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Mario and Daisy: The Flower Players (COMPLETE):icontransparentplz:They say he's the shortest man in the world. All thought he was just an ordinary plumber. However, he wasn't. He's a plumber with multiple talents. For 31 years, he's fought the toughest enemies and rescued the innocent. In his arsenal, he carries various power-ups such as mushrooms, starmen, and fire flowers. He's most often seen in his traditional red cap, red shirt and blue overalls. He even has a big, round nose and a thick, black, bushy mustache. His original name was Jumpman, before that he had other names such as Mr. Video and Ossan.* His current name, is Mario.
:icontransparentplz:This girl, was like no other. In many sports, parties and grand prix races she was unbeatable. She was born and raised in Sarasaland, a kingdom now deserted. With her tomboyish apparence, she was feared by even the toughest enemies which made her invincible. She's well reconized by her short, curly brown hair, and her yellow dress. In occasions. She wears a yellow shirt and orange
Flower Pedals and Red Caps (DaisyxMario)Flower Peddles and Red Caps : By xStarFoxfangirlxx
Dedicated to my awesome friend:~rosalinarox4eva
This girl was outgoing. She was great at every sport she tried and could be tomboy or girly with the flip of a coin. Who was this girl? Princess Daisy of Sarasaland. To the red-capped plumber, Mario, she was perfect. Mario was still in denial. Did he like her or not? He found his answer at a friendly game of tennis.
It was a game of two on two. Mario and Daisy against Luigi and Peach. The game was tense, both sides were hardcore. The match soon came to a deuce and Daisy was server.
"Daisy!" Mario called.
"What?" Daisy asked.
Mario pointed to the side of the court with Peach in it. "Use your special serve and shoot it there. She'll never see it coming!"
"Clever, Mario! Well, here goes nothing." With that said, Daisy served using her special. The tennis ball glowed with orange and daisies danced around the princess. She too
Blood BrothersBrookie always holds my hand when we cross the street. She's never given a reason for it, she just does it. It's become this unspoken rule with us that whenever we cross the street together, she slips her hand in mine and I lace my fingers through hers and we walk hand-in-hand until we reach the other side and she drops her hand and we both wipe our palms on our jeans. Brookie's a little scared of crossing the street. Her poppa died in a car crash when we were six. He was a pedestrian. She's never gotten over it.
Brookie is my best friend going on sixteen years now, which is pretty impressive considering we're both sixteen. We don't have some cute little story about how we were born in the same hospital on the same day or about how our mothers were best friends long before they were pregnant with us and somehow passed on that bond while we were still in utero. No, Brookie and I met the same way ever
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