This was an article Hajirah made a while back, but the formatting wouldn't work. So I'm going to post it so everyone can read this masterpiece! :D
MADE BY: hajirah4.
Jessie Reisman: a man with a no-nonsense attitude who wore thick rimmed glasses and had a few gray hairs, was sipping his ol' cup of joe. It was a Monday like any other at the farm. Except this day, Mary, Mr. Reisman, and the animaux were awaited par a visitor. But not the visitor they, ou toi are going to think of. He got up, and swiftly wrote a bold, red X on the jour that was yesterday on the calender. "It's finally here," He's only been waiting a few weeks since Elliot Krausse had called him. He sat back down and tapped in beat to mimic the clock. "Only 40 minutes left" he spoke to himself.
*In Mary's view*
"Mondays. We all hate them. But during Summer, who really keeps track?"
She knew the drill; "Is it 12:00, yet?" she glanced at the clock, and gave herself a slight nod. "Check. Now, just get ready, eat breakfast, and explore the farm with Morgan."
She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and left her bedroom wearing jeans and wore her favorite, fire-engine red feu Nation graphic tee. She looked in the mirror and a dit to herself,
"Azula would be proud."
And mimicked some feu bending in front of the glass, like a pro.
Only, when Mary got downstairs, morgan wasn't there.
"Uncle Jesse! Where's Morgan?"
"She left with your Aunt Eden to do some... uh, what's she doing again?" Mary could tell quite well that Uncle Jesse was hiding the truth. His frantic expression made it obvious.
"You don't need to know, anyways. Just eat your pancakes, why are toi in such a rush?"
"I'll skip breakfast, thanks."
"Geez, what's up with him today?"
She wore her converse, and headed out the door. Her hands shielded her eyes, the sun was blazing and spread warmth on her body like a nice, warm blanket.
>>fast vers l'avant, vers l’avant to lilly pad pond>>
Mary untied and kicked off her Chuck Taylors.
Mary ran with the wind to catch up with the geese who were flying above her. The herbe felt like a baby's butt under her sea- er what do toi call them? Oh feet. Mary found herself near a pond. The pond had velvety green lilly pads. Some of which were accompanied par a frog. She lowered her face and held her hair with her left hand. "My reflection..." Her left hand steadily reached out to the water, and was close to making a ripple... but she hesitated, when she saw a boy suivant to her reflection.
"AAAH!" she gave a loud, sharp cry.
then *SPLASH* Mary let out a gasp, "What the... did my Converse just fall from the sky?!" *RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT* the frogs scattered, taking the silence with them and left noise. Mary grabbed her now wet Converse and quickly turned her head to the stranger suivant to her.
"Who are you?!" she demanded an answer.
"Shouldn't the normal response be thank you?"
"For throwing my shoes in a pond? Are toi really THAT witless?",
"Witless? Ugh, I should have just called him stupid."
"It's pronounced WITLESS, the T is supposed to sound clear." he told her.
"What are toi even doing here in the first place? This is not your property, you're not allowed to be here, scram."
"Actually, it's my dad's property now, tell your uncle I a dit thanks."
Mary's jaw dropped. "He's so conceited, rude, unthoughtful, and... what's his name?"
"Well, since my dad's buying this plot, we should get to know each other. What's your name? I'm Jason Krausse. That's KROW-SE. Not krass ou krilly pads."
"...Am I supposed to find that funny?"
"My name's Morgan." she lied, but it was for her own good."
"You've got pretty hair."
"Okay, he's starting to creep me out. Should I claque, smack him
unconscious with my Converse ou throw a frog at him? No, that would be animal abuse..."
"Really? I'll make sure to cut it." Mary got up to walk away. And Jason followed.
MADE BY: hajirah4.
Jessie Reisman: a man with a no-nonsense attitude who wore thick rimmed glasses and had a few gray hairs, was sipping his ol' cup of joe. It was a Monday like any other at the farm. Except this day, Mary, Mr. Reisman, and the animaux were awaited par a visitor. But not the visitor they, ou toi are going to think of. He got up, and swiftly wrote a bold, red X on the jour that was yesterday on the calender. "It's finally here," He's only been waiting a few weeks since Elliot Krausse had called him. He sat back down and tapped in beat to mimic the clock. "Only 40 minutes left" he spoke to himself.
*In Mary's view*
"Mondays. We all hate them. But during Summer, who really keeps track?"
She knew the drill; "Is it 12:00, yet?" she glanced at the clock, and gave herself a slight nod. "Check. Now, just get ready, eat breakfast, and explore the farm with Morgan."
She brushed her teeth, combed her hair, and left her bedroom wearing jeans and wore her favorite, fire-engine red feu Nation graphic tee. She looked in the mirror and a dit to herself,
"Azula would be proud."
And mimicked some feu bending in front of the glass, like a pro.
Only, when Mary got downstairs, morgan wasn't there.
"Uncle Jesse! Where's Morgan?"
"She left with your Aunt Eden to do some... uh, what's she doing again?" Mary could tell quite well that Uncle Jesse was hiding the truth. His frantic expression made it obvious.
"You don't need to know, anyways. Just eat your pancakes, why are toi in such a rush?"
"I'll skip breakfast, thanks."
"Geez, what's up with him today?"
She wore her converse, and headed out the door. Her hands shielded her eyes, the sun was blazing and spread warmth on her body like a nice, warm blanket.
>>fast vers l'avant, vers l’avant to lilly pad pond>>
Mary untied and kicked off her Chuck Taylors.
Mary ran with the wind to catch up with the geese who were flying above her. The herbe felt like a baby's butt under her sea- er what do toi call them? Oh feet. Mary found herself near a pond. The pond had velvety green lilly pads. Some of which were accompanied par a frog. She lowered her face and held her hair with her left hand. "My reflection..." Her left hand steadily reached out to the water, and was close to making a ripple... but she hesitated, when she saw a boy suivant to her reflection.
"AAAH!" she gave a loud, sharp cry.
then *SPLASH* Mary let out a gasp, "What the... did my Converse just fall from the sky?!" *RIBBIT RIBBIT RIBBIT* the frogs scattered, taking the silence with them and left noise. Mary grabbed her now wet Converse and quickly turned her head to the stranger suivant to her.
"Who are you?!" she demanded an answer.
"Shouldn't the normal response be thank you?"
"For throwing my shoes in a pond? Are toi really THAT witless?",
"Witless? Ugh, I should have just called him stupid."
"It's pronounced WITLESS, the T is supposed to sound clear." he told her.
"What are toi even doing here in the first place? This is not your property, you're not allowed to be here, scram."
"Actually, it's my dad's property now, tell your uncle I a dit thanks."
Mary's jaw dropped. "He's so conceited, rude, unthoughtful, and... what's his name?"
"Well, since my dad's buying this plot, we should get to know each other. What's your name? I'm Jason Krausse. That's KROW-SE. Not krass ou krilly pads."
"...Am I supposed to find that funny?"
"My name's Morgan." she lied, but it was for her own good."
"You've got pretty hair."
"Okay, he's starting to creep me out. Should I claque, smack him
unconscious with my Converse ou throw a frog at him? No, that would be animal abuse..."
"Really? I'll make sure to cut it." Mary got up to walk away. And Jason followed.
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This all started August 15th, 2014. Let us not forget that amazing day, when the ship was started and the club was founded. In honor of this amazing occasion, I think we should make a sequel to the original Mason Movie. I have set up link I suggest we start production in one week. The Mason shippers must have a full reunion, all of us. (Or as many of us online at the time.) I really hope all shippers will participate in the reunion of the ship and the production of the seconde movie.
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This all started August 15th, 2014. Let us not forget that amazing day, when the ship was started and the club was founded. In honor of this amazing occasion, I think we should make a sequel to the original Mason Movie. I have set up link I suggest we start production in one week. The Mason shippers must have a full reunion, all of us. (Or as many of us online at the time.) I really hope all shippers will participate in the reunion of the ship and the production of the seconde movie.
aléatoire story time. It's short.
And I think this is the order I met them in.
Olivia - aléatoire Fun Place; Also she made me an icon.
Darby - aléatoire Fun Place.
Elana - Either the troll incident ou the "link" article. I don't remember exactly which came first.
Hajirah - Troll incident.
Jaira - Troll incident.
Anna - aléatoire Fun Place.
So mostly the aléatoire Fun Place and the trolls. :P Okay I'm done.
And I think this is the order I met them in.
Olivia - aléatoire Fun Place; Also she made me an icon.
Darby - aléatoire Fun Place.
Elana - Either the troll incident ou the "link" article. I don't remember exactly which came first.
Hajirah - Troll incident.
Jaira - Troll incident.
Anna - aléatoire Fun Place.
So mostly the aléatoire Fun Place and the trolls. :P Okay I'm done.