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Adopting out a Spider Jul. 31st, 2008 @ 07:48 pm
I gotta adopt out Parker, I can't keep up with the canon, you know, no job, school, grandparents, and living in the MIDDLE OF FREAKING NOWHERE!!!!

So, This is Annalalaith humbly admitting defeat. I would like to say that, I would rather have someone take him on that can afford the time and money for the canon, and to play him well. I don't care what you do to him, as long as you play him. I encourage making fun of him, and being plain mean to the boy. I do all the time, that's what's fun.

If you are interested please ping me AIM Annalaliath Yahoo, elffreaky or email me at elffreaky@gmail.com (Shut up I know how bad that sounds, but i figured it out only after a few years.)
Current Mood: gratefulgrateful

Mar. 3rd, 2008 @ 07:33 pm
Okay, well, there is a teenage kid sitting at a table reading and taking notes. It's homework, and he's been at it for a while, please distract him. 

Jan. 10th, 2008 @ 10:38 pm
Peter sat at the bar reading a book. He wasn't in his best of moods, but he wasn't in a generally emo mood today. He sipped at a cup of coffee.

He's botherable.

Aug. 6th, 2007 @ 04:22 pm
Peter Parker was tired, dead tired, this super hero stuff was hard work. Not to mention he was now going out with Kitty Pride.  He walked through the door to his room and wasn't in his room. Oh god, he had forgotten this place. OMG RAVIN!!!

He looked almost sick, how was he supposed to explain this to her? Would she kill him? He didn't know. 

He slid into a booth and put his head on the cool table. What he needed now was rest

Jun. 27th, 2007 @ 09:16 pm
Peter showed up in the bar he was so confused it wasn't even funny. He didn't know who he was... still, and he had some strange powers.

He walked through the door, that he had wanted- thanks to Bar he had gotten home fine. He found his way to Bar.

"Can I have a chocolate malt?" he asked, "Thanks, Bar."

He sat down on a stool.
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» Date OOM... is it anything like Spare Ooom? >.< Oh god i am being a dork.
He woke up rather groggy, that week had sucked. It was Saturday and he had something he had to do....

"Peter," his aunt was howling at him, "Peter are you awake yet?!!!"

Peter flopped out of bed and looked at his clock. 10:00 AM it blinked at him.


He realized that he had something he had to do. He walked downstairs to see his Aunt.

She greated him with a smile, he still was in trouble, but at least she loved him.

“Good morning my little monster,” she said to him, “ how are we this morning.”

He looked at her annoyed.

“Stop calling me that,” he said and hugged her, “I am not little anymore.”

“Right,” she laughed, “you’re my Big Monster now.”

Peter was drinking a cup of coffee, his aunt made strong coffee, must be the hippiness.

He remembered, OH CRAP I HAVE DATE!!!!

He wolfed down his eggs and toast that May had made him.

“Aunt May I have a date today with a friend of mine,” he said, “I don’t know how long we will be out but I will call you, k?”

“Who is she?” May asked.

“ A girl named Ravin,” he said, “She’s nice.”

“Where do you know her from,” May asked.

OH GOD!!! How was he supposed to explain Milliways?

“Around,’ he said, “I met her recently at a restraint.”
Of sorts, at the end of the universe.
At least he wasn’t lying,  Aunt May knew when he was lying.

“What is her family like?” May asked.

“I haven’t me them,” he said rather relieved that he hadn’t, “ But from what I hear she lives with her dad. She never knew her mom.”

“Oh,” said May, “What are you two going to do today?”
“MAY,” he said, “See a movie and hang out.”

“Bring her bye for dinner,” she said, “I want to meet her. If you don’t I  won’t forgive you.”

OH GOD!!!!

“Okay,” he said, there was no getting out of it.

“Five o’clock,” said May as Peter ran upstairs to get dressed.

Peter pulled on his costume under his cloths . He was wearing a pair of blur cargo pants, nice ones, with no holes, and a tee-shirt. He stuffed the mask into one of the big pockets with the web shooters. 

He had just gotten done with his grooming  when the bar decided it was time to get him to Milliways. He had found a dead looking rubber duck in his hands and he was looking for a bag to put it in.

Too late.
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