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http://i1064.photobucket.com/albums/u373/Trayce121/Taylorcomputer-1.jpg Taylor Brenton Flashpoint "Burn, baby, burn!" Clubs/Organizations: National Honor Society, Science Club, Paragon Fire Department Explorers Favorite Memory: Getting Espy's powers and being insufferable while gaming. Aim botting ...

Taylor Brenton Why is my name first? And my e-mail???

"Taylor! Lock and load! It's ghost annihilation time!" Taylor groaned, barely opening her eyes as she picked up the cell phone. "Because busting is for amateurs." She mumbled. "Sydney? What time is it?" "I thought I just mentioned that it was ghost annihilation time. C'mon Taylor, you're not always ...

"Stay calm!" Taylor called into the hallway. "Stay to the right! Leave your doors open!" Not many people listened. There was smoke, and smoke meant fire even if they couldn't see any flames. She rolled her eyes as people hurriedly carried laptops, purses and personal belongings. The smoke was thick ...

http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/dangermouse1210/screenshot_110314-09-57-47-1.jpg Taylor Brenton Go team night owl! Thanks for the beta help! http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/dangermouse1210/City%20of%20Heroes/screenshot_120206-01-15-08-1.jpg and team even later Night Owl http://i19.pho...

Taylor wore dark jeans and a long tan trench coat to the funeral. Syd always called it her “Pale Rider” jacket. It didn’t help matters any that one pocket had a hole tore in it, and a bunch of change fell into the lining, so it jingled like spurs when she walked. She left her ‘gear’ at home, the PSP...

She could have been leveling her Jedi. Ever since Star Wars: The Old Republic was released she and Syd were on a quest to get their Jedi to 50. There was a guild meeting that night but it was still early. And she went to Boomtown anyway. She saw the body, and it didn't look like he fell. Not if Holl...

http://i19.photobucket.com/albums/b154/dangermouse1210/screenshot_110314-09-57-47-1.jpg Taylor Brenton Whoever keeps returning this to me, it's not mine. I don't care if the name Taylor Brenton is etched onto it or that it responds to the name Taylor - it's not mine! And it keeps taking clothes. I ...

Taylor fell in line behind Lorne, the non-furry, regular old looking Lorne Hazlewood. It still took a minute or two to remember it was the same guy she once boosted into a wall on board scooters. She leaned against the wall, DSi in hand, playing nothing in particular. It didn't matter what she playe...

Part -2- Sydney pushed on Taylor’s shoulders from behind, trying to urge her into the machine. “Taylor, I promise you won’t turn into a human fly hybrid. This isn’t even the right machine for that.” She pushed back, a hand on each side of the entrance, keeping her from being shoved inside. “I told ...