scratch hoped his love would outshine his weaknesses. Sebastian was family... his family... and Scratch would always be there be for him.
[glow=red,2,300]Broken bonds[/glow] Scratch grew used to hardly ever seeing Sebastian. The youngster had his own friends and didn't seem to want to spend time with Scratch. It upset Scratch a little but not enough for him to say anything. Scratch knew that not everybody liked his company and he had accepted that most people he met found him to be immature and not worth worrying about. Scratch was just happy that Sebastian had his own life and was coping well. It was only when the messages that he left went answered that Scratch started to get anxious.
Scratch started to wait outside Sebastian's bedroom in the hope of catching him before he left to feed, but his childe seemed to spend no time at home. Scratch wrote a letter to him in his childish scrawl and left it on Sebastian's pillow but it was still there after a week and eventually the house keeper gave it back to Scratch. He tried walking the length and breadth of the City, even going deep into the ghettos but nobody he asked had seen Sebastian. Scratch felt confused as to where Sebastian could be but was unsure how to go about finding him. He knew his childe was still alive because he could sense him but he just couldn't work out where he was. Scratch tried to find each night but to no avail.
One evening, Scratch awoke to find a strange feeling plaguing him. An empty, lost sensation deep in his chest. He couldn't figure out what it was until he tried once more to find Sebastian. Instead of the usual blurry hum of confusion... there was silence. Scratch panicked and tried again but his bond with Sebastian was gone... broken. Scratch felt his tears well and did nothing to stop them falling from his bright eyes. His childe... his friend... was no more.
Scratch couldn't go through this much heart ache and rejection again. He just couldn't. [glow=red,2,300]Rex Le Rouge[/glow] Rex was a friend of a friend who seemed to look up to Scratch in a way that made him smile and take pride in himself. They hung out together every night and Scratch was delighted when Rex asked him to be his sire. It wasn't an easy ride though, Rex had a few enemies and Scratch found himself having to talk people out of killing his childe often. But he loved Rex more then anyone and did not mind the stress and worry, however.. things did not last and although they are no longer sire and childe, they'll always be close. [glow=red,2,300]Family past and present[/glow] Scratch has had four sires since his turning. The first bloodline was the Toreador line and his sire was Neske. Scratch adored his sire but after a very happy year, Neske had to move on so Scratch sired under Moon_Shadow. He became a Sin but seeing his new family fight against his ex-sister Remi was too much so Scratch severed and sired under his best friend Vex. Sadly, it didn't work out as Scratch missed Moon so much that it hurt him. He rejoined Moon and became a Wilde. Scratch's adoration of Moon meant he unwittingly took up all his sires time and it wasn't until his siblings came to him and pointed it out, that Scratch realised he was hurting them by being Moon's childe. He did a very difficult thing, and left Moon so that his other childer wouldn't feel so neglected. Scratch stayed a master vampire as he worked out who he should take next and after a long deliberation, he asked Ravana to sire him. Scratch is very happy being the only childe of such a wise sire and has no desire to move on again. [glow=red,2,300]Scratch loves:[/glow] His many pets His sire and his Momma Pea Happy_Ending, his forever brother Moon_Shadow, his everything His Sleeping Beauty, Elisha All his close friends, especially Rose, Cee Vee Vee, Rexie, and Ace and the other few hundred that he doesn't have the memory to list [glow=red,2,300]Scratch likes:[/glow] Mr Bear Seppuku Toy Dri Hanabi Konamie Pakkun [glow=red,2,300]Scratch hates:[/glow] Nobody... and he never will
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scratch
Creature of the Night
Stratch Me, I Love Cake
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:45:07 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Scratch's Place[/glow] Home to Scratch right now is a loft apartment that his sire, Neske, allows him to use. It is on the third floor of a disused building.
The apartment spans the entire top floor of the building. There is a small kitchenette to one side, and a bathroom to the other. The beams are all exposed and share the ceiling space with various pipes and hoses that zigzag randomly across each other. Scratch has no idea what these pipes are for. He doesn’t care as long as they don’t fall on him when he sleeps.
Pigeons roost on the beams overhead. A small but ever growing flock of birds. They are nothing special. No doves or robins… no sweet singing larks. Just common street pigeons. Various hues of grey that flock to Scratch’s home for the peace and safety and free food he offers them.
The walls are completely covered in images torn from magazines. The main theme is flowers but Scratch has also added pictures of gardens, stately homes, works of art and even advertisements that caught his attention. The bright, glossy images make him feel happy. He often touches the pages and imagines that he is in the picture. Escaping into the stillness of black and white.
The floors and doors are where Scratch writes. He has appalling handwriting… most of it is barely legible but he feels that remembering and writing thing down is all he is good at. So he writes. Passages from Shakespeare, quotes that mean something to him, recipes, snippets of conversations he has had, his thoughts, his fears, his dreams… Scratch records them all. The words become entangled and smudged but Scratch can remember them all.
This is his life.
Spilt on the bare floorboards in black ink.
Trodden on and ignored.
This is his life.
[glow=red,2,300]Fire[/glow] The fire had been unexpected and all consuming. An electrical fault apparently. All Scratch knew was that one moment he was peacefully asleep… the next his pigeons were screeching and he was awake and unable to see due to the thick, acrid smoke that filled his home. Scratch had acted on impulse. He had stumbled towards a wall and ripped the black out shutter from the first window his fingers had found. Looking back… it was a foolish thing to do. Had it been the daytime he would have been killed instantly. As it was, it was evening. The street outside was dark and silent. All Scratch had thought about was his birds suffocating in the burning loft. He had taken a step back, raised his left arm to shield his face… and jumped. Scratch had hit the pavement below hard and rolled to a stop. He was in pain, more pain then he had ever experienced. He was covered in slivers of glass. They crunched beneath his body as he pushed himself up into a sitting position. Scratch raised his right hand to his head and pressed it against his right eye. His head was throbbing with fear and pain. He looked up to the burning loft. From out of the shattered window he saw his pigeons almost falling into the night sky. Scratch remained where he was, sitting on the ground, cut up and in pain, and he counted the birds to make sure they all got out alive. As he watched his home burn and his birds… his friends… fly away it dawned on Scratch that he was no longer in a position where he could just find a new home. He knew he needed a safe place during the day but he had no idea how to find one. He slowly stood up, wincing in pain. His left leg was not able to support his body weight so he stumbled and nearly fell several times as he made his way to the opposite side of the street. In the distance he could hear sirens and knew the fire brigade and police would soon be there. He knew he had to get away quickly. Scratch leant against a brick wall and blinked away tears of fear and frustration. He didn’t know where to go. It took Scratch most of the night to drag himself away from his home. He knew it had been destroyed. He just knew it. He finally allowed his body to collapse in an alley behind a bar. Scratch stared up at the night sky and wondered if it would hurt much when the sun rose, and he simply ceased to be. He heard someone walking up the alley but he didn’t acknowledge them. Scratch was tired and he hurt and all he wanted to do was go to sleep. He heard a soft voice near to him. A woman’s voice. She spoke his name. Scratch tried to focus on her face but his eyes still stung from the smoke and the fall. He could feel her helping him to stand, her small arm around his waist. Scratch allowed her to half support; half drag him out of the alleyway. He didn’t know where they were going, and he did not care. More voices forced Scratch to snap out of the daze of pain he was in. He blinked and tried to take in his surroundings. He felt warmer so he knew he was inside a building. He tried to sit up but a small, firm hand pushed him gently back down. Scratch didn’t try to protest. He wondered where he was before deciding that he didn’t care as long as it was warm and safe. He hoped his birds were ok. Scratch wanted to sleep. He closed his eyes slowly. This place smelt familiar. It reminded him of something. He smiled softly. It smelt like a library.
[glow=red,2,300]Scratch's Second Place[/glow] Scratch closed the door behind him and leant against it. He slowly looked around the room… his room. This was to be his new home. Scratch sighed and folded his arms across his stomach. He missed his loft. The first night Scratch had woken up in this room he had felt very afraid. When he had ventured out he had discovered a strange thing. The building he was in belonged to Neske… and the Kindred who lived here were all of his Bloodline. That made them family. Scratch didn’t do family which is why, after he returned from his trip out to feed, he had spent most of the night skulking around in the grounds outside before coming back to his room. Scratch pushed himself away from the door with his left foot and walked over to his bed. He crouched down and dragged it to the middle of the room. Scratch looked at the walls. The pale lilac paper would have to go, as would the carpet. He kicked at the carpet and smiled when his sneaker left a thick muddy mark. He sat down on his bed and sighed. Scratch flopped back and looked up at the ceiling. He wondered how hard it would be to fix some perches up there. For his pigeon……
[glow=red,2,300]Where are you?[/glow] Home to Scratch now is a small, but cosy apartment above a bakers in the heart of the city. He sold the huge house he had when he was bound to Tuna and used the profit alone to buy this apartment, the rest he gave to charity. Scratch also has a room in several other houses so that he can sleep over if he get tired whilst visiting. He tends to spend each night in a different house and he loves it.
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scratch
Creature of the Night
Stratch Me, I Love Cake
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:46:47 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Talking to you[/glow]
“I have lied, cheated, and stolen my way through life. I make no excuse for my behaviour other than that it was what I had to do to survive. You try spending eighteen years out there without resorting to some kind of crime to keep yourself alive. It’s not possible. Even begging is a crime you know.
I was brought up to be a thief but I don’t think that makes me a bad person. I’ve only ever fought in self-defence. My earliest memories are of using my image to coax money out of complete strangers. I don’t remember it, but Gus… he’s the guy who raised me by the way… used to beg with me in his arms when I was a baby. I don’t know why Social Services never took me into care; perhaps Gus was just too fast for them. He always told me to keep one step ahead of authority or I’d end up inside. I did get arrested a few times but I’ve never been to prison, just to Young Offenders Institutions. They are way too easy to break out of to be classed as jails.
Of course, an easier way to get money is to steal. Breaking into houses is a lot simpler than you’d think. So many people are lazy with their security and leave windows, even back doors, open. As long as you are fast and quiet you can be in and out of a house before anyone realises. I’ve even been in houses while the owners are asleep upstairs. It also helps if you know what kind of goods you can sell quickly and get a decent amount for. Best to go for jewellery because it’s easy to transport and can be melted down so in effect… it isn’t traceable. Mugging is another option but personally… I don’t have time for muggers. They are the scum of the street if you ask me. There’s no real planning behind a mugging, no skill to it. It’s just a nasty, violent crime that leaves the victim emotionally scarred for life. I should know, I’ve been mugged a few times. I should mention that despite what you may have heard, there is no camaraderie amongst the homeless. You get the odd group of people who will stick together for safety reasons but that’s about it. I’ve seen a homeless woman get raped by three guys while a group of her so-called friends stood back and let it happen. Did I help her? Of course not… Do I look stupid to you? Gus left me when I was fifteen, I didn’t bother looking for him because I was glad he had gone. We may have worked and lived side by side but that doesn’t mean we got on. To be honest with you, I hated him. His idea of educating me was to beat me whenever I messed up. He was a horrible man. I’m not ashamed to admit that I wished him dead every second of every day. Being by myself changed how I lived. I may have hated Gus but having him around protected me from a certain type of person. In order to keep myself safe I just kept moving. Never slept on the same street twice and I made sure any squats I used had people my age staying there. Can’t keep yourself safe forever though…
Want to know how I made most of my money? I used what I had. I’m not dumb and I know I’m ok looking so I came up with the idea of playing on what I knew men wanted from me. Sex. I’m not a prostitute, don’t start thinking that, but I didn’t mind if rich guys, especially drunk ones, thought I was. So I just looked innocent, which is not an effort, waited for someone to approach me then got them to follow me down the nearest alleyway. I’m not very strong… well I wasn’t back then, so I used the element of surprise. Waited until they were in no state to fight back then I grabbed their money and ran.
Funnily enough that was what I had just done when I met Neske. Looking back I’m really glad I didn’t try it on with him. He’d have probably killed me. Who is Neske? He’s my… friend. He’s the one who brought me into this new life I have. Before I met him I didn’t believe that there was any such thing as Kindred. I mean, come on… this is just horror movie stuff right? Wrong! This city is crawling with all kinds of beings. Not just ones like you either. Hey, no need to look so shocked. I know it’s hard to believe but trust me, you’ll get used to the idea. Want to know something else that this new life gives you? Family. Sometimes it’s a big family that stretches across generations, other times it’s a small family, like mine, with just a few chosen members. It’s hard for someone like me, to get used to having family. Maybe it’s different for you, I don’t know.
Anyway… it’s getting late and I have things to do, people to errrr see…. Hope to catch you on the streets of RavenBlack one night. If you see me around, just say hello. It’s been nice talking to you.”
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:48:26 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Thoughts and Things[/glow] “I love him. It’s as simple as that really. I love everything about him from the way he dresses to the way he walks. I love the way he looks at me when he thinks I’m not paying attention to him. His smile. His eyes that seem to burn into mine. It’s like looking at a bright light. I can still see his eyes when I look away. I love how he treats me… it’s as though he’s afraid he’ll break me, afraid I’ll leave him. I love how his face brightens up when I tell him, promise him, I’ll never leave him… unless he wants me too.
Sometimes he looks close to tears and I have to go to him and hold him and it’s like magic… his whole mood changes. He can do the same with me but I find it near impossible to be sad around him. It’s like… I never used to believe in soul mates… to be honest just saying it makes me feel stupid… but with him… I dunno… I can’t explain it but it feels right being with him. Feels like it is meant to be… " “Nobody can be happy all the time. I may act the fool and smile but nobody knows that inside I’m breaking. I can feel parts of my humanity simply slipping away and it hurts. I hurt. I’m jealous of other people… other kindred… everyone really. Jealous because they are everything I’m not. I’m not funny or clever or handsome or strong or talented or… I dunno. I just know that what I am will always be less than what everyone else is. I know what you thinking ’oh not another whinging kid full of self pity and hatred.’ But you are wrong. I don’t pity myself. I accept my weaknesses be they physical or emotion. And I don’t hate myself. If I hated myself I would have given up on life by now and ended it all. But I haven’t. I’m still here. I’m still fighting to survive.” “It’s killing me…but I can’t tell him…I hate seeing him with other guys…guys who I know are better than me…who can offer him so much more than I can…I’m not smart enough or strong enough for him…I’m not good enough…but I don’t want to loose him…I’m afraid of being hurt by him…I’m scared of waking up one day and finding him gone…so I can’t tell him…I can’t be the reason he leaves me...I love him…but I don’t know if he loves me anymore…and that hurts more than anything…that hurts” “You can call yourself a monster if you want but I will never see myself as one. I do not kill and I do not take from innocent people. I know I have to feed from others but I select my marks carefully. It is how I have always lived. They choose to come to me… not the other way around. I don’t pounce on people just because I can… I don’t abuse anyone or lie to anyone… if that is how you choose to exist then…I dunno it’s up to you… but you have no right to tell me that I am a monster simply because we are both Kindred.” “I am not evil. What we are.… it is not some kind of terrible infliction. If you go along with your theory you may as well say that foxes are evil for eating rabbits and birds are sent from the Devil because they eat worms. “It is man’s own mind, not his enemy or foe, that lures him to evil ways” You think you are evil… maybe someone told you that are but they told you wrongly… We are simply surviving. Every single living thing on this planet must get nourishment to survive. Do you not think that I have just as much right to survive as a human does? I grew up on the streets with some of the lowest people you could ever care to meet. I have been beaten and abused and attacked for no reason other than that I was not strong enough to defend myself. I still got through it though. I could’ve just sat there and cried to nobody and let them take my life but I didn’t because that is not who I am…I am a survivor.
Don’t tell me that I gave up to my rights when I was embraced either. My heart may be still but my emotions are still very much alive. There is absolutely no difference between how I survive now and how I survived then. It is nature. What I am is natural. “We know what we are, but know not what we may be." You should take a good hard look at how you view yourself.... If you carry on telling yourself you are evil you will bring about your own destruction.”
“When evil men plot, good men must plan. When evil men burn and bomb, good men must build and bind. When evil men shout ugly words of hatred, good men must commit themselves to the glories of love.”
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scratch
Creature of the Night
Stratch Me, I Love Cake
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:55:39 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Pets[/glow] [glow=red,2,300]Pokey[/glow] Pokey is a rather scruffy looking pigeon. She is white with black wings and a single black feather in her tail. She is the only one of Scratch’s flock to return to him after the fire that destroyed his home. She came back to him when Scratch was at his lowest. When he believed everyone had abandoned him. This small, plump, unassuming looking bird is responsible for saving Scratch’s life. Scratch loves Pokey even though she sometimes pecks him pretty hard….. [glow=red,2,300]Ke-Ki[/glow] Ke-Ki was a gift of friendship from Konamie. Seppuku helped to name her and Scratch adores his little kitten. He fully intends on teaching the feline to sit, stay and come to her name the way a dog does. He also loves dressing her up with pretty ribbons and carrying her around. [glow=red,2,300]Seppy[/glow] Seppy is a black spaniel, a gift from Seppuku.. before Seppuku decided he didn't like Scratch anymore. The dog is full of energy and not very well trained but Scratch adores him [glow=red,2,300]Spot[/glow] Spot is a polar bear.. a once cute cub that is now a huge creature that Scratch is a little scared of. He keeps him at a local zoo where his monthly donations ensure the bear gets the best treatment and care. [glow=red,2,300]Shina-he[/glow] Shina-he is a male cat given to Scratch as a wedding gift by Shina. The cat is kinda crazy, running around and pouncing on Scratch.. but Scratch thinks it's cute and reminds him a lot of Shina >.>
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Stratch Me, I Love Cake
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:56:53 GMT -5
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Stratch Me, I Love Cake
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:57:32 GMT -5
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Stratch Me, I Love Cake
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:58:37 GMT -5
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Post by scratch on Apr 22, 2007 14:58:55 GMT -5
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Stratch Me, I Love Cake
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Post by scratch on Jul 18, 2007 14:18:23 GMT -5
Updated!!!
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Nami
Creature of the Night
Do you want to try dying once?
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Post by Nami on Jul 19, 2007 8:42:27 GMT -5
*tackles* In a span of my time palying DA.. You've bitten me twice... Nyaaahhh... rawr... I'll bite you back... Ahehe... Great CS, by the way...
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:Rika Pryde.
Creature of the Night
Everyone has two lives. One we show the world and one that was never meant to be seen.
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Post by :Rika Pryde. on Sept 11, 2007 17:47:06 GMT -5
Hey sexy! ^^
OMG, the part about him falling in love with Sinner and everything made me cry! Therefore I can no longer read your cs, unless you put happy things in there! T.T
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scratch
Creature of the Night
Stratch Me, I Love Cake
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Post by scratch on Sept 17, 2007 16:56:30 GMT -5
Scratch's childe died (don't read it Rika!!) Scratch is the most rejected and abandoned creature ever... I dunno what he keeps doing wrong. Poor Scratch...
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:Rika Pryde.
Creature of the Night
Everyone has two lives. One we show the world and one that was never meant to be seen.
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Post by :Rika Pryde. on Sept 17, 2007 17:48:11 GMT -5
I'm so sorry Scratch!! *Huggles tightly*
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Driretlanish Alvara Alexander
Creature of the Night
Syn's Little Killer? Akane's plaything? Broken and shattered? Proud father of four? Fully Powered
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Post by Driretlanish Alvara Alexander on Nov 6, 2007 10:07:42 GMT -5
#cheeruphug# javascript:adds(" #cheeruphug# ") #cheeruphug# Cheer Up, I'm Back And I'll Still Always Be Here For Scratch, Even If It's Just As A Friend, I Kinda Wish It Was As A Lover Though, Dri Still Loves Scratch, Even Though He's With Craigen, And I'm sorry About Sebastian, I Know Scratch Cared Deeply About Him
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Post by chu on Nov 11, 2007 6:58:42 GMT -5
Ahhhhhh I'm sooo sorry Scratchy!!*huggles tightly*
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