Joan quickly searched his pockets. Fill glanced at her curious, "Huh.", watching as she pulled a lighter from the fallen man's pocket. The girl grinned as her eyes quickly scanned the writing etched into the thin metal. "I think we would have been friends." "To bad he's an enemy combatant." "Yeah," Joan flicked it, producing a flame. "shame that." -JK
Ello I'm Liam. I'm 16 and pan exchange student from Scotland. I'm sorry if you can't understand stand me for my accent is strong. I'm in all AP classes. I don't know anyone yet and hopping I get at least 1. So yeah.
"Fine," Niccolo said. "The Citadel's yours, and all inside it, I wash my hands of the matter." His mind was already spinning, trying to find a way to compensate for the fact that he'd just lost his last gamble. (Eleanor A. Tremayne)