Spoilers

Who is your hero?
Tarzan!

Describe yourself in 3 words:
AWESOMELY AWESOME AWESOMENESS!!!!!!!

Favourite colour?
RAINBOW!

Favourite number?
3.1415926535... PI!!!!!!!

Favourite animal?
Beeve-coons!

Favourite sport (to play)?
Skydiving!

Favourite sport (to watch)?
Tightrope walking

Favourite soap?
Dove! Unless bạn were talking in a soap-opera TV kind of way...

Favourite programme/s?
Sherlock, My Little Pony- Friendship is Magic, Law and Order: Criminal Intent!!!!!!!!

Favourite radio station?
Pandora- I found a loophole!

Favourite movies?
Tarzan, Lion King

Favourite band?
Disney -__-

Favourite song?
At the moment,...

When Revenge came to, it was almost morning. The faint sunrise could be seen over the horizon as the true catastrophe of the trước đó night came into view.

Revenge's ngỗng chase had blinded him to the bombing of New York. Trapper's men had blown a hole in Times Square. Nothing looked the same. Bodies littered the đường phố, street and what looked like flesh splattered the wall. Revenge groaned and suddenly noticed he was tied to a clothes line.

No, not a clothes line, a power line. He could feel the energy pulsing through the cables. If he could just get enough power...

"Good Morning." a voice called. Revenge...

As requested.


She paced back and forth in the small width of her room. The other occupant followed her and just listened.
“Nonononononono! Why did this happen to me?! NOT okay! Stupid gum. Stupid people. Stupid world!”
“It's not ending just because-”
“Shush!”
The other sighed, still watching.
“It wasn't just anything. It was a symbol. I didn't want to part with it!!!”
“Becca, you're being ridiculous.”
“Yes. But I don't care!”
“Any other things bạn want to rant about?”
Becca glared at the other in her room.
“No.”
“Then we should train.”
“But-”
“NO buts!”
“Fine....

Sift sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. 
"Ari, why the heck did bạn signal them to THROW him off the cliff?!? I specifically said, to keep him down, while I injected the toxins. But NO! bạn had to screw it up!" Sift walked away from the cliff as Ari peered over it, 
"You know Jess, he's probably still alive, just hurt badly." 
"Then we will intersect him at the cave." Sift đã đưa ý kiến as she hopped into the van. 


There was a light knock on Scotts door, he groaned and rolled off his bed. There was another light knock as Scott pulled on his áo sơ mi and buttoned his pants, he walked up to it and...

SUPER IMPORTANT UPDATE
Concerning

Red Revenge, The Arrowette Series, Static Shock the Series, Ravager: Agent of Righteousness, Knights of Temptation (WIP), Daily (Countdown) Episodes, and Soviet: The Series




Overview: Alright. Finally moving outta this hell-hole and into a much nicer house. That's right, I'm moving. Not saying how far hoặc when hoặc what. Okay, maybe when. Anyways the main point is until the beginning of September, I will have almost NO time to do anything. So, I know you're dying to know what is going to happen to your yêu thích series. Well, here bạn are:


DAILY (COUNTDOWN) EPISODES...

Fang sat on the beach, throwing rocks and watching them skip over the murky green water. He turned his head to sound of five pairs of fluttering wings behind him.
"What?"
"We need your help."
"With what, Max?"
"To find him, Fang."
"Why? bạn except me to help after bạn haven't come in contact with me in three years? I don't think so."
"Why?"
"I wouldn't help if bạn were the last person on earth." Fang chuckled and stood up, turning to face Max. Her dirty blonde blew in the wind and her soft brown eyes studied Fang. Angel the youngest of the flock, knew what was about to happen, she quickly stood betwen...

Phoebe sat there in her room, she dimmed the lights and just sat there
stareing at her phone. She was scared, paranoied and to many hurtful
thoughts ran through her mind. Where was he? She placed a hand on her
soft and pail cheek, phoebe leaned on it and touched down her elbow
the dark wooded desk.

Foot steps echoed outside. Phoebe perked up, that familliar sweet
scent filled her nose, could it really be?

The metal door slid open and closed again. A tall, dark and beautiful
blue haired boy with a shiney and slightly dirty face leaned on the
cool metal. Phoebs Stood up trembling slightly.

"Sorry I was...

It wasn't difficult for Silver to shimmy her way the rest of the way across the beam. Once she reached the other wall, she gripped the beam and lowered herself. For a moment, she hung from the beam bởi her fingertips before releasing her hold.
Silver landed in a crouch behind a stacked thùng and froze for a moment. Her tim, trái tim thudded in her ears, making it difficult to listen for the shouts and alarms she was dreading. The calm murmurs of the gamblers continued.
She crept down the line of crates, careful to keep in the shadows, until the murmurs grew to talk.
"I swear, they never even saw us coming,"...

Resting upside down in a computer chair, Fin adjusted the pockets on her cargo pants for the millionth time, sighing as her chuỗi hạt, chuỗi hạt cườm dangled in her eyesight. Bending phía trước, chuyển tiếp she fiddled with the laces on her combat boots. She wasn’t happy with this outfit, but Silver had come bởi with Seb and Cat and dropped them off. Now they were all in a small deadbeat building, waiting for two other people-- Delta, and someone else she đã đưa ý kiến knew thêm about this than all of them.
Fin sighed and pulled at the cổ áo of the shirt. Cat giggled, smiling at her, and Fin decided it wasn’t her that she’d glare...

Harley's Death Song

They already now....where am i to go...
i shoulld have known,
what this world offered me,
I would never see,
i could never be

I am not superman...
but i could die,
With a touch of Kryptonite
I would surrender with out a fight.

I wish i could die with a touch of Kryptonite.
i wouldn't fight.
Not for this life...

Where do i go from here,
Life is nothing now,
what is there to fear.

they already now....where am i to go...
i shoulld have known,
what this world offered me,
I would never see,
i could never be

I am not superman...
but i could die,
With a touch of Kryptonite
I would surrender...

Harley’s stereo played an she sat arms at her sides and legs crossed.

When bạn try your best but bạn don't succeed
When bạn get what bạn want but not what bạn need

She was slammed against the wall, no damage done except to her spirits. Her eyes didn’t water, instead they hardened. With anger. Shw was distracted. She was loosing. And she never lost.

When bạn feel so tired but bạn can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

Harley shifted in her sleep, unable to do so. The loneliness she felt. Its was only an empty không gian tiếp theo to her. Her ahnds reached for Skylar, who wasn’t there.

And the tears come streaming...

*Wham* went the fist of a very large man. *thud* when the body of the boy he hit. Blood splashed onto the tường and the boy didn't bother to get up. He couldn't think. His vision was cloudy. And it was no help that he was getting the crap beaten out of him.

She sat on the building her eyes fierce and alert, crouched in a position in the shadows. A loud thud and whack, broke the silent night. Her body flinched at the noise. She blinked a moment and then stood up, another cái tát, đánh đập, smack was heard and she followed the noise.
Her eyes wandered down the alley below. A young man was being beat bởi three large...

Red mui xe was on patrol with Batgirl. It was unusual, yes, but they worked surprisingly well together. As they were going through an alley, this is what Aeronwen heard:
“Hey I just met you~ And this is crazy! But here’s my number, so call me maybe~” Batgirl started hát under her breath. Aeronwen froze.
“For the tình yêu of-!” She exclaimed, turning on the red head.
“Barbara, I will kill you. Don’t tempt me” Red mui xe growled, pointing a finger at her companion. They continued down the alley. Red mui xe saw a shadow pass over and brought out her knife. Batgirl brought out a bat-a-rang...

As promised.


Name: Corri
Alias: Bruno
Occupation: Vigilante
Powers: Corri is a master of a illusions. He knows a few carnival magic tricks and uses them in different ways. Corri can also control any personal, real, hoặc inner form of darkness. He can transport people to world he created. If he's mad enough, Corri turns into a Hell hound.
History Corri is the last of his kind; a shadow human. He has the looks of a normal human, but is like a shadow, minus his golden eyes. He had come to Earth through mysterious circumstances. It is unknown hos he survived the time from infant to six. It was when he...

First RA bài viết for me! But I have permision.....so bạn kinda have to consult Twan first.... ENJOY!

Alaska.

Lyla supervised the RA sniper training. She pointed out mistakes and corrected them, hard. She watched each soldier carefully.
"Get down there! Dont cheat yourself soldiers!" Lyla shouted, as they where doing warm-up push-ups. Lyla clapped once, indicating warm up was over. They stood up.
"Snipers hot!" Lyla barked. Then all of the soldiers-to-be took their súng off safe.
"On the ground!" Lyla barked. They dropped to the ground. Lyla gave a signal and they positioned their snipers.
"Fire!"...

1. boys no running around the cave in your boxers ( Lucas, Wally)

2. No boys in the girls rooms after 9:00

3. no giving kẹo to Willow and Becca

4. dont call Willow crazy for liking and being Wallys girlfriend

5. Lucas and Artemis no PDA please

6. no playing pin the tail on Wally ( Becca, Phoebe, Fang, Blade)

7. there will be no playing of "gotcha" around the cave (( mcl: if bạn dont know what gotcha is just ask me))

8. No playing Prom ngày (( mcl: again just ask me what these games are and i will explain))

9. no playing spin the bottle

10.Artemis if someone says then i took an Mũi tên xanh to the knee...

Behind the curtains production was under wraps. The cà phê espresso was sapping out the filter like cây sap whereas the silver canister spieled fluffiest of whip cream on hàng đầu, đầu trang of the freshest coffee in the city of Emerald. Spit-shine shoes tapped to the beat of the crowds bustling mummers. Hips clad in well-fitted không hoàn toàn, bộ quần áo, slacks swayed along with the smooth dissonance of the plucking bass. Upon entry it was the embodiment of chaos surely to run a slicking stun upwards of any spin the mèo dragged in. Yet just as the cloying essences tease their taste buds until they were begging for me like a porn ngôi sao or...