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Post by nolifeking on Apr 14, 2010 7:04:47 GMT -4
Draven wandered aimlessly down the beach, excitedly running to every seashell he saw, as if it was his first. Draven was quite fond of the beach and the ocean, he liked fish, and wished that he could breath underwater. Because he liked the floating feeling he got from being under water. He dropped the shell he was holding and ran to the other one that had just washed up in front of him, "ooo, its purple!" Draven exclaimed happily running toward it.
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Post by River on Apr 14, 2010 8:44:46 GMT -4
Charlie wandered down the beach, barefoot as usual, watching the waves. Every once in a while her eye would catch a particularly pretty shell and she would stop to pick it up. In this comfortable way she made her way down the stretch of sand, that is until she spotted Draven. She did not know the boy who was scampering back and forth, looking delighted at the seashells in the sand, but he looked nice. She waved to him in a friendly manner and wandered over to him. "Hi there!" She said with a bright smile, her brilliant purple hair gleaming in the sun.
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