ArynMae20We really need our own football team. XD
Okay, perfect! Alsooo, I'm almost finished with the post I'm working on!
No, I've never read that. I heard that it was really good though, a guy in my English class last term was reading it and he said it was good. Isn't it a movie? Or being made into a movie or something?? I might be thinking of something else though...
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Yes. I like that! Okay, this is a good plan (I feel as if this moment calls for a circle of brawny football players chanting "One, two, three team" or something... but that might just be me XD). Is there anything else we need to figure out? I don't think so...
Oh, thanks. That's actually a good plan. I'll give you mine as well, just in case. It is emily.guildemail@gmail.com.
Oh, thanks. That's actually a good plan. I'll give you mine as well, just in case. It is emily.guildemail@gmail.com.
Ugh, just thinking about this is giving me a headache. Exams make me a nervous wreck, it gets really bad.
I'm cool with the second idea! I think it'll be interesting to see how the three of them react before they meet Charlie. As for how they could meet her, maybe she is doing her thing playing for tips on the side walk it's late. she packs up and starts going home. Lisette, Booker and Mila just happen to be in the same area as she is and they stumble across each other. Shit goes down, blah blah blah and we can just kinda go from there.Thoughts?
I'm cool with the second idea! I think it'll be interesting to see how the three of them react before they meet Charlie. As for how they could meet her, maybe she is doing her thing playing for tips on the side walk it's late. she packs up and starts going home. Lisette, Booker and Mila just happen to be in the same area as she is and they stumble across each other. Shit goes down, blah blah blah and we can just kinda go from there.Thoughts?
Ohh, okay. That really does suck :( I wish there was some kind of magical cure for knees and backs and all of that. (Really, I wish there was a magical cure for anything. I suffer with some mental illnesses and if there was a magical cure for those I would be all game! Haha). I hope that you're able to find some kind of work soon!!
Anyways, I have to go... I'll talk to you later :)
Anyways, I have to go... I'll talk to you later :)
Well it's good that he has a chance to go back at least. Wow, that really sucks about your back and knees. Like I said, I'm a dancer, so I've known people who are completely ruined because of back/knee problems I get how serious they can be. Did you hurt yourself playing sports or something??
People in real life suck! Haha, oh so true!! XD
People in real life suck! Haha, oh so true!! XD
Gene, who was pacing around the playhouse slowly, started nodding. "I think you're probably right, Nathan." She mumbled, wringing her hands in front of herself before stopping in front of an old bean bag chair and flopping down into the worn seat. She placed her hands carefully under her thighs in an attempt to hide how they were slightly shaking. She never liked to appear nervous in front of the other children, especially her brother in fear of his mocking, yet playful, tone. "I mean, why else would she be here if there isn't some kind of reason. If she isn't related to us literally then there has to be something from the past that would link her to us..." Silently Gene mused this. "Do you guys think this is the first time she's done something like this?"
The room was silent for several long moments as the children thought this over. It was very possible that they weren't Emily's only victims, and if they weren't what had happened to those before them? Gene shuddered to think. "We should see if the old library at our house has any books or something..." She didn't suggest going back to Nathan, Sarah and Julia's house. That was too scary. "But we should go later, let's stay here for a bit." Just because their house was scarier, didn't mean that Emily's reach still couldn't be found where Gene, Gavin and Loo lived.
The smallest of the Williams children was staring wide-eyed at the ongoings. She hadn't so much as said a word since they'd come into the treehouse. Her round mouth was shaped into an o as her eyes darted around, unsure of what was going on. "Gene... Gav..." She whispered, her little lip trembling slightly as a single tear ran down her cheek. "I-I'm scared." Her voice was hoarse as she forcefully rubbed away the tear from her cheek, and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "I want my Mommy..."
"What, Julia?" Gavin looked curiously at the younger girl. "You kinda have to tell us now." He crossed his hands over his chest and raised an eyebrow inquiringly. "What are you thinking?" Gav, who had his legs crossed and was sitting in the centre of the room, beckoned his littlest sister closer to him. The young child had started to shake and more tears sparkled in the corners of her bright blue eyes. "It's okay, Loo." He murmured quietly, holding the girl closer to him. "You're gonna be alright." He gazed at the older children, Nathan, Gene and Sarah, and sighed. "So..."
The room was silent for several long moments as the children thought this over. It was very possible that they weren't Emily's only victims, and if they weren't what had happened to those before them? Gene shuddered to think. "We should see if the old library at our house has any books or something..." She didn't suggest going back to Nathan, Sarah and Julia's house. That was too scary. "But we should go later, let's stay here for a bit." Just because their house was scarier, didn't mean that Emily's reach still couldn't be found where Gene, Gavin and Loo lived.
The smallest of the Williams children was staring wide-eyed at the ongoings. She hadn't so much as said a word since they'd come into the treehouse. Her round mouth was shaped into an o as her eyes darted around, unsure of what was going on. "Gene... Gav..." She whispered, her little lip trembling slightly as a single tear ran down her cheek. "I-I'm scared." Her voice was hoarse as she forcefully rubbed away the tear from her cheek, and wiped her nose on her sleeve. "I want my Mommy..."
"What, Julia?" Gavin looked curiously at the younger girl. "You kinda have to tell us now." He crossed his hands over his chest and raised an eyebrow inquiringly. "What are you thinking?" Gav, who had his legs crossed and was sitting in the centre of the room, beckoned his littlest sister closer to him. The young child had started to shake and more tears sparkled in the corners of her bright blue eyes. "It's okay, Loo." He murmured quietly, holding the girl closer to him. "You're gonna be alright." He gazed at the older children, Nathan, Gene and Sarah, and sighed. "So..."
Oh my goodness! I am so sorry to hear that :(
Where did you two work before? Like will it be easy for you to find new employment?
Where did you two work before? Like will it be easy for you to find new employment?
The dark room was growing ever darker as the night wore on. It was late and Charlie could feel that in her bones, she should be tucked away safely in bed sleeping peacefully. Yet she sat on the couch, stunned and horrified. Ensnared in a dreamlike state as she tried to make sense of what was happening to her. This couldn't be real, because if it was everything that she had ever believed in was untrue. Her world was crumbling around her like brick walls crushing the city they were built to protect. A million questions ran through her reeling mind, a million questions that she couldn't find the words to phrase, so she settled to sitting in a stunned silence with tears burning in her eyes.
“No! No I-… I never wanted to k-.. I mean, I didn’t want to-... Just now, that was an accident!”
Charlie flinched slightly as Mila's voice piped up. “So you accidentally almost killed me?” Charlie laughed harshly. “That makes it so much better. Thanks for clearing that up.” Her cruel voice was almost a snarl as she glared passed Mila and at the far wall, blinking away tears that spilled onto her cheeks once again. She hated crying, hated it more then anything else. It was weak and pathetic, the exact opposite of everything Charlie wanted to be. Yet as she reached her clean hand up to wipe away the tears in her eyes she wanted nothing more then to let loose the waterfall of emotion that she had been holding back, she wanted to curl into a tight ball and cry until her chest hurt and her eyes were puffy. She wanted all of this because she was human and sometimes when you are human things became too overwhelming for you and you need some kind of outlet for your pain. “There was nothing you could have done to prevent it.” Charlie rolled her eyes and tried to turn away from Mila. "Next your going to say that I was asking for it." Her thick, sarcasm filled voice was distant and very quiet, almost inaudible, as she reached to push a strand of hair out of her eyes.
Charlie wasn't sure why she even asked 'why', because she wasn't interested in the feeble excuse that Mila gave her. "You lied to me? I fucking knew that there wasn't anyone here named Mark Rothers." She shook her head, disgusted with herself for being so naive, so quick to trust. If there was anything she had ever learned in her life, it was that peoples motives weren't ever pure. 'Why would I do this?' She mentally scolded herself. 'Why would I let a complete stranger into my home, what sense does that make?' She leaned her head back onto the pillows, suddenly feeling very tired and weak. She knew exactly why she'd done what she had. Her reasons had not been motivated by pity for some poor soul on the sidewalk, she had been completely self involved that night when she let Mila into her apartment. She'd been alone, starved of any human contact that wasn't necessary or for someone else's gain. Charlie had craved the company of another person so much that her judgement had been impaired and look at where that had gotten her.
She grew more and more sick as Mila's explanation ran on, her sarcastic comments ceased as she closed her eyes and listened to the words that Mila said. She was describing Charlie's death, in some sense. "I didn’t know it would be so powerful, or that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from…” Charlie flinched. "Oh." Her voice was strained as she realized that Mila was talking about her blood. "Oh... wow." There was no amazement in her voice as she squeezed her eyes closer together, trying to block out the awful image that came with the description. "You were never supposed to find out…” Some plan that was, Charlie suppressed another snide laugh as she sighed and looked up at Mila. “…I know what you must think of me, for doing this. It’s just that…I would rather not kill people…” Something in Charlie's chest fluttered, a feeling that could have been loathing but felt more like... pity. There was genuine sadness in Mila's tone, and Char could tell that there was much more to this story. She wished she could have cared enough to know.
She noticed the soft blankets being pulled closer to her body as Mila's voice murmured that she should sleep. Charlie did want to go to sleep, because if she slept then she would forget about all of this for at least a little while, and the dazed headache that she had would finally go away and she would be able to actually think straight, at least for a little while, when she did wake up. But sleep wouldn't come to her, her body was too on edge and she was in full survival mode, to sleep meant to be vulnerable and she couldn't let that happen. However she still reached down to pull the blanket over her waist, it made her feel less exposed, which was silly and very childish. But the young part of her still insisted that this blanket could act like a barrier between herself and the outside world and that was comforting.
Charlie was acutely aware, when Mila came back from the kitchen with the wet cloth in her hand, of her phone in the other woman's pocket. She closed her eyes slowly and sighed. Even if she could get the phone, who would she call that would believe her story? No one. Absolutely no one. She resolved to sitting quietly and staring up at Mila with stony eyes.
“Please, don’t pull away. I’m not going to do anything.”
"Why don't you just lick it off? Seems like an awful waste to me." Charlie's voice was a sneer as she felt Mila's cold hands, stark in contrast to the warm cloth, wrap around her frail wrist. She tried fruitlessly to pull away but Mila's grip on her wrist was too firm and Char had to resolve to glaring at the undeniably beautiful monster before her. She felt the cloth swipe over her palm, through her fingers, the red was replaced by the alabaster colour of her palms. She looked up at her clean fist and sighed loudly. The blood had been like fuel to her anger and defiance, with it gone she just felt tired and very, very sad. The room settled into an uncomfortable silence as she sat there and glared down at her hand. "What now?" Charlie's defeated murmur finally broke the quiet after several long seconds. Her eyes were cold and the fight in them was dead. She turned her head away from her fingers, a frown twisting on her lips. "What are you going to do with me now?"
She fiddled her hands slightly on her lap as she thought. What would happen now? She could tell someone, but that wouldn't get her anywhere but the nuthouse, and she couldn't imagine actually putting into words what had just happened. 'I was attacked by a vampire.' The words even sounded silly in her mind. Shuddering slightly she buried her ace into her hands to muffle her groan of frustration and confusion. "It's not like you can keep me here forever." She continued when Mila herself didn't immediately respond. "People will realize that I'm gone, they'll look for me!" Not true. She hadn't seen her parents for nearly two years, hadn't even spoken to her sister for three years and her brothers for almost seven. No one would think much if the flighty girl from work stopped showing up and she had no friends who cared enough to wonder about her. Charlie was alone. Yet she still kept up the pretence of being loved, it was a game that she played very well.
“No! No I-… I never wanted to k-.. I mean, I didn’t want to-... Just now, that was an accident!”
Charlie flinched slightly as Mila's voice piped up. “So you accidentally almost killed me?” Charlie laughed harshly. “That makes it so much better. Thanks for clearing that up.” Her cruel voice was almost a snarl as she glared passed Mila and at the far wall, blinking away tears that spilled onto her cheeks once again. She hated crying, hated it more then anything else. It was weak and pathetic, the exact opposite of everything Charlie wanted to be. Yet as she reached her clean hand up to wipe away the tears in her eyes she wanted nothing more then to let loose the waterfall of emotion that she had been holding back, she wanted to curl into a tight ball and cry until her chest hurt and her eyes were puffy. She wanted all of this because she was human and sometimes when you are human things became too overwhelming for you and you need some kind of outlet for your pain. “There was nothing you could have done to prevent it.” Charlie rolled her eyes and tried to turn away from Mila. "Next your going to say that I was asking for it." Her thick, sarcasm filled voice was distant and very quiet, almost inaudible, as she reached to push a strand of hair out of her eyes.
Charlie wasn't sure why she even asked 'why', because she wasn't interested in the feeble excuse that Mila gave her. "You lied to me? I fucking knew that there wasn't anyone here named Mark Rothers." She shook her head, disgusted with herself for being so naive, so quick to trust. If there was anything she had ever learned in her life, it was that peoples motives weren't ever pure. 'Why would I do this?' She mentally scolded herself. 'Why would I let a complete stranger into my home, what sense does that make?' She leaned her head back onto the pillows, suddenly feeling very tired and weak. She knew exactly why she'd done what she had. Her reasons had not been motivated by pity for some poor soul on the sidewalk, she had been completely self involved that night when she let Mila into her apartment. She'd been alone, starved of any human contact that wasn't necessary or for someone else's gain. Charlie had craved the company of another person so much that her judgement had been impaired and look at where that had gotten her.
She grew more and more sick as Mila's explanation ran on, her sarcastic comments ceased as she closed her eyes and listened to the words that Mila said. She was describing Charlie's death, in some sense. "I didn’t know it would be so powerful, or that I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from…” Charlie flinched. "Oh." Her voice was strained as she realized that Mila was talking about her blood. "Oh... wow." There was no amazement in her voice as she squeezed her eyes closer together, trying to block out the awful image that came with the description. "You were never supposed to find out…” Some plan that was, Charlie suppressed another snide laugh as she sighed and looked up at Mila. “…I know what you must think of me, for doing this. It’s just that…I would rather not kill people…” Something in Charlie's chest fluttered, a feeling that could have been loathing but felt more like... pity. There was genuine sadness in Mila's tone, and Char could tell that there was much more to this story. She wished she could have cared enough to know.
She noticed the soft blankets being pulled closer to her body as Mila's voice murmured that she should sleep. Charlie did want to go to sleep, because if she slept then she would forget about all of this for at least a little while, and the dazed headache that she had would finally go away and she would be able to actually think straight, at least for a little while, when she did wake up. But sleep wouldn't come to her, her body was too on edge and she was in full survival mode, to sleep meant to be vulnerable and she couldn't let that happen. However she still reached down to pull the blanket over her waist, it made her feel less exposed, which was silly and very childish. But the young part of her still insisted that this blanket could act like a barrier between herself and the outside world and that was comforting.
Charlie was acutely aware, when Mila came back from the kitchen with the wet cloth in her hand, of her phone in the other woman's pocket. She closed her eyes slowly and sighed. Even if she could get the phone, who would she call that would believe her story? No one. Absolutely no one. She resolved to sitting quietly and staring up at Mila with stony eyes.
“Please, don’t pull away. I’m not going to do anything.”
"Why don't you just lick it off? Seems like an awful waste to me." Charlie's voice was a sneer as she felt Mila's cold hands, stark in contrast to the warm cloth, wrap around her frail wrist. She tried fruitlessly to pull away but Mila's grip on her wrist was too firm and Char had to resolve to glaring at the undeniably beautiful monster before her. She felt the cloth swipe over her palm, through her fingers, the red was replaced by the alabaster colour of her palms. She looked up at her clean fist and sighed loudly. The blood had been like fuel to her anger and defiance, with it gone she just felt tired and very, very sad. The room settled into an uncomfortable silence as she sat there and glared down at her hand. "What now?" Charlie's defeated murmur finally broke the quiet after several long seconds. Her eyes were cold and the fight in them was dead. She turned her head away from her fingers, a frown twisting on her lips. "What are you going to do with me now?"
She fiddled her hands slightly on her lap as she thought. What would happen now? She could tell someone, but that wouldn't get her anywhere but the nuthouse, and she couldn't imagine actually putting into words what had just happened. 'I was attacked by a vampire.' The words even sounded silly in her mind. Shuddering slightly she buried her ace into her hands to muffle her groan of frustration and confusion. "It's not like you can keep me here forever." She continued when Mila herself didn't immediately respond. "People will realize that I'm gone, they'll look for me!" Not true. She hadn't seen her parents for nearly two years, hadn't even spoken to her sister for three years and her brothers for almost seven. No one would think much if the flighty girl from work stopped showing up and she had no friends who cared enough to wonder about her. Charlie was alone. Yet she still kept up the pretence of being loved, it was a game that she played very well.
Oh... right... haha. I'm sixteen so my parents are usually the ones who pay for my stuff (unemployed probs...) but the tickets for the ballet were actually free! My friend's dad knows some people and they gave him four tickets which was kinda awesome.
Good plan! Haha, that's what birthdays are for anyways. :P
Good plan! Haha, that's what birthdays are for anyways. :P
Ooh! Phantom of the Opera? I think my school is doing that next year! I'm going to try out, but I'll probably only be in the ensemble or something 'cause I can't really sing *blushes* but I'm a dancer, so at least theres that. :p
Oh my goodness, haha! That was adorable! I've never heard of it before, but it looks so funny, I'll have to watch the entire thing some time.
Man, that really blows :( Do you not have a theatre anywhere in your area that has shows and stuff regularly?
Oh my goodness, haha! That was adorable! I've never heard of it before, but it looks so funny, I'll have to watch the entire thing some time.
Man, that really blows :( Do you not have a theatre anywhere in your area that has shows and stuff regularly?
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