jacobthepikacu2004

BEFORE READING, ALL CHARACTERS AND OTHERS ARE COPYRIGHTS TO SEGA AND ARCHIE!!! AND I, THEREFORE, AM ANNOUNCING AN APOLOGY TO THOSE! It had been 6 months since they left - Sonic and the others - and tonight, Agent Topaz of GUN couldn't help but think of her former partner Rouge the bat. Topaz didn't have any missions from GUN at the moment, so tonight she was alone in her apartment, in her pajamas, reading a Jewelry magazine in bed. "Heh, Rouge would've loved these." she said half-smiling to herself "She may have been a pain, but she was a good friend. I don't know why I'm saying this, but I wish I could see her again just one more time. N

PrettySoldierPetite The musical theater in Nimbasa City. After a long and busy day of rehearsal for the next upcoming musical proformance, most of the cast an crew had already left and now only Black and White remained to finish cleaning the theater. A delivery truck pulled up a short whilelater and a man dressed in green jumped out of the drivers seat and unloaded a rather large crate from the back just as both Black and White come out to meet him. "So what is it, Boss?" Black ask, scratching the beck of his head after White had signing for the delivery and he had helped her to bring the crate inside. "It must be a prop for the play," Wh

As Carrie made her way slowly up the stairs of the apartment complex, a brisk fall breeze brushed up past her as it knocked her hood down. Carrie stood there, bracing herself against the cold for a second before shaking it off, continuing up the stairs with a stack of boxes in hand. ‘Great day for moving,’ she mumbled to herself sardonically, delicately moving her way up the stairs as she balanced the boxes in her arms. Finally making it to her apartment, her new apartment, she clumsily balanced herself as she fumbled around with her keys, nudging the door open with her foot as she unlocked the door. Dropping the boxes on the coun

I could understand Mandarin well enough to get me where I wanted to go in Shanghai, but communication was a far different beast in a province a thousand miles away from what one might say resembles modern civilization. The villages here are tribal in nature, still reliant on medicine men and chief-like figures, and each seemed to have their own unique dialect that differed from the others. Without the aid of Williams, my guide, I doubt I would have gotten this far. Williams was a tall, burly man who often had to duck to get into the straw-roofed huts that we visited along the way. He had light green eyes, a combed mustache, and scruffy brown