ArynMae20It was actually a day camp that I use to go to when I was a kid, so that's kinda cool. The kids are elementary school aged, so like 5-11 ish so that should be fun. It's kinda weird but I am literally eight years old at heart so I get along really well with kids. Like, I will honestly admit that one of my best friends (I think about her as my protege, I try so hard to be a good role model in her life) is eleven. Heh, it sounds weird but she is a dancer at my studio and everyone just kinda hangs out with everyone so it isn't really that odd. Ahh, man! That must have been a sleep away camp? I have always wanted to go to one of those, but the only ones around here are bible camps and I'm not religious. Was it like super cliche, with swimming lessons and canoeing and crafts and all of that? XD
Hehe, I get exactly what you mean! I've always liked the idea of collaborating with someone else and writing just a really unique, interesting story. It's fun! I actually have considered being a novelist y'know! I've started countless novels, but I can never stick to it for some reason. I think writing would be better as a hobby for me, though. Maybe someday I'll finish a book but for now I think I should leave it and let writing be more of a creative outlet for me to express my feelings and not keep them all bottled up.
She punched a window? Oh damn... haha. That must have been something, did you see it happen??
The top secret horror queen has your back, no worries! Haha, first of all let me point out, that sounds like a lot of fun! Haha. try The Blair Witch Project and Nightmare on Elm Street for scary ones, although if he likes horror movie's he has definitely seen the latter. Ooh, also try . Some of my other all time favorites are Perks of Being a Wallflower (maybe too high school, though), Silver Linings Playbook and I also really liked this movie called To.Get.Her. It was unique, and had a really weird twist at the end. Oh! Also, The Lego Movie. I didn't think I would like it but it is actually so good! Alsoooo, you have really good taste in movies, just saying. Forest Gump? Slumdog Millionaire? Avatar? Spirited Away? Yes. Just yes. XD
Yeah, it's just that some of it is a little much and I'm trying to steer clear of anymore inappropriate music for solos. This year I'm doing Sexy Silk by Jessie J and one of the first lyrics are "I'll be your pussy cat". >.< I hate it so much, like you have no idea how embarrassing it is to be onstage dancing (let me also tell you that my costume consists of a red sports bra, high waist underwear shorts, with fringe, and fishnets. Oh, and a sparkly choker #great) to lyrics like that. It's awkward. As for Alt J, their music is amazing, so conceptual and unique.
Meh, I think I'll be fine. She'll just tell me to talk about my feelings and probably ask if this has anything to do with my self harm which is a topic that I hate talking about because then she'll ask about other stuff and it'll just be way too deep for me DX Oh, my family making snide little comments was actually what stopped me from admitted it for so long! My cousin kept saying how she didn't believe people could be bisexual and that you had to like one more then the other. I was sitting there like, please say that again as I continue to ogle over that attractive man and that beautiful woman, kay thanks. o.O But my parents would be cool with it, I was telling my mom something and I was being really serious about it and she grabbed my hand and started smiling at me and I know she thought I was going to come out to her. Haha, it was actually funny.
Yeah, no it wouldn't be a very positive thing, it probably is best that you two aren't around each other so much anymore. Oh my god, friendship threesomes are the best ever! I don't really get the whole hype with hanging out with someone while they're with their boyfriend/girlfriend. I mean, I've been to the movie's with my friend and this guy she was kind of seeing and it wasn't awkward. As long as I'm friends with both people I couldn't care less that they're dating.
Oh. My. God. I did it, I told her. This has literally been the most terrifying night of my life. Okay, holy shit, I messaged her on facebook and said that I needed to tell her something but not over chat. So she called me, super freaked out, and I was like: "Okay, you have to promise not to be mad at me but... I like girls." Her reaction, you ask? "Oh my god, I know. I've known for a while now." She then proceeded to be mad that I didn't tell her by jumping out of a closet with rainbow coloured confetti like I had planed, oh and I am also getting rainbow socks for a very belated birthday gift this weekend. Hah, wow.
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“No, w-wait-…”
Mila's soft voice was like music to Lisette's ears as her hand gliding along the other woman's jawline. She hated Mila, hated her with everything that she was because Mila personified what Lisette use to be. Powerful, beautiful, dangerous, and not a monster.
Which Lisette was.
She knew she was a beast, knew that the body count she had left behind her was surmountable, and she was okay with that. Yet, there had been a point, so long ago now it was like the memory of it belonged to someone else, when she hadn't been a monster. A point when she would never have harmed a soul, a point when she had been hopelessly human. Lisette had been able to love. She'd enjoyed the simple things, like the sun's warm light against her dark face, the way the moon reflected in a pool of water or the feeling of a hand interlocked with her own. She had been able to cry, to feel heartbreak and fear so intense that sometimes that dead part inside of her still quaked at the sound of a sharp voice or lethal weapon. Back then, she hadn't been the boogeyman cowering under someone's bed waiting to strike and kill without a second thought. She had been powerless, because humanity was weak.
Which Lisette wasn't.
Mila wasn't a monster, but Lisette would stop at nothing until she tainted that innocent part of her and left her with the same dead feeling she felt, that was only filled by a bloodthirsty desire to kill.
She flinched when the older woman's shout resounded through the air, piercing in contrast to her quiet whisper just moments before.
“Charlie!”
Char blinked at the sound of her name and unclasped her hands from around her mouth, she took a small step forward before freezing in place. She wasn't sure what she was planning on doing, running forward? Running towards the cause of so much pain and confusion and into a situation that could only breed more of those same feelings. She stopped herself and stood there, gaping like an idiot because her second option, the one to turn away and run in the opposite direction, wasn't enticing to her either. She watched as Mila ripped away from a woman, whose rigid, defensive stance was obvious even from the distance, and run towards Charlie at an inhumane speed. She'd never seen someone move so fast. Her gut twisted and she regretted not taking the second option while she had the chance.
The vice like grip on her arm sent a violent shiver through Charlie's body as she instinctively tried to pull away. “Oh, Char...” Mila's thick voice wasn't at all like the sultry tone that Char remembered, or even the remorseful tone that still made her feel ill when she thought about it. “What are you doing...” She felt the cold grip release her forearm just as quickly as it had grasped her. “I-I’m sorry, I-…” The apology made Charlie flinch. Yeah, everyone's sorry about something tonight. She was too stunned to do anything but gape for several seconds. “Mila, I-I thought..” Her wide-eyed stare was teary as she took a small step backwards. She felt a sudden sick sense of anguish as all her feelings came rushing back with a flash of this other worldly woman's dark eyes. “You said you were leav- Oh!”
She was pushed back against the wall of a nearby building. The brick bit against the flesh on her back uncomfortably and she looked at Mila with an expression of pure exasperation. “Don't touch me!” She scowled and attempted to push away from the wall. Her hands were up, ready to shove her former roommate away, when Mila took a protective stance in front of her. In her moment of regard, Char had nearly forgotten about the two other ghostly figures until she peeked around Mila. With her lips parted slightly she formed a question that was cut short: “What is going...” As she saw them approaching, Charlie wondered how she ever could have let these two people, no these two things, slip her mind. Her voice broke mid sentence and her eyes widened. Where there was some underlying good about Mila, although that word was a bit of a stretch, the blatant animosity in the eyes of these two made the human shrink back against the wall.
“Not this one.”
Charlie briefly glanced towards Mila when she spoke, her eyes flickering back to pair just in time to see the curious cock to the woman's head and the sinister grin that lit the man's face with malice. “She’s… I’ve already claimed her.” Claimed her. Those words made Charlie's breath draw in as she tried to press herself farther into the wall, the motion only causing her more pain as a piece of sharp brick cut into her back. “Nobody has claimed me.” She hissed, her voice cracking and making the words seem more pathetic then she meant them to be. “It speaks! Haha!” Charlie snapped her head to the source of the darkly sanguine voice. The young looking woman, whose tousled black hair and startling eyes made her seem like some sort of feral animal, was almost dancing in her spot.
“You’re kidding me…”
The man wasn't looking at Charlie as his gross laughter floated around them. He was talking to Mila, and Char was having a difficult time listening to what he said. She was distracted by his dark hair in contrast to the pallor of his skin and the viciously amused gleam in his eyes which gave her a sense of unease. She shut her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, trying to calculate how in the hell she would get herself out of this situation.
“Can you be serious? Then again, you always were on the possessive side, weren’t you. A little too fond of pets, are we?”
“I'm not a pet.” Charlie spat instinctively, glowering towards the man. “I have nothing to do with this, just let me go home.” She ignored the grating, childlike laugh that could have been beautiful if not for the sinister twist. “You have everything to do with this, love.” Charlie's stomach knotted as she let herself look over at the dark skinned woman who was edging slightly closer towards them. Her eyes were malicious as they stared right at Charlie, she felt as if this malevolent woman could see right into her soul, and suppressed the urge to shut her eyes. A grin danced across her face, showing off the razor sharp incisors that pressed against her bottom lip dangerously. Char exhaled deeply, she didn't want either of these two any closer to her then they already were. They were dangerous, even more dangerous then Mila perhaps, and Charlie would have given anything to be out of that alley and back in her silent apartment. Safe.
“Nothing’s changed. I’ll go with you, but you have to leave her to me.”
Lisette, who had been staring at the human girl that coward behind Mila's protective stance, turned slowly to face her old 'friend'. “Mila, you should have just told us, there really is no need for all of this... unpleasantness.” She took a small, yet deliberate step forward raising one eyebrow as if to ask what Mila was going to do about it. “We would have understood, you've never really taken to our way of life like you should. We could help you,” she paused, the smile growing so that her sharp teeth were in full view to both women. “And you can even keep that one for awhile, it really would be a shame to loose something so beautiful so quickly.” She breathed in deeply, keeping her eyes leveled on Mila, testing her limits. “She smells delectable, no wonder you're so smitten.” Sending a quick wink over to Charlie, she took another step forward.
Mila's soft voice was like music to Lisette's ears as her hand gliding along the other woman's jawline. She hated Mila, hated her with everything that she was because Mila personified what Lisette use to be. Powerful, beautiful, dangerous, and not a monster.
Which Lisette was.
She knew she was a beast, knew that the body count she had left behind her was surmountable, and she was okay with that. Yet, there had been a point, so long ago now it was like the memory of it belonged to someone else, when she hadn't been a monster. A point when she would never have harmed a soul, a point when she had been hopelessly human. Lisette had been able to love. She'd enjoyed the simple things, like the sun's warm light against her dark face, the way the moon reflected in a pool of water or the feeling of a hand interlocked with her own. She had been able to cry, to feel heartbreak and fear so intense that sometimes that dead part inside of her still quaked at the sound of a sharp voice or lethal weapon. Back then, she hadn't been the boogeyman cowering under someone's bed waiting to strike and kill without a second thought. She had been powerless, because humanity was weak.
Which Lisette wasn't.
Mila wasn't a monster, but Lisette would stop at nothing until she tainted that innocent part of her and left her with the same dead feeling she felt, that was only filled by a bloodthirsty desire to kill.
She flinched when the older woman's shout resounded through the air, piercing in contrast to her quiet whisper just moments before.
“Charlie!”
Char blinked at the sound of her name and unclasped her hands from around her mouth, she took a small step forward before freezing in place. She wasn't sure what she was planning on doing, running forward? Running towards the cause of so much pain and confusion and into a situation that could only breed more of those same feelings. She stopped herself and stood there, gaping like an idiot because her second option, the one to turn away and run in the opposite direction, wasn't enticing to her either. She watched as Mila ripped away from a woman, whose rigid, defensive stance was obvious even from the distance, and run towards Charlie at an inhumane speed. She'd never seen someone move so fast. Her gut twisted and she regretted not taking the second option while she had the chance.
The vice like grip on her arm sent a violent shiver through Charlie's body as she instinctively tried to pull away. “Oh, Char...” Mila's thick voice wasn't at all like the sultry tone that Char remembered, or even the remorseful tone that still made her feel ill when she thought about it. “What are you doing...” She felt the cold grip release her forearm just as quickly as it had grasped her. “I-I’m sorry, I-…” The apology made Charlie flinch. Yeah, everyone's sorry about something tonight. She was too stunned to do anything but gape for several seconds. “Mila, I-I thought..” Her wide-eyed stare was teary as she took a small step backwards. She felt a sudden sick sense of anguish as all her feelings came rushing back with a flash of this other worldly woman's dark eyes. “You said you were leav- Oh!”
She was pushed back against the wall of a nearby building. The brick bit against the flesh on her back uncomfortably and she looked at Mila with an expression of pure exasperation. “Don't touch me!” She scowled and attempted to push away from the wall. Her hands were up, ready to shove her former roommate away, when Mila took a protective stance in front of her. In her moment of regard, Char had nearly forgotten about the two other ghostly figures until she peeked around Mila. With her lips parted slightly she formed a question that was cut short: “What is going...” As she saw them approaching, Charlie wondered how she ever could have let these two people, no these two things, slip her mind. Her voice broke mid sentence and her eyes widened. Where there was some underlying good about Mila, although that word was a bit of a stretch, the blatant animosity in the eyes of these two made the human shrink back against the wall.
“Not this one.”
Charlie briefly glanced towards Mila when she spoke, her eyes flickering back to pair just in time to see the curious cock to the woman's head and the sinister grin that lit the man's face with malice. “She’s… I’ve already claimed her.” Claimed her. Those words made Charlie's breath draw in as she tried to press herself farther into the wall, the motion only causing her more pain as a piece of sharp brick cut into her back. “Nobody has claimed me.” She hissed, her voice cracking and making the words seem more pathetic then she meant them to be. “It speaks! Haha!” Charlie snapped her head to the source of the darkly sanguine voice. The young looking woman, whose tousled black hair and startling eyes made her seem like some sort of feral animal, was almost dancing in her spot.
“You’re kidding me…”
The man wasn't looking at Charlie as his gross laughter floated around them. He was talking to Mila, and Char was having a difficult time listening to what he said. She was distracted by his dark hair in contrast to the pallor of his skin and the viciously amused gleam in his eyes which gave her a sense of unease. She shut her eyes tightly and took a deep breath, trying to calculate how in the hell she would get herself out of this situation.
“Can you be serious? Then again, you always were on the possessive side, weren’t you. A little too fond of pets, are we?”
“I'm not a pet.” Charlie spat instinctively, glowering towards the man. “I have nothing to do with this, just let me go home.” She ignored the grating, childlike laugh that could have been beautiful if not for the sinister twist. “You have everything to do with this, love.” Charlie's stomach knotted as she let herself look over at the dark skinned woman who was edging slightly closer towards them. Her eyes were malicious as they stared right at Charlie, she felt as if this malevolent woman could see right into her soul, and suppressed the urge to shut her eyes. A grin danced across her face, showing off the razor sharp incisors that pressed against her bottom lip dangerously. Char exhaled deeply, she didn't want either of these two any closer to her then they already were. They were dangerous, even more dangerous then Mila perhaps, and Charlie would have given anything to be out of that alley and back in her silent apartment. Safe.
“Nothing’s changed. I’ll go with you, but you have to leave her to me.”
Lisette, who had been staring at the human girl that coward behind Mila's protective stance, turned slowly to face her old 'friend'. “Mila, you should have just told us, there really is no need for all of this... unpleasantness.” She took a small, yet deliberate step forward raising one eyebrow as if to ask what Mila was going to do about it. “We would have understood, you've never really taken to our way of life like you should. We could help you,” she paused, the smile growing so that her sharp teeth were in full view to both women. “And you can even keep that one for awhile, it really would be a shame to loose something so beautiful so quickly.” She breathed in deeply, keeping her eyes leveled on Mila, testing her limits. “She smells delectable, no wonder you're so smitten.” Sending a quick wink over to Charlie, she took another step forward.
Aw, thanks :)
*Smug face* One hundred percent, baby! Ohh yeah! XD It brought my mark up to a 90 and now my average if a 91!! Yay! Your friend is right, though, anatomy isn't hard. And we didn't have to remember too much, some muscles and some bones and then a bunch of terms. 'Twas simple.
Oooh! That makes it even better, that he only got to see a few! I would be so proud if I were you, aha. I'm glad that your other reviewers liked it, too! Too bad that you didn't get to meet anyone that was hiring, though! (But speaking of hiring, I might have a job as a day camp counselor this summer!! Yay, employed like here I come.)
Exactly how I feel! I like sharing my writing, but sometimes it feels like the people in my life don't really care, not in a bad way they just aren't interested in writing or reading like I am. So it's nice to have something that pushes me to do better and someone who actually enjoys reading my work instead of just sitting there idly paying attention and not really getting it. Anyways, you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say! I literally thought I was being the biggest weirdo ever because so much of my muse comes from this rp, so yeah I'm kinda glad to hear you say that XD Also, I don't mind at all! I don't mind giving praise, as long as you know that I am 100% sincere when I give it. Sometimes I feel so fake when I compliment someone but I only ever say that something is good when I mean it, so yeah, hah.
Haha, the other way makes me feel uncomfortable, it's just weird! :P And oh yes, the thing is though I didn't know that until someone told me about it after the fact. They didn't call a code or anything. It all had to do with some page on facebook and this kid who apparently made the page and was posting a bunch of shit about people (he didn't do it, he was set up). The kid was threatened and the next day someone actually brought a knife to the school and they probably would have stabbed him, I don't know what happened to him though. My guess is he got expelled. It's kinda scary but I swear, most people aren't nut jobs and I've never felt unsafe at school before. Oh, wow, we have cliques and stuff at our school (Preps, emos, loners, the 'clan' which is basically just a bunch of guys with their own clothing line and they are so judgmental I refuse to walk down the hall where they sit alone), but I honestly couldn't tell you who would be considered 'upper class' or 'lower class' unless I actually knew the person.
GoT. Is. So. Good. Ohmygod XD Haha, but I'm glad you liked Ringu! It had a really good story line to it, although when I first watched it my dad had to explain it to me, aha. Funny that it made you miss Japan... maybe the Grudge movie's next then :D Muaha, I found those ones to be scarier then Ringu. I'll have to try and think of a really scary one just to test your wits! ;) Also, glad that you had fun at your little get together thing!
I found the wolf one while listening to Digital Daggers on youtube! So technically you were predominant in that discovery XD Haha, also, I just really love music and am constant listening to random playlists on youtube. (Right now I am listening to Fitzpleasure by Alt J... go listen to it, oh my god it is good. Just don't try and figure out what it's about, it's awful. I hate myself because I like it.) Ooh, but Jill Tracey is so spectacular, I want to do a cabaret solo to You Leave Me Cold so badly but I would never be aloud, it's a wee bit inappropriate for comp sadly.
Thank you, so much. I'm really grateful, as dumb as that sounds, to have someone to finally talk to. I mean, I could probably talk to my guidance counselor, she is a sweetheart and has helped me through some really tough mental stuff, but it's nice hearing someone else's story. :) That's basically what is happening to me right now. I was in grade seven when I first started realizing that I was kinda attracted to girls and I can remember having this huge debates with myself, like trying to force myself not to feel the way I did and it was awful and scary. This was also around the same time that I was going through some pretty bad stuff my my friends so that didn't help any. I guess what happened was I told myself over and over that I didn't like girls at all and then I started to believe my own lie. But it's always been there in the back of my mind more so lately then anything. I can remember thinking about how amazing it would be to just admit it and get this heavy weight off my shoulders finally. So I finally did, or at least I finally stopped lying to myself about it, and it does feel so much better not to be carrying that around with me but I also feel like the biggest asshole ever. Like, the other day in bio I just absently started playing with one of my friends earrings and she looked at me and smile and I almost started crying because she didn't know and what if she wasn't okay with that, like would she be okay with some random guy just touching her ear? No, probably not, but is this any different? Yes, kind of... I don't know. And every time I hug one of my friends or interact with them at all I feel like such a liar even though there isn't really anything about it that is different from a couple weeks ago when I was still lying to myself. It's so confusing... As for this whole 'passing' business. Same, aha. Like I am really quite hipster mixed with basic mixed with such girly girl you can't even imagine (It's a weird combination). You wouldn't pass by me on the streets and think that I liked girls, which kinda works for me right now since I am not planning on telling people anytime soon.
No, no she wouldn't be cool with it at all. It makes me sad, because she is a good person once you get past some of her character flaws. She has good intentions and that's all that matters. But I personally think that some of her views are corrupt, not that I would say that to her face. As for my best friend, yeah. I just think she suspects, like I said I don't try and hide anything really. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE IS LIKE. It is so awfully amazing. I mean, I act like that right back to her so maybe I am equally a tease. I can't imagine someone acting like that towards me and not even having the slimiest of chances with them. That is actually kind of cruel... I don't know what I would do in a situation like that. Probably cry... although I'm kind of emotionally stunted and I never cry even though a really great melt down would feel so good right now.
Aha, I know! They are seriously almost as long as the IC posts, wow.
*Smug face* One hundred percent, baby! Ohh yeah! XD It brought my mark up to a 90 and now my average if a 91!! Yay! Your friend is right, though, anatomy isn't hard. And we didn't have to remember too much, some muscles and some bones and then a bunch of terms. 'Twas simple.
Oooh! That makes it even better, that he only got to see a few! I would be so proud if I were you, aha. I'm glad that your other reviewers liked it, too! Too bad that you didn't get to meet anyone that was hiring, though! (But speaking of hiring, I might have a job as a day camp counselor this summer!! Yay, employed like here I come.)
Exactly how I feel! I like sharing my writing, but sometimes it feels like the people in my life don't really care, not in a bad way they just aren't interested in writing or reading like I am. So it's nice to have something that pushes me to do better and someone who actually enjoys reading my work instead of just sitting there idly paying attention and not really getting it. Anyways, you have no idea how happy that makes me to hear you say! I literally thought I was being the biggest weirdo ever because so much of my muse comes from this rp, so yeah I'm kinda glad to hear you say that XD Also, I don't mind at all! I don't mind giving praise, as long as you know that I am 100% sincere when I give it. Sometimes I feel so fake when I compliment someone but I only ever say that something is good when I mean it, so yeah, hah.
Haha, the other way makes me feel uncomfortable, it's just weird! :P And oh yes, the thing is though I didn't know that until someone told me about it after the fact. They didn't call a code or anything. It all had to do with some page on facebook and this kid who apparently made the page and was posting a bunch of shit about people (he didn't do it, he was set up). The kid was threatened and the next day someone actually brought a knife to the school and they probably would have stabbed him, I don't know what happened to him though. My guess is he got expelled. It's kinda scary but I swear, most people aren't nut jobs and I've never felt unsafe at school before. Oh, wow, we have cliques and stuff at our school (Preps, emos, loners, the 'clan' which is basically just a bunch of guys with their own clothing line and they are so judgmental I refuse to walk down the hall where they sit alone), but I honestly couldn't tell you who would be considered 'upper class' or 'lower class' unless I actually knew the person.
GoT. Is. So. Good. Ohmygod XD Haha, but I'm glad you liked Ringu! It had a really good story line to it, although when I first watched it my dad had to explain it to me, aha. Funny that it made you miss Japan... maybe the Grudge movie's next then :D Muaha, I found those ones to be scarier then Ringu. I'll have to try and think of a really scary one just to test your wits! ;) Also, glad that you had fun at your little get together thing!
I found the wolf one while listening to Digital Daggers on youtube! So technically you were predominant in that discovery XD Haha, also, I just really love music and am constant listening to random playlists on youtube. (Right now I am listening to Fitzpleasure by Alt J... go listen to it, oh my god it is good. Just don't try and figure out what it's about, it's awful. I hate myself because I like it.) Ooh, but Jill Tracey is so spectacular, I want to do a cabaret solo to You Leave Me Cold so badly but I would never be aloud, it's a wee bit inappropriate for comp sadly.
Thank you, so much. I'm really grateful, as dumb as that sounds, to have someone to finally talk to. I mean, I could probably talk to my guidance counselor, she is a sweetheart and has helped me through some really tough mental stuff, but it's nice hearing someone else's story. :) That's basically what is happening to me right now. I was in grade seven when I first started realizing that I was kinda attracted to girls and I can remember having this huge debates with myself, like trying to force myself not to feel the way I did and it was awful and scary. This was also around the same time that I was going through some pretty bad stuff my my friends so that didn't help any. I guess what happened was I told myself over and over that I didn't like girls at all and then I started to believe my own lie. But it's always been there in the back of my mind more so lately then anything. I can remember thinking about how amazing it would be to just admit it and get this heavy weight off my shoulders finally. So I finally did, or at least I finally stopped lying to myself about it, and it does feel so much better not to be carrying that around with me but I also feel like the biggest asshole ever. Like, the other day in bio I just absently started playing with one of my friends earrings and she looked at me and smile and I almost started crying because she didn't know and what if she wasn't okay with that, like would she be okay with some random guy just touching her ear? No, probably not, but is this any different? Yes, kind of... I don't know. And every time I hug one of my friends or interact with them at all I feel like such a liar even though there isn't really anything about it that is different from a couple weeks ago when I was still lying to myself. It's so confusing... As for this whole 'passing' business. Same, aha. Like I am really quite hipster mixed with basic mixed with such girly girl you can't even imagine (It's a weird combination). You wouldn't pass by me on the streets and think that I liked girls, which kinda works for me right now since I am not planning on telling people anytime soon.
No, no she wouldn't be cool with it at all. It makes me sad, because she is a good person once you get past some of her character flaws. She has good intentions and that's all that matters. But I personally think that some of her views are corrupt, not that I would say that to her face. As for my best friend, yeah. I just think she suspects, like I said I don't try and hide anything really. THAT IS EXACTLY WHAT SHE IS LIKE. It is so awfully amazing. I mean, I act like that right back to her so maybe I am equally a tease. I can't imagine someone acting like that towards me and not even having the slimiest of chances with them. That is actually kind of cruel... I don't know what I would do in a situation like that. Probably cry... although I'm kind of emotionally stunted and I never cry even though a really great melt down would feel so good right now.
Aha, I know! They are seriously almost as long as the IC posts, wow.
Oh, I am completely fine with a slower pace! I'll probably post once a day to once every two/three days. I find it much more convenient to not have to post a bunch in one day because I don't have the time to speed post. So I honestly don't mind posting slower at all!
I also understand why you won't be on much, your health comes before any of this so if you ever feel like you need to post here but you have something more important to do then don't worry about it :)
I also understand why you won't be on much, your health comes before any of this so if you ever feel like you need to post here but you have something more important to do then don't worry about it :)
Gene's face twisted into a mask of disgust. She refused to believe that her parents would do something that awful. "That's dumb!" She blurted meanly, crossing her arms over her chest and pouting. "My parents love each other, they wouldn't cheat." Defensively the little girl stood from her perch and walked to the window that overlooked the the house and frowned. Her parents were good people, or at least in the eyes of their impressionable young daughter they were. She was young an din't fully understand the concept of affairs, but she did know they weren't right and her parents never did anything wrong.
Or did they?
While Gene blatantly refused to believe the idea, Gavin found himself furrowing his eyebrows and nodding. As awful as it sounded, that was possible. He didn't like the thought of his mom and dad being unfaithful to each other but he couldn't deny the fact that both people could be a little unpredictable at points. "She really seems to target our house more, so maybe she was kept in a secret room." Gavin's head snapped towards Nathan, head still bobbing. "That is awful..." He sighed deeply, something deep in his stomach hoping that this couldn't be true. For as flighty as Caroline and Jared Williams were, they would never put a child in that type of danger.
Or would they?
Gavin slowly guided his younger sister off his lap and stood up. "It sounds like a movie plot, not real life, but she's here, so she had to come from somewhere, right? And she has to have a reason for hating our parents so much and resenting us as well." He flinched, a small movement that was barely visible. "You're right, it is a little outrageous." Gavin agreed slowly, he ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair and looked over at Julia with troubled eyes. "But like you said.... there must be something tying her here, to us." He glanced out the window and shivered at the look in their tormentors ghostly eyes. There was something in those eyes that briefly reminded him of his mother, before the little dead girl's flickering figure vanished from the window. Once she was gone, Gavin mentally chided himself for even thinking that maybe Emily could have been his mother's daughter. He knew that none of their parents could have ever killed a child.
Or could they?
Lucy watched her brother with tearful eyes, suppressing the urge to run after him as he slowly stood up. "Maybe..." Gavin's voice was soft as he addressed the group. "Maybe she isn't our sister, but just a kid who died in this house and didn't have a very good life." That explanation made him feel better, yet not to the point where the pit in his stomach completely cleared. He didn't like to think that his mom and dad, the people who had always been there for him, could do anything so awful that someone's life could be lost in the process. Shivering slightly, Gav wrapped his arms around his body. "What do you think...?"
Or did they?
While Gene blatantly refused to believe the idea, Gavin found himself furrowing his eyebrows and nodding. As awful as it sounded, that was possible. He didn't like the thought of his mom and dad being unfaithful to each other but he couldn't deny the fact that both people could be a little unpredictable at points. "She really seems to target our house more, so maybe she was kept in a secret room." Gavin's head snapped towards Nathan, head still bobbing. "That is awful..." He sighed deeply, something deep in his stomach hoping that this couldn't be true. For as flighty as Caroline and Jared Williams were, they would never put a child in that type of danger.
Or would they?
Gavin slowly guided his younger sister off his lap and stood up. "It sounds like a movie plot, not real life, but she's here, so she had to come from somewhere, right? And she has to have a reason for hating our parents so much and resenting us as well." He flinched, a small movement that was barely visible. "You're right, it is a little outrageous." Gavin agreed slowly, he ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair and looked over at Julia with troubled eyes. "But like you said.... there must be something tying her here, to us." He glanced out the window and shivered at the look in their tormentors ghostly eyes. There was something in those eyes that briefly reminded him of his mother, before the little dead girl's flickering figure vanished from the window. Once she was gone, Gavin mentally chided himself for even thinking that maybe Emily could have been his mother's daughter. He knew that none of their parents could have ever killed a child.
Or could they?
Lucy watched her brother with tearful eyes, suppressing the urge to run after him as he slowly stood up. "Maybe..." Gavin's voice was soft as he addressed the group. "Maybe she isn't our sister, but just a kid who died in this house and didn't have a very good life." That explanation made him feel better, yet not to the point where the pit in his stomach completely cleared. He didn't like to think that his mom and dad, the people who had always been there for him, could do anything so awful that someone's life could be lost in the process. Shivering slightly, Gav wrapped his arms around his body. "What do you think...?"
With her face upturned and lips parted slightly, Lisette looked at Booker with interest. “It’s hard to tell,” her gaze was congenial as she let her hand be lifted to his mouth lethargically. She hardly even noticed his lips, soft against the spot of blood on the back of her hand. It was a wonted motion and she didn't think much of it. There was nothing in her that was attracted to Booker, though he was a very striking man. Her intrigue with him was purely from the blood lust that the two shared, she was enticed by his chaotic mind that was so uncannily like her own. They were the perfect balance to each others madness.
“If she knows what’s good for her, she will. Something’s happened to her though. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s not just us that’s got in her in a mood. She’s distracted.”
“Well she's never been normal, love.” Lisette's murmur was impartial as her eyebrows furrowed and she pulled her arm back gently. “Yet, I do understand. Something is off with her, she has never needed this much coaxing to kill.” Her gaze flickered towards the slender figure in front of them, her face a complicated mask of admiration and loathing. She'd known Mila for a long time, had hated her most for most of it, yet despite her vehement dislike she had always secretly enjoyed Mila's company. She was a threat and she kept Lisette keen.
“If we could figure out what it is, we might be able to get her to see reason.”
With an imperceptibly bob of her head, Lisette agreed. “I like that idea, I want her to stay.” Her razor sharp voice hissed. “We could use a couple decades of fun.”
Her eyes snapped upwards at the sound of Mila urging them away from the source of the mellifluous voice. A small exchange ended with Lisette starting towards a young human girl who was oblivious to her impending doom.
“Lisette.”
There was something in that voice that made her stop mid-step, despite the fact that Lisette would have normally ignored any interruptions and gone straight ahead with the macabre ideas that swam around her mind like fish in a bowl. It was the disparity, that she tried to hold back, that had Lisette's mouth twisted into a grim line as she slowly moved her gaze away from the dim figure ahead. “Hold on, I-…I hear it too,” Lisette sneered coolly at the older vampire. “Oh, now you hear it?” She muttered quite childishly under her breath. She stopped with a hand on her hip, eyeing Mila with contempt. “So..?”
“…I’ll take this one. It’s my turn, after all.”
With a passive rise and fall of her shoulders, Lisette motioned with her hand for the woman to go ahead. “Okay, fine then,” she began, her mouth opened to say something sarcastic about Mila getting old and her hearing going bad when she was interrupted. “I did hear something over in that other direction though. It must have moved out of range. Why don’t you check it out? There’s no need for us to go one by one. You don’t have to wait for me. I’ll finish with this one and meet you over there.” Lisette's eyebrow raised. “Oh? I was looking forward to this one...” There was real disappointment in her voice as she looked back at Booker with the expression of a spoiled child not getting what she wanted.
“If I’m going to join you two, I’ll want to know you can give me the luxury of feeding alone sometimes. It’s a…a habit of mine. From being on my own for so long.”
“Alone?” The idea was a little exorbitant to her, she didn't hunt alone ever. She found a thrill in having a audience to observe her art in action. “That's... different.” She wanted to press further, she knew that she could probably find some reason that they should go with her if only for Lisette's own sick amusement. Yet she complacently backed off, something that made her teeth grit together. If she let this chance go, there would be a million others for her to silently bedevil Mila until she was molded into the perfect little blood thirsty toy that Lisette knew she would be. That was the only thing that allowed her to swallow her pride and step down.
“You can grant me that at least, can’t you?”
Her grim eyes stared at Mila for several long and very tense seconds until she finally sighed heavily and threw her hands in the air with mock defeat. She remained poised and languid as she waved Mila along like a parent ushering their child into the first day of school. “I say we let her go, Bookie.” She murmured, looking over at Booker with a placid shrug. “Poor girl wants her alone time. We can go find some fun ourselves.” She turned away from Mila, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes like some modern day teenage girl, and looked towards Booker quizzically. “Do you want to go halfsies?”
“We are the young we are the wild youth...” The song was murmured from Charlie's lips as her sandals slapped noisily against the ground and her thin hair, which had fallen free from the clips she had been using to pull it back, was blowing gently around her face. It obscured her view slightly, when a piece was caught in her heavily mascaraed eyelash. “Oh... pfft... dammit.” She muttered silently, the song interrupted as she reach her hand to delicately pull the hair from her eyes. Licking her lips she flipped the soft locks over and pulled them into a sloppy bun that sat precisely on the top of her head. “Ther-.” Her satisfied whisper was cut off when her breath caught in her throat and her guitar case slipped from her grasp to fall onto the pavement with a loud clatter. She didn't immediately reach to retrieve her precious instrument because her bulging eyes and heavy mind were too focused on the figure standing a ways down the sidewalk.
She had her back facing Charlie, two other slender figures that walked with the same almost glide, an inhuman finesse that chilled her already icy body, stood behind her. Char's hands cupped her mouth and she shook her head slightly back and forth refusing to believe what was right in front of her eyes. She didn't notice her legs taking her backwards subliminally until the back of her heels hit against the discarded guitar case, only causing her to jump forward a little and yelp. The tears in her eyes weren't from any kind of physical pain, however, as she watched with her mouth languorously agape and tears trickling onto her cheeks in shock. Relief mixed with an unpleasant feeling of unease washed over her like a wave.
“Mila...?”
Lisette had turned to leave, an annoyed expression on her hidden face as she gently started to pull Booker behind her. “Don't forget to give us the gritty details. Oh and remember,” her face grew taut with a lurid grin that she shared with Booker. “We'll help you clean up afterwards...” Her voice trailed off as a sound, barely a whisper, came from the direction that their playmates prey was coming from. It was a whimpered sob so full of emotion that it even touched the dormant human that lived inside of Lisette. It was a name, simple an sweet, but it made her grin falter and the whimsical look that had embedded itself in her irises completely fade away. Her dark complexion grew grim and her lips set in a hard line. Lisette loved to toy, loved to play around and almost religiously worshipped a good diversion, really who wouldn't when you are bound to walk the earth for all eternity, but she couldn't stand being deceived, and the name was proof enough that this casualty wasn't just some random citizen like they had been led to believe.
She turned around sharply with inhuman speed, her hair whipping her face painfully. “It knows your name.” It wasn't a question as she violently pushed past Mila and stared at the dumbstruck human whose large, Bambi eyes stared right back at her. “Mila, Mila, Mila.” She clucked her tongue adversely as she slowly sauntered in a tight circle around her superior. “Why would a little human know your name?” She didn't wait for an answer as her sharp, calculating eyes stared at Mila darkly. “I think this night is about to get much more interesting.” Her fingers brushed Mila's hair away from the side of her face as she stood behind her and whispered coyly in her ear. “Care for one more race?” She pulled away slowly, her hand caressing Mila's jaw.
“Winner takes all.”
“If she knows what’s good for her, she will. Something’s happened to her though. I can’t quite put my finger on it. It’s not just us that’s got in her in a mood. She’s distracted.”
“Well she's never been normal, love.” Lisette's murmur was impartial as her eyebrows furrowed and she pulled her arm back gently. “Yet, I do understand. Something is off with her, she has never needed this much coaxing to kill.” Her gaze flickered towards the slender figure in front of them, her face a complicated mask of admiration and loathing. She'd known Mila for a long time, had hated her most for most of it, yet despite her vehement dislike she had always secretly enjoyed Mila's company. She was a threat and she kept Lisette keen.
“If we could figure out what it is, we might be able to get her to see reason.”
With an imperceptibly bob of her head, Lisette agreed. “I like that idea, I want her to stay.” Her razor sharp voice hissed. “We could use a couple decades of fun.”
Her eyes snapped upwards at the sound of Mila urging them away from the source of the mellifluous voice. A small exchange ended with Lisette starting towards a young human girl who was oblivious to her impending doom.
“Lisette.”
There was something in that voice that made her stop mid-step, despite the fact that Lisette would have normally ignored any interruptions and gone straight ahead with the macabre ideas that swam around her mind like fish in a bowl. It was the disparity, that she tried to hold back, that had Lisette's mouth twisted into a grim line as she slowly moved her gaze away from the dim figure ahead. “Hold on, I-…I hear it too,” Lisette sneered coolly at the older vampire. “Oh, now you hear it?” She muttered quite childishly under her breath. She stopped with a hand on her hip, eyeing Mila with contempt. “So..?”
“…I’ll take this one. It’s my turn, after all.”
With a passive rise and fall of her shoulders, Lisette motioned with her hand for the woman to go ahead. “Okay, fine then,” she began, her mouth opened to say something sarcastic about Mila getting old and her hearing going bad when she was interrupted. “I did hear something over in that other direction though. It must have moved out of range. Why don’t you check it out? There’s no need for us to go one by one. You don’t have to wait for me. I’ll finish with this one and meet you over there.” Lisette's eyebrow raised. “Oh? I was looking forward to this one...” There was real disappointment in her voice as she looked back at Booker with the expression of a spoiled child not getting what she wanted.
“If I’m going to join you two, I’ll want to know you can give me the luxury of feeding alone sometimes. It’s a…a habit of mine. From being on my own for so long.”
“Alone?” The idea was a little exorbitant to her, she didn't hunt alone ever. She found a thrill in having a audience to observe her art in action. “That's... different.” She wanted to press further, she knew that she could probably find some reason that they should go with her if only for Lisette's own sick amusement. Yet she complacently backed off, something that made her teeth grit together. If she let this chance go, there would be a million others for her to silently bedevil Mila until she was molded into the perfect little blood thirsty toy that Lisette knew she would be. That was the only thing that allowed her to swallow her pride and step down.
“You can grant me that at least, can’t you?”
Her grim eyes stared at Mila for several long and very tense seconds until she finally sighed heavily and threw her hands in the air with mock defeat. She remained poised and languid as she waved Mila along like a parent ushering their child into the first day of school. “I say we let her go, Bookie.” She murmured, looking over at Booker with a placid shrug. “Poor girl wants her alone time. We can go find some fun ourselves.” She turned away from Mila, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes like some modern day teenage girl, and looked towards Booker quizzically. “Do you want to go halfsies?”
“We are the young we are the wild youth...” The song was murmured from Charlie's lips as her sandals slapped noisily against the ground and her thin hair, which had fallen free from the clips she had been using to pull it back, was blowing gently around her face. It obscured her view slightly, when a piece was caught in her heavily mascaraed eyelash. “Oh... pfft... dammit.” She muttered silently, the song interrupted as she reach her hand to delicately pull the hair from her eyes. Licking her lips she flipped the soft locks over and pulled them into a sloppy bun that sat precisely on the top of her head. “Ther-.” Her satisfied whisper was cut off when her breath caught in her throat and her guitar case slipped from her grasp to fall onto the pavement with a loud clatter. She didn't immediately reach to retrieve her precious instrument because her bulging eyes and heavy mind were too focused on the figure standing a ways down the sidewalk.
She had her back facing Charlie, two other slender figures that walked with the same almost glide, an inhuman finesse that chilled her already icy body, stood behind her. Char's hands cupped her mouth and she shook her head slightly back and forth refusing to believe what was right in front of her eyes. She didn't notice her legs taking her backwards subliminally until the back of her heels hit against the discarded guitar case, only causing her to jump forward a little and yelp. The tears in her eyes weren't from any kind of physical pain, however, as she watched with her mouth languorously agape and tears trickling onto her cheeks in shock. Relief mixed with an unpleasant feeling of unease washed over her like a wave.
“Mila...?”
Lisette had turned to leave, an annoyed expression on her hidden face as she gently started to pull Booker behind her. “Don't forget to give us the gritty details. Oh and remember,” her face grew taut with a lurid grin that she shared with Booker. “We'll help you clean up afterwards...” Her voice trailed off as a sound, barely a whisper, came from the direction that their playmates prey was coming from. It was a whimpered sob so full of emotion that it even touched the dormant human that lived inside of Lisette. It was a name, simple an sweet, but it made her grin falter and the whimsical look that had embedded itself in her irises completely fade away. Her dark complexion grew grim and her lips set in a hard line. Lisette loved to toy, loved to play around and almost religiously worshipped a good diversion, really who wouldn't when you are bound to walk the earth for all eternity, but she couldn't stand being deceived, and the name was proof enough that this casualty wasn't just some random citizen like they had been led to believe.
She turned around sharply with inhuman speed, her hair whipping her face painfully. “It knows your name.” It wasn't a question as she violently pushed past Mila and stared at the dumbstruck human whose large, Bambi eyes stared right back at her. “Mila, Mila, Mila.” She clucked her tongue adversely as she slowly sauntered in a tight circle around her superior. “Why would a little human know your name?” She didn't wait for an answer as her sharp, calculating eyes stared at Mila darkly. “I think this night is about to get much more interesting.” Her fingers brushed Mila's hair away from the side of her face as she stood behind her and whispered coyly in her ear. “Care for one more race?” She pulled away slowly, her hand caressing Mila's jaw.
“Winner takes all.”
Oh my gosh! I am so sorry, I totally didn't realize that you posted >.< I will get something up tomorrow!
Aw! That must be so nice having all your friends in the same classes. I would be sad to leave too... But think about it this way, once school is done you get to go live a fabulous graphic designer life and be awesome. That is totally a bonus. I can't wait to be done with high school, but then again that's a little bit different, haha. Thanks!! My test is actually an anatomy test in gym, it should be easy and if I don't make full marks then it should be close to. (Wow, cocky much? >.<)
Haha, well after The Dean it really would be a piece of cake! Did he get to see everyone's, or just a select few? And what did your other reviewers think?
Yeah, well that is basically what I did. We were in the library working on a project that I had already finished and I was also having a really anxious day so I decided to do some writing. I just stuck my headphones in and listened to Daughter and basically just ignored everyone around me. Hah, it was actually really great. Writing usually makes me feel so much better.
Oh really? I've never really wondered about why it was different. I guess it's just kinda like the 'u's' thing. But no, I say ToMAYto like a normal person XD I was just giving an example. Oh, really? There is literally like a hoard of exchange students at my school and I feel badly that they got stuck here because it really is one of the shittiest schools in the province. We have a cop that has her own office at our school, just this past year some kid brought a knife to school with the intention of stabbing someone, and almost everyone drives a jeep and wears camo.
I will probably just laugh at you. I am a mean ruler, really. :* Haha. Oh. My. God. That literally sounds like the best thing ever. I just asked my best friend if we could play it (I am planning a boards game night with her, her boyfriend, and some other friends. She thinks it is a joke, it really isn't.) but she "couldn't make any promises" because she is under the influence of alcoholic beverages on a Wednesday night. I have no sympathy for the hangover she will have tomorrow. Haha, anyyyways, that really does sound like fun! XD I can only imagine the combinations... oh god.
Haha, I like it! It is just the right amount of hilarious and oddly weird. I will probably do something just as creepy and everyone else in the class will think I am psychotic but who even cares? Haha. But yeah!! Cadavers = a lot of fun. I just really want to look at the brain! It is weird, I know, but my fascination with the human nervous system is eerie.
Please talk, I would honestly love some advice right now. As long as you don't mind me ranting. You literally have no idea how good it feels to get all of this out, finally. I've been lying to myself for a long time about this and it was honestly just the other day that I finally let myself say "Alright, fuck it, you're gay". But it isn't something that I haven't known, I just didn't let myself admit it because I knew if it did I would end up right where I am know. Plus, I have this friend who is very religious an if she knew it would probably ruin our friendship. She wouldn't outright hate me but we wouldn't be as close as we are now. As for my best friend, I mean, let's get real she's had girlfriends in the past so it really isn't like she wouldn't understand. I actually think she secretly knows... I'm really not all that secretive about it around her I just haven't really said the words. I like the whole "not labeling" thing. I'm not straight but I'm not gay and I really fucking hate the term bisexual, people just don't get it at all and I find people just think of that term as teenagers experimenting and all of that crap. Like no, that is not what this is. Why would I fight with myself for so long if it was just going to be a "fling".
Yes, watch them! Oh my goodness I died! All I will say is this.....
"It is our little secret."
That part. That part. Nooooooooooo. Now I am done, but oh damn. It is so good. But then the part with Jaime and Cersei. I literally can't even. I am done now, I will stop speaking. My lips are zipped.
Aha. but yeah. Joffrey was a little prick. But I had such a hard time hating him because the actual actor is an honestly good guy, so every time he came on the screen I was like "I cannnn't hatttteeee youuuu". I was honestly a little surprised at who it was, although the whole situation is confusing. I think it is the same as the books, but I'm not entirely sure. As for the part that wasn't in the books. o;erhfweOJR'pehoergeroguer I loved it anyways.
These songs are so good. I am an angsty teenager so it is okay for me to like them ;) Aha. But actually thank you because I have been looking for a new ban to obsess over. I am getting over my Alt J faze... okay no I am not but Alt J only makes me want to curl up in a ball an ponder life, this music makes me want to write and I literally just love it. It reminds me of a book series I read, actually. I always give my characters theme songs, it's weird but it helps me get into the characters more.
Mine for Lissette recently has been You Leave Me Cold by Jill Tracy. I don't even know why because it literally makes no sense for her character, but it is just a really lurid song. I like the ones you showed me better, though. I had to put headphones in so I could blast it at full volume and not wake up my family. But for Char it has been a lot of Daughter music. Like, Landfill, Smother (this is a really good one for her) and Still (Not what it is about, just the feeling of the music). Mila is obviously Human (That is what it is called :)) But I don't really have one for Booker... I'll get on that, probably Arctic Monkeys. Ooh, yes, definitely Arctic Monkeys. <3
RUDE! Haha, I am jealous of anyone who tans. One of the girls in my trio this year tans really easily and she went down south twice in the last couple of months. We literally look like night and day, it doesn't make it any better that my costume is white (not to mention see through, grr). I wish I would get at least a little bit of colour. Although, I don't mind having pale skin it works well with my hair colour better then being tanned would.
Edit: Ooooooh! I like that a lot!! Really cool idea! Okay, so lemme get this straight all of those little cubes represent some kind of thought, idea, etc. And you basically just build something with this blocks in the center and that kind of represents all of your ideas mashed into one? Gah, did I get it right?? I think that explanation is a little wonky but do I have the general idea? Kind of? No? XD
Edit #2: I Know I'm a Wolf by Young Heretics for Mila. It's a weird song but it fits.
Haha, well after The Dean it really would be a piece of cake! Did he get to see everyone's, or just a select few? And what did your other reviewers think?
Yeah, well that is basically what I did. We were in the library working on a project that I had already finished and I was also having a really anxious day so I decided to do some writing. I just stuck my headphones in and listened to Daughter and basically just ignored everyone around me. Hah, it was actually really great. Writing usually makes me feel so much better.
Oh really? I've never really wondered about why it was different. I guess it's just kinda like the 'u's' thing. But no, I say ToMAYto like a normal person XD I was just giving an example. Oh, really? There is literally like a hoard of exchange students at my school and I feel badly that they got stuck here because it really is one of the shittiest schools in the province. We have a cop that has her own office at our school, just this past year some kid brought a knife to school with the intention of stabbing someone, and almost everyone drives a jeep and wears camo.
I will probably just laugh at you. I am a mean ruler, really. :* Haha. Oh. My. God. That literally sounds like the best thing ever. I just asked my best friend if we could play it (I am planning a boards game night with her, her boyfriend, and some other friends. She thinks it is a joke, it really isn't.) but she "couldn't make any promises" because she is under the influence of alcoholic beverages on a Wednesday night. I have no sympathy for the hangover she will have tomorrow. Haha, anyyyways, that really does sound like fun! XD I can only imagine the combinations... oh god.
Haha, I like it! It is just the right amount of hilarious and oddly weird. I will probably do something just as creepy and everyone else in the class will think I am psychotic but who even cares? Haha. But yeah!! Cadavers = a lot of fun. I just really want to look at the brain! It is weird, I know, but my fascination with the human nervous system is eerie.
Please talk, I would honestly love some advice right now. As long as you don't mind me ranting. You literally have no idea how good it feels to get all of this out, finally. I've been lying to myself for a long time about this and it was honestly just the other day that I finally let myself say "Alright, fuck it, you're gay". But it isn't something that I haven't known, I just didn't let myself admit it because I knew if it did I would end up right where I am know. Plus, I have this friend who is very religious an if she knew it would probably ruin our friendship. She wouldn't outright hate me but we wouldn't be as close as we are now. As for my best friend, I mean, let's get real she's had girlfriends in the past so it really isn't like she wouldn't understand. I actually think she secretly knows... I'm really not all that secretive about it around her I just haven't really said the words. I like the whole "not labeling" thing. I'm not straight but I'm not gay and I really fucking hate the term bisexual, people just don't get it at all and I find people just think of that term as teenagers experimenting and all of that crap. Like no, that is not what this is. Why would I fight with myself for so long if it was just going to be a "fling".
Yes, watch them! Oh my goodness I died! All I will say is this.....
"It is our little secret."
That part. That part. Nooooooooooo. Now I am done, but oh damn. It is so good. But then the part with Jaime and Cersei. I literally can't even. I am done now, I will stop speaking. My lips are zipped.
Aha. but yeah. Joffrey was a little prick. But I had such a hard time hating him because the actual actor is an honestly good guy, so every time he came on the screen I was like "I cannnn't hatttteeee youuuu". I was honestly a little surprised at who it was, although the whole situation is confusing. I think it is the same as the books, but I'm not entirely sure. As for the part that wasn't in the books. o;erhfweOJR'pehoergeroguer I loved it anyways.
These songs are so good. I am an angsty teenager so it is okay for me to like them ;) Aha. But actually thank you because I have been looking for a new ban to obsess over. I am getting over my Alt J faze... okay no I am not but Alt J only makes me want to curl up in a ball an ponder life, this music makes me want to write and I literally just love it. It reminds me of a book series I read, actually. I always give my characters theme songs, it's weird but it helps me get into the characters more.
Mine for Lissette recently has been You Leave Me Cold by Jill Tracy. I don't even know why because it literally makes no sense for her character, but it is just a really lurid song. I like the ones you showed me better, though. I had to put headphones in so I could blast it at full volume and not wake up my family. But for Char it has been a lot of Daughter music. Like, Landfill, Smother (this is a really good one for her) and Still (Not what it is about, just the feeling of the music). Mila is obviously Human (That is what it is called :)) But I don't really have one for Booker... I'll get on that, probably Arctic Monkeys. Ooh, yes, definitely Arctic Monkeys. <3
RUDE! Haha, I am jealous of anyone who tans. One of the girls in my trio this year tans really easily and she went down south twice in the last couple of months. We literally look like night and day, it doesn't make it any better that my costume is white (not to mention see through, grr). I wish I would get at least a little bit of colour. Although, I don't mind having pale skin it works well with my hair colour better then being tanned would.
Edit: Ooooooh! I like that a lot!! Really cool idea! Okay, so lemme get this straight all of those little cubes represent some kind of thought, idea, etc. And you basically just build something with this blocks in the center and that kind of represents all of your ideas mashed into one? Gah, did I get it right?? I think that explanation is a little wonky but do I have the general idea? Kind of? No? XD
Edit #2: I Know I'm a Wolf by Young Heretics for Mila. It's a weird song but it fits.
Yayyy!!! Lucky you! I am currently staring at the stack of homework I am not going to do and mentally preparing myself for the test I have first block tomorrow. Whoopy. Haha, but that rocks! So you still have another year, or are you done forever??
The Dean? Holy! That is actually so cool. Happy for you :) It must have been such a great experience, getting to talk to him like that. And your project sounds like it was actually really neat, and a lot of work... my brain hurt a little when you explained what it was haha. It's so nice all of those things he said!! I would probably cry if I were you, or at least have a complete freak out and start rolling around on the floor (hate to admit but that happens to me way too much to actually be healthy...). Haha, but yeah!! I'd love to see your project :) Show it off, gurl.
Thank you :) Hehe I wrote that part in gym class, just saying.
Haha, the beaver thing is my favorite part!! But yeah, it depends. When I am reciting the alphabet I say zee (not that I do that much anymore... but y'know) but the rest of the time I mostly just skip between the two, it's kinda like tomato, tomato. The exchange students... one is from Denmark and the other is from somewhere in Germany I believe... oh and then there is a guy from china but he doesn't know any English so he never talks.
Yes, you must. I said so, need I remind you that I am the queen? :p Haha. Slightly very inappropriate? I think I need this game. Really. I am a slightly very inappropriate person so that would probably be something that I would love. Although I've never played Apples to Apples... what is it??
Wow, okay... that is a little borderline hun. Yet that is coming from the person who only wants to go to med school so she can dissect cadavers.
Yes, only a slight crush >.< I wouldn't even call it a crush... okay yes I would. It's just, we are really close, some people are physically uncomfortable around us because of how we act together, and I guess when your that close with someone it's hard not to develop some kind of feelings for them. I would never tell her that I actually like her (she doesn't even know that I like girls... I don't know why I haven't told her, she'd be completely cool with it, but no one knows), I just can't do that to her or to myself. I need her as a friend and yeah we might have a good relationship for a while but it would end badly and I would get hurt and that can't happen. Wowie, that got a lot deeper then I meant for it to. Oops. At least you understand, haha.
OH MY GOD THEY ARE THE BEST TWO EPISODES EVER GO WATCH THEM NOW. I want to be Dany when I grow up, and holy shit *violent profanity* I can't even deal with this show right now. They have been pushing so many boundaries this season and I love it XD Okay, I am going to shut up now before I spill something.
Haha, it's pretty cute but I don't know if it reminds me of Lisette :p The character in the song is actually a goodie-to-shoes who wants to rebel, I think it was written about me.
Wow. Okay. Anger. Haha, but really though I am jealous. About the sun and the tan. Damn, I have to use so much sunscreen so that I don't burn and look like a freaking tomato, like it is really bad. But I have been complemented on my beautiful porcelain skin *smiles and flips hair*. That actually sounds like fun, sitting out on your porch in the rain. It's something I would do. Just curl up with a blanket and a good book (avec some coffee) and just lose myself. Ah... that sounds so perfect.
The Dean? Holy! That is actually so cool. Happy for you :) It must have been such a great experience, getting to talk to him like that. And your project sounds like it was actually really neat, and a lot of work... my brain hurt a little when you explained what it was haha. It's so nice all of those things he said!! I would probably cry if I were you, or at least have a complete freak out and start rolling around on the floor (hate to admit but that happens to me way too much to actually be healthy...). Haha, but yeah!! I'd love to see your project :) Show it off, gurl.
Thank you :) Hehe I wrote that part in gym class, just saying.
Haha, the beaver thing is my favorite part!! But yeah, it depends. When I am reciting the alphabet I say zee (not that I do that much anymore... but y'know) but the rest of the time I mostly just skip between the two, it's kinda like tomato, tomato. The exchange students... one is from Denmark and the other is from somewhere in Germany I believe... oh and then there is a guy from china but he doesn't know any English so he never talks.
Yes, you must. I said so, need I remind you that I am the queen? :p Haha. Slightly very inappropriate? I think I need this game. Really. I am a slightly very inappropriate person so that would probably be something that I would love. Although I've never played Apples to Apples... what is it??
Wow, okay... that is a little borderline hun. Yet that is coming from the person who only wants to go to med school so she can dissect cadavers.
Yes, only a slight crush >.< I wouldn't even call it a crush... okay yes I would. It's just, we are really close, some people are physically uncomfortable around us because of how we act together, and I guess when your that close with someone it's hard not to develop some kind of feelings for them. I would never tell her that I actually like her (she doesn't even know that I like girls... I don't know why I haven't told her, she'd be completely cool with it, but no one knows), I just can't do that to her or to myself. I need her as a friend and yeah we might have a good relationship for a while but it would end badly and I would get hurt and that can't happen. Wowie, that got a lot deeper then I meant for it to. Oops. At least you understand, haha.
OH MY GOD THEY ARE THE BEST TWO EPISODES EVER GO WATCH THEM NOW. I want to be Dany when I grow up, and holy shit *violent profanity* I can't even deal with this show right now. They have been pushing so many boundaries this season and I love it XD Okay, I am going to shut up now before I spill something.
Haha, it's pretty cute but I don't know if it reminds me of Lisette :p The character in the song is actually a goodie-to-shoes who wants to rebel, I think it was written about me.
Wow. Okay. Anger. Haha, but really though I am jealous. About the sun and the tan. Damn, I have to use so much sunscreen so that I don't burn and look like a freaking tomato, like it is really bad. But I have been complemented on my beautiful porcelain skin *smiles and flips hair*. That actually sounds like fun, sitting out on your porch in the rain. It's something I would do. Just curl up with a blanket and a good book (avec some coffee) and just lose myself. Ah... that sounds so perfect.
“You were great tonight, Charlotte,” suppressing a grimace at the sound of her full name, Charlie smiled and picked up her guitar case from the ground. The spiky haired man, who was standing on the top steps that led into the hole in the wall bar, was looking down at her with sparkling green eyes. The smile on his lips was the same cocky grin that he had worn the day Char had met him, when she had been just seventeen. “Thank you, Mitch.” The tone of her voice was cautioning, yet light hearted as she waved a hand slightly towards him backing away without a second thought. Being around him spurred to many old memories that she figured were best left buried deep under the shed. “Hey, wait!” His voice, and the hand that snaked gently around her forearm, stopped her as she moved to leave. Charlie sighed, a sound that was completely exhausted and almost a little sad. “Mitch, I have to go...”
“Yeah, I know. Just, Char...” He let go of her and crossed his arms over his chest. He could have been defiant had it not been for the soft, almost caring, expression written all over his features. “I just wanted to say that I-I’m sorry for... well y’know.” Yeah, she knew. He was sorry for cheating, sorry for being an ass their entire relationship, sorry for screwing everything up. “Just, lemme make it up to you.” He was pulling a small black object from his pocket, the iphone screen lit up to a picture of him holding a beer can and grinning goofily at the camera. It had been taken at the bar, she could tell. The rack of old liquors in the background was one of the many small charms that made people return to this dump every week. “Here’s my personal number.” He rattled off a bunch of random numbers that Charlie didn’t even bother trying to remember. “We should go out for coffee, why don’t you call me tomorrow and we can set up a time?” Charlie pursed her lips. “I, oh...” She couldn’t help but smile a little.
There had been a time in her life when Charlie would have killed for a date with Mitch Warton, a time when she had thrown herself at the smart, handsome bar owner just like every young girl trying to make it in her business did. But that time in her life had past, quite disastrously, and as she stared at that cocky smile with that confident build she just felt sorry for him. Mitch would be standing on this stoop for the rest of his life, trying to pick up on the newest, prettiest young girl. He would never settle down, never have any kind of stable family. He was doomed to this bar, to this night, she as much as she was... just as much as Mila was.
Charlie shivered. “Not this time.” Her hoarse voice was barely a whisper as she backed away. “I’m sorry.” But really, she wasn’t.
She gripped the guitar case tightly in her hand and briskly walked through the darkened streets. Knowing what she did, Charlie should have been scared of this never ending black that threatened to swallow her like the throat of some unholy monster. But Char had faced monsters, both the real and fictional kinds, and despite the fact that she should have been absolutely terrified she could hardly muster a small cautiousness as she slowly sauntered towards home. Home. She loathed her apartment, despite the fact that there was no longer any monsters lurking in the corners there. It was only her, alone with her thoughts that were worse than any beast that life could throw her way. A fierce wind caused her to shudder violently and she reached up to rub her arms that were full of gooseflesh. Her head was down and she watched her feet beat against the gritty pavement.
Charlie’s downcast eyes flickered suddenly when something caught her attention. Something familiar, something startling enough to make her stop dead in her tracks. “Mi-” She stopped herself, clenching her teeth painfully shut and tightening her grip on the guitar case. ‘You’re just seeing things again, shut up.’ Her inner thoughts warned her. It wasn’t implausible to think that she was seeing that woman when she wasn’t really there. Too many times in the past couple of days she had to double take on someone with pale skin and dark hair, and each time that person was not who she was subconsciously looking for, a hole in the pit of Charlie’s stomach would widen and grow denser with unease. She would tell herself that this hole was from fear, from an undeniable terror that Mila would come back into her life again but the truth was much more bleak than that humane response. The truth was that Charlie missed her... and that was the real terror here.
She blinked her eyes tightly, trying to clear her muddled thoughts, and continued towards her empty home, humming a soft song under her breath.
Lisette was standing casually, a little ways away from Mila and Booker. Her impartial eyes snapped up when Booker’s voice interrupted the night. “Looks like I’d better hurry, too, so Mila can get another fix before she gets cranky again. Guess she didn’t get quite enough to become her high and mighty self after all.” Lisette grinned towards him. “Oh look at you, Booker!” She giggled and shook her head. “Looking out for a friend, how generous you are. You’re such a good person.” Her gaze flickered to watch Mila.
”Lisette, I was just telling her that she really should feel at home with us. We could have this much fun all the time.”
“Now wouldn’t that just be wonderful.” Her voice raised in mock excitement and her hands clapped together once as the trio walked with unearthly silence through the streets. The night was almost completely dead now, but if you knew where to look you could still find the unlucky fools who dared to grace the streets at this hour. Lisette watched Booker carefully, seeing the tell tale signs that he had found his prey even before he spoke. “Hm, sounds like an unhappy couple, think I should try to mediate?” Lisette didn’t say anything as her curious gaze snapped in the direction of the arguing voices.
The young couple seemed to be in a heated argument that looked to be going nowhere pleasant as Booker slyly intervened. There was fascination in Lisette’s grim eyes. Where she toyed a little, Booker toyed a lot and it was always amusing to watch his little games before he frenzied like a wild animal. Her lips curled into a devious smirk and she looked towards Mila standing just a few paces away from her. It was easy enough to close the distance between them so that Lisette was once again evading the concept of personal space. “So did I hear Booker mention pets? Mila that is so five decades ago!” She scoffed and clucked her tongue with disappointment. “No wonder you’re so weak, poor thing. I guess you really did need us.” She patted the other woman’s stony shoulder softly, withdrawing her hand when Booker turned around with a bloodied muzzle.
“Now what would your mother think!” She called giddily watching his toothy, blood filled grin with delight. “Clean yourself off before I’m forced to do it for you and let’s go. Poor Mi over here is still starved.” She lowered her voice from a shout and eyed Mila dangerously. “And don’t be afraid to go for it all this time, honey. We can clean up the mess.”
The sordid smile that had formed on her face only grew wider as she observed the tense banter between Mila and Booker ending with their acquaintance walking hastily through the night. Lisette watched her going and finally glanced towards Booker with a lazy salute. “Oh, Bookie.” Her voice was still taunting when she addressed him, but there was a certain underlying affection that made her jeers seem less cruel. “You have a little something right there.” She murmured, wiping at the blood on his chin. Her eyes studied his face for a moment, dark and glistening malevolently. “Do you think she’ll stay?” Lisette asked with a thick voice as she scrutinized Mila walking a little ways in front of them.
“I think I heard something over this way. Come on.”
Lisette turned her head, ears peaked towards the direction Mila had said. “I don’t hear anyone...” She murmured, straining to hear. “Are you sure, Mila? I mean let’s get real you are a little off game tonight, l-love.” Her voice stuttered when the sound of soft singing wafted towards them. “Oh. Well...” An unpleasant smirk, that held none of her usual exuberant dolefulness, grew on her lips as both her eyebrows raised curiously. It wasn’t lost to her sharp, yet devastatingly morbid, mind that the singing was coming from the direction Mila had just abandoned. She glanced upward at Booker with a smug expression. “Mila, sweetheart, are you sure it wasn’t that way you meant?” Her hand slowly raised in the direction of the voice.
“Let’s go see who it is...”
“Yeah, I know. Just, Char...” He let go of her and crossed his arms over his chest. He could have been defiant had it not been for the soft, almost caring, expression written all over his features. “I just wanted to say that I-I’m sorry for... well y’know.” Yeah, she knew. He was sorry for cheating, sorry for being an ass their entire relationship, sorry for screwing everything up. “Just, lemme make it up to you.” He was pulling a small black object from his pocket, the iphone screen lit up to a picture of him holding a beer can and grinning goofily at the camera. It had been taken at the bar, she could tell. The rack of old liquors in the background was one of the many small charms that made people return to this dump every week. “Here’s my personal number.” He rattled off a bunch of random numbers that Charlie didn’t even bother trying to remember. “We should go out for coffee, why don’t you call me tomorrow and we can set up a time?” Charlie pursed her lips. “I, oh...” She couldn’t help but smile a little.
There had been a time in her life when Charlie would have killed for a date with Mitch Warton, a time when she had thrown herself at the smart, handsome bar owner just like every young girl trying to make it in her business did. But that time in her life had past, quite disastrously, and as she stared at that cocky smile with that confident build she just felt sorry for him. Mitch would be standing on this stoop for the rest of his life, trying to pick up on the newest, prettiest young girl. He would never settle down, never have any kind of stable family. He was doomed to this bar, to this night, she as much as she was... just as much as Mila was.
Charlie shivered. “Not this time.” Her hoarse voice was barely a whisper as she backed away. “I’m sorry.” But really, she wasn’t.
She gripped the guitar case tightly in her hand and briskly walked through the darkened streets. Knowing what she did, Charlie should have been scared of this never ending black that threatened to swallow her like the throat of some unholy monster. But Char had faced monsters, both the real and fictional kinds, and despite the fact that she should have been absolutely terrified she could hardly muster a small cautiousness as she slowly sauntered towards home. Home. She loathed her apartment, despite the fact that there was no longer any monsters lurking in the corners there. It was only her, alone with her thoughts that were worse than any beast that life could throw her way. A fierce wind caused her to shudder violently and she reached up to rub her arms that were full of gooseflesh. Her head was down and she watched her feet beat against the gritty pavement.
Charlie’s downcast eyes flickered suddenly when something caught her attention. Something familiar, something startling enough to make her stop dead in her tracks. “Mi-” She stopped herself, clenching her teeth painfully shut and tightening her grip on the guitar case. ‘You’re just seeing things again, shut up.’ Her inner thoughts warned her. It wasn’t implausible to think that she was seeing that woman when she wasn’t really there. Too many times in the past couple of days she had to double take on someone with pale skin and dark hair, and each time that person was not who she was subconsciously looking for, a hole in the pit of Charlie’s stomach would widen and grow denser with unease. She would tell herself that this hole was from fear, from an undeniable terror that Mila would come back into her life again but the truth was much more bleak than that humane response. The truth was that Charlie missed her... and that was the real terror here.
She blinked her eyes tightly, trying to clear her muddled thoughts, and continued towards her empty home, humming a soft song under her breath.
Lisette was standing casually, a little ways away from Mila and Booker. Her impartial eyes snapped up when Booker’s voice interrupted the night. “Looks like I’d better hurry, too, so Mila can get another fix before she gets cranky again. Guess she didn’t get quite enough to become her high and mighty self after all.” Lisette grinned towards him. “Oh look at you, Booker!” She giggled and shook her head. “Looking out for a friend, how generous you are. You’re such a good person.” Her gaze flickered to watch Mila.
”Lisette, I was just telling her that she really should feel at home with us. We could have this much fun all the time.”
“Now wouldn’t that just be wonderful.” Her voice raised in mock excitement and her hands clapped together once as the trio walked with unearthly silence through the streets. The night was almost completely dead now, but if you knew where to look you could still find the unlucky fools who dared to grace the streets at this hour. Lisette watched Booker carefully, seeing the tell tale signs that he had found his prey even before he spoke. “Hm, sounds like an unhappy couple, think I should try to mediate?” Lisette didn’t say anything as her curious gaze snapped in the direction of the arguing voices.
The young couple seemed to be in a heated argument that looked to be going nowhere pleasant as Booker slyly intervened. There was fascination in Lisette’s grim eyes. Where she toyed a little, Booker toyed a lot and it was always amusing to watch his little games before he frenzied like a wild animal. Her lips curled into a devious smirk and she looked towards Mila standing just a few paces away from her. It was easy enough to close the distance between them so that Lisette was once again evading the concept of personal space. “So did I hear Booker mention pets? Mila that is so five decades ago!” She scoffed and clucked her tongue with disappointment. “No wonder you’re so weak, poor thing. I guess you really did need us.” She patted the other woman’s stony shoulder softly, withdrawing her hand when Booker turned around with a bloodied muzzle.
“Now what would your mother think!” She called giddily watching his toothy, blood filled grin with delight. “Clean yourself off before I’m forced to do it for you and let’s go. Poor Mi over here is still starved.” She lowered her voice from a shout and eyed Mila dangerously. “And don’t be afraid to go for it all this time, honey. We can clean up the mess.”
The sordid smile that had formed on her face only grew wider as she observed the tense banter between Mila and Booker ending with their acquaintance walking hastily through the night. Lisette watched her going and finally glanced towards Booker with a lazy salute. “Oh, Bookie.” Her voice was still taunting when she addressed him, but there was a certain underlying affection that made her jeers seem less cruel. “You have a little something right there.” She murmured, wiping at the blood on his chin. Her eyes studied his face for a moment, dark and glistening malevolently. “Do you think she’ll stay?” Lisette asked with a thick voice as she scrutinized Mila walking a little ways in front of them.
“I think I heard something over this way. Come on.”
Lisette turned her head, ears peaked towards the direction Mila had said. “I don’t hear anyone...” She murmured, straining to hear. “Are you sure, Mila? I mean let’s get real you are a little off game tonight, l-love.” Her voice stuttered when the sound of soft singing wafted towards them. “Oh. Well...” An unpleasant smirk, that held none of her usual exuberant dolefulness, grew on her lips as both her eyebrows raised curiously. It wasn’t lost to her sharp, yet devastatingly morbid, mind that the singing was coming from the direction Mila had just abandoned. She glanced upward at Booker with a smug expression. “Mila, sweetheart, are you sure it wasn’t that way you meant?” Her hand slowly raised in the direction of the voice.
“Let’s go see who it is...”
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