A few other people also won for, like, other categories- including Katie Taylor in the Best Sports Book. I really really really wanted to meet her and she was RIGHT THERE in front of me but then I was called away for a photo, and then there were a few people who wanted napkins signed, and when I looked around again she was gone. Dammit. I always thought she looked so petite on screen, but in person she is physically IMPRESSIVE. Here she is with Cecelia Ahern- one of my top two favourite writer-type-people that I know.
It was a fun night- it always is- but very well behaved and restrained when compared to last year. Ah, last year... what fond, fond memories I have...
My editor Nick came over for it, so we were chatting about the Tanith novella and he reckons it needs only the barest of edits. What does that mean for you guys? It basically means it'll stay at around the 54,000 word mark and I won't have to cut anything out. Apart from, apparently, all those mentions of Tanith in a bikini. I sincerely don't see the problem. It's not like I have her running around nekkid or anything.
Ooh, maybe I should...
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«Oldest ‹Older 4601 – 4800 of 4925 Newer› Newest»Deacon: I may be a creep but power is all I'm really after. And I'm willing to take Emerald along for that power trip and watch as her poor little family burn to the ground.
Wow, thought this through, have you?
You do realize what power- in particular, that of the negative kind- does, right?
It screws you in the end,
Deacon: And I look forward to having her join me in that destruction.
No, I mean, screws you over, as in, yes, you might do something detrimental to the world, but it does, and will come back and hit you.
Usually with death.
Just coming on quickly to say that I wont be around as much because of wifi usage and stuff... *hugs all* bye
Deacon: And yet here I stand once again. And surprisingly, Emerald is back again.
Why did you come here? I was beginning to wonder if this conversation would turn interesting but it's beginning to bore me.
I'm sorry, Snow :/ *hugs* We'll miss you.
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It probably is.
Hm.
Well, I suppose I should also let you know that we've killed you twice and stopped your scheming. Twice. And thus I have the most faith in myself and my co-crimefighters, that we shall prevail once more.
Also
Quit kissing me
*Deacon smiles that perfect yet sadistic smile*
Deacon: But you are so irresistible!
And plus, I'm trying a different tactic this time. One that you've already been caught up in.
My dream sequences.
Yes, I know that, but YOU have to keep your dirty paws off.
And- dream sequences? Like the one you gave to Em?
*Deacon nods*
Deacon: Dreams have the only way to open up what our consciousness can't reach. The more she encounters these dream sequences, the more she dives deeper into her subconscious and lets go that power within her.
Wait, then how could I see it?
SuicidePreventionPlot1 = false
SucidePreventionPlot2 = true
if 'suicidepreventionplot2' = true
print('Things are looking good. :)')
(I'm sorry; I can't do Python. :P)
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*true:
*facepalm*
(I mean, the idea is quite good, and also makes sense, and also is actually like a prevention.
Because I don't want to just ERASE the whole thing.
Because otherwise what was the point?)
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Deacon: She remembers you.
If anyone else had walked in there and then, they would have seen nothing but Emerald asleep on the bed.
Hey Em! :)
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That doesn't make a lot of sense, Deacon..
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It looks fine to me, Star!
@Adra: :)
Wbd, reading.
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Just pre-ordered Little Mix's new single ☺️
I feel really sick though for some reason:/
Still doing homework too. Ugh.
Deacon: *smiles* Since when have dreams ever made sense.
I hope you feel better, Mara :/
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...
*Facepalm*
Now you're just plain getting on my nerves. What kind of a bad guy are you? Yeesh! It's like plucking teeth with you
Deacon: You're getting flippant again Adra...
Did you know that when an expecting mother dreams, part of that dream is viewed by the child.
I can make your dreams very uncomfortable if you doubt me.
Oh right, EXCUSE MY FLIPPANCY. GOD FORBID I PISS OFF THE BAD GUY.
OH NO.
and to be frank, I don't think you could make my dreams any worse then they already are.
Deacon: I'm not here to fight you Adra, nor Horowitz or even Castalan.
I only want Emerald.
*watching :)*
I hope you feel better soon, Mara. :)
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Yeah I know, but like hell you will get to her.
So, in a way, over my dead body, Deacon. You're going to HAVE to fight us, for her.
Which you won't win, by the way.
Deacon: So be it.
Enjoy the rest of your night princess and lets hope Emerald can get a good night sleep.
*He runs his tongue over his teeth as he smiles and walks back into the shadows.*
*It dawns on her that that could have just been a colossal waste of time*
*Grumbles* Seriously. Villains need to up their game nowadays...
*Slinks back for her lab, unscrewing her applesauce and sipping it*
*Looks at her tummy, making sure that they are okay*
*Nods in affirmation*
*Realizes she never followed up with Hunter*
*Shrugs*
MARA THE ILL IS SIMPLY A PEASANT JUST THROW NICENESS AT IT AND IT'LL BUGGER OFF! *hugs*
May possibly be here?
Wbd - reading The Hobbit
Hello, Ieni! *Waves* Sounds like fun!
Hey, Adra!:) *hugs*
Yea, I'm just at the bit in the forest where Bilbo is serenading the spiders (well not really serenading, but it sounds funny)
*Emerald looks at her arms. There is those black veins again rising and falling. What were they, why were they there?
They weren't itchy or annoying to her but they were sore at times. She sits up, as she does she feels dizzy. She then grabs an empty bucket she found in the bathroom and threw up in it.
She definitely didn't feel like she belonged here at all. She couldn't even talk without it hurting her vocal chords.*
Ah. I look forward to that part! I haven't read it yet, so .. :P
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*Back at her lab, she falls face first onto her magnetic couch*
*She will be up to Em's momentarily*
*but does, at least for a few minutes, need a break*
My pseudo-random number generator seems to favor the numbers 4, 6 and 7.
Going to sleep now! Night!!! *hugs*:)
Awh. Bye Ieni! Sleep well dearest!
Oh, dear...I seem to have done something now that makes it select 8 ten times as much as any other number. Blah.
Sleep well, Ieni! [hugs]
I still stand by that 13 is a fabulous number
[Shrugs] I had a really bad experience the summer I was 13, so I have a grudge against the number. Sorry.
Ah, there it is. I must have added a zero to the code by mistake. :-P All better!
I was only 13 a year ago.
Ugh. I was obnoxious back then.
*Adra shifts where she's laying, trying to prolong her moment of peacefulness*
*Carefully goes through her priorities*
Tiny human.
Scaring the woman who drugged Trip.
Making sure Niccolo and Ari don't die.
Deacon, getting rid of him.
Getting Em back to Chase and fixing whatever happened there.
Lorcan.
Trying to re-mend the alchemical ranks back home.
Doing as much as she can in helping stop Mevolent.
Precocious, and whatever is up with her and her wedding, and digging around in her mind until she finds out what's up with her and try to help her out.
Help Mara with the loss of her child.
*Stops making a list, beginning to feel a little overwhelmed, and just shuts her eyes for a few moments*
*Emerald slowly gets up off the bed. She walks slowly and wobbly towards the bathroom. She lets the water run in the bath, waiting for it to get warm. Her vision suddenly goes blank and she falls backwards, hitting her head against the bathtub.
She holds onto her head tight as she blinks a few times. She was literally seeing stars. She took her hand away from her head. No blood but she could definitely feel a bump.*
I was quiet at 13, but definitely obnoxious at 11/12.
*Does her best to negate her fatigue, but already her energy for the day is wearing thin*
*Sighs, knowing that staying up like she used to every night would be detrimental for the child*
*Goes to get more applesauce*
Most people were obnoxious in their first years of double digits.
Most.
12/13 is when people start to FINALLY grow up.
I'm sorry..
What are you sorry for, Mara? [hugs]
*Emerald manages to pull herself off the floor as she goes over and looks at herself in the mirror. She poked the bump on her head, it really was sore.
She then undressed and lowered herself down into the bath water. It was a nice warm temperature. As she took a breath and started to really relax in the water, the water's temperature was starting to feel a bit hotter.
She didn't notice it and just carried on her bath. That was until the water started steaming. Her skin was starting to turn red and burn. She screamed as she jumped out of the bath and ran some cold water over her now burned arms. She started crying again as she awkwardly tried to put a towel around her.
What was happening to her?*
For being weak and crying I guess.
And for being a screw up.
I just fail at everything.
I'm sorry.
Mara, you're alright.
If it makes you feel any less weak, I spent a good part of this morning crying as well. If not, forget I said anything. :-P
Incomplete list of things Mara doesn't fail at:
Making people around her smile
Making awesome LM edits
Being fangirly
Being perfect
Sorry about that... Wow. my internet was out for a while.
I'm not going to lie. It was hell waiting.
And- Mara, you have nothing to be sorry about. At all.
Welcome back, Adra. [hugs]
*sits cross legged on the rug in the bar, holding a lotus in one hand, flicking through books all around him, his gaze never wholly leaving the flower*
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Thanks, Fabi!
Hey Trip!
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*Gets up after a short nap with a sigh and goes to fish some more applesauce out of her pantry*
*Avoids thinking about her priorities, although the sooner she cuts the list down, the easier it will be*
*Sighs*
[Waves to Trip]
[Floats off to work on another of the projects due soon, still distantly here]
[What are you?]
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*hugs Adra and Fabi*
Idk. Sorry.
Fabi - Thanks. *huggles*
Being perfect should be "being annoying" though:P
And my edits aren't really awesome. Honestly.
Oh, speaking of edits, I have a new blog.
http://editingisfunyay.blogspot.ie
*She takes a sip of her applesauce, then her stomach twists violently*
Oh gods..
*Sprints for a restroom, promptly getting sick*
*hugs Mara* Nothing to be sorry for. :) You've given us a lot of happiness. I only wish you/we could do the same for you. :/
Not here - it's just I was reading Jane Eyre (which I'm discovering to be awesome) and Adele was speaking French AND I UNDERSTOOD HER.
Like, she was speaking WHOLE SENTENCES AND STUFF.
And I UNDERSTOOD.
ARGHHHH.
*dances*
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I love the URL, Mara.
I'm checking it out now
[What secrets do you hide? What power do you possess that no one knows? ANSWER ME!
Don't be stupid. It's a plant, it can't talk.]
*half expects the flower to talk*
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_Mara your edits are gorgeous omh these are actually really good!!_
_Mara your edits are gorgeous omh these are actually really good!!_
Like, ALMOST EVERY WORD.
HELP.
(No, it's hardly complex. But let me enjoy my achievement. :P)
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Jane Eyre is a rather amazing book, Star! And good for you!
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*Emerges a short time later, having brushed her teeth three times and used about half a bottle of mouthwash*
*Stumbles out, feeling frazzled and gross*
*Whoever said that it only happened in the morning was an idiot*
*Goes to get more applesauce and go for a walk*
*Ugh*
Those are some high quality pictures Mara. You have a real talent in editing. Find a good photogropher, maybe yourself, legally protect your work, and you could make a decent amount.
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[I've boiled you, burned you, stewed you, pressed you, drank you, but only when I eat you freshly picked do I... Whatever I do, I DON'T KNOW. Why?]
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Star - No... I have a lot to be sorry for. A lot.
You always make me smile. Coming here. Well. Unless I'm in a pissy mood or the atmosphere in Blogland is weird. But usually, yeah. You guys make me happy.
Adra - Not really... But thanks. *hugs*
Trip - I mostly steal ideas from other editors though, aha. But thanks. *hugs*
[Why, why? WHY? WHY..., whywhywhywhy? Grah!]
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Mara- the art of stealing is how every artist starts!
You try to copy people, until all of their styles mix together to form one uniquely to yours. You pick through everyone's stuff and take what you like, basically.
-
*She puts on a large coat and walks outside in the snow, and begins to build a snowman*
*Grinning*
Well, I like your edits at any rate especially the one you made me for Christmas. :-) [hugs]
Yay, Star!
That one is my favorite, Fabi!
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*Ties a dark blue and dark grey-blue scarf around the snowman*
*Nods, satisfied and grabs a staff to walk with, heading down a path that basically makes a circle around the inhabited area of Blogland*
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
[(Lotus=Enlightenment)+(Lotus-stem=Dead)=Dead Lotus= End of enlightenment, lotus+eat=no memories No memories= End of enlightenment, I've established that, but magic doesn't work through metaphors, does it? Everything has a cause and an effect, it's like science, except it doesn't obey it's laws and contradicts a lot of it. It's like sceince in some respects. Look, just drop the science metaphor. Fine.]
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Also, Trip, the emotional turmoil is entertaining.
Well, not entertaining in that sense-
Okay, hopefully you got what I meant.
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*As she walks, she makes careful to know where she is going through the vibrations in the ground, not needing a flashlight, although that might be beneficial for spotting animals that might try to eat her*
*Shrugs, and keeps going*
*Ponders*
*Realizes that her coat is the one with a multitude of weapons inside*
*Remembers who those weapons are reserved for*
*Rather, who? they are reserved for*
*Hisses*
Hallo, Sir! *hugs*
Herrow Sir.
*crushes the lotus, and drinks the dark brown potion in the mug next to him, it shock him back into focus. No wait, that was coffee. Coffee counts as a potion, in a way. Listen, we're telling a story in the Asterisks, we went over this. Talk to yourself in the square brackets.*
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*However, alchemy doesn't cover ice*
*She slips and falls backwards, sliding down a slight incline*
*Is slightly sore from that and might have bumped her head on the ground*
*Curses*
Greetings, Ms. Dark, Fabienne, Charm, Inkbright, and Mr. Castalan
*Crimson steps up behind Adra, quiet as a ghost, so, you know, you can hear her if you're really trying, her surprisingly bright red hair wisping in the wind, her hands in her coat pockets*
Crimson: Hello Adrasdos.
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*She looks up from where she's sitting, and uses her staff to help her off, brushing her coat off*
Ahem.
Hello.
Who are you, and how do you know my name?
Hello Sir.
Wbd, trying to persuade my family I'm not interested in football.
Use me as an example, Fabi. I hate sports too. Say all the cool kids are doing it.
Crimson: *somewhat airily* Trip told me it. You're most of what he talks about these days. Adra this, hair that. It's really quite tiresome.
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*She blinks, then her eyes narrow*
Oh.
You're her.
Why are you here, in Blogland?
Crimson: I followed him. He's really not very careful when coming here, you know, doesn't think anyone might follow him.
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[Laughs]
Okay. :-P
I'll tell them if they bug me again.
*There's a flash, and she has the tip of her sword near Crimson's neck*
Oh yeah?
Why are you following him, then?
Crimson: Are implies that I'm following him constantly.
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Right..
*Makes a face*
Well, kindly leave him alone, then.
All my edits are currently on my blog. You can check them out and, y'know, maybe leave a comment or two. That'd be nice.
editingisfunyay.blogspot.ie
Okay I'm asleep now I wake up in seven hours night x
Crimson: He did ask me to, you know. A century, he said.
Well, I'm only back for a month or two, so I thought a couple of days would suffice.
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Night, Mara! Sleep well!
Of bothering him?
Because, *She digs the sword slightly into Crimson's neck* I have no trouble with killing you.
G'night Mara!
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Hey Sir?
Yes, Ms. Dark?
Crimson: You may have no problem with doing so, but actually doing it will be where you struggle. *her sword bats Adra's aside, lazily twirled by the wrist., turns on her heels*
Anyway, he was mine long before he was yours, it's only fair.
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Sir, Hellboy and I wanted to know if the person in my profile picture is your author.
No, Ms. Dark.
Struggle?
And, frowns, what do you mean, yours? He said he hasn't loved anyone romantically before me..
dammit. Back to the drawing board, Adra.
We'll make one, Hb :P
Ms. Dark, to be frank, my author and I are almost nothing alike.
Crimson: Maybe /he/ hasn't.
*begins to make her way up the hill, and then holds up a small gold ring as she walks away*
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Where did your author get the idea of you, then, Sir?
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*Adra sips an applesauce*
Ah, hello again Rey.
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HANG ON JUST A MINUTE.
*Runs after her*
You don't mean.. Unrequited love? Is that why you're so damn thirsty for his attention?
Seriously.
*Her eyebrows furrow* Although I know it might be hard, you have to respect that he doesn't love you..
I'm quite interested to know as well.
Hello, all *hugs n stuff*
((Ari: I KNEW THAT SOMEDAY THE MEMORES TRIP LOST WOULD COME BACK TO HAUNT HIM. MAYBE THIS ISN'T THAT, BUT STILL. I THINK IT IS. I CALLED IT. Not that that's a good thing... *frowns*
Niccolò: For the purpose of clarity I'd like to state that we have returned now, although Aretha is liable to fall asleep again at any given moment. Hello, everyone.))
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Hello Aretha and Niccolo! *hugs both*
Ari- how was the competition?
Greetings, Ms. Tesla and Mr. Croatoan.
Ms. Dark, my author simply thought of me, one day. That is all.
Hello Trip! When did we meet, sorry? Memory's shot. At least, i think i remember it being shot...
But hey! How're you?
((IHDIHWIHDIHWIHDIHSIIHSIDHIDHIHFIHEIHWIHDHIDIHDIHSIHEHISIH))
((...well this is interesting.))
Well then. Lucky us for that thought, Sir.
Crimson: Observe the ring, Empress, what finger, would such a ring go on?
Or have I not dropped enough hints?
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((Niccolò: Hello and goodbye, Trip. Sleep well.
Ari: To write more now, or to wait... That last bit didn't come out as well as I wanted it to at all- I kind of wish I'd left it at the piece before- but it's too late to fix it now, and I can make up for it if my next bits are good. Hm...))
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Most likely, Ms. Dark.
Excuse me, Ms. Fabienne?
((Welcome back, Ari. :-) ))
Ay, but..
No, apparently you haven't dropped enough hints.
A while ago, I didn't expect you to remember. We hardly conversed. (Herrow Ari, Nic.)
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((Apologies.))
For what, Ms. Fabienne?
((Ari: IT WAS SO MUCH FUN. I danced till a little after three AM. And then I was one of only five people to show up for boot camp this morning. My hands were shaking at breakfast before the boot camp even began, though, so it didn't surprise me that it was awful and I really didn't feel well and ugh. But the weekend was so, so much fun, and everyone told me I danced well, so yay. :) I'll probably have some pictures later, or something. Thanks for asking!))
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Crimson: Fingers, rings, other he, come on, he told me you were smart.
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Sorry for not remembering, Trip xS
((That random outburst of gibberish.))
((Glad you enjoyed yourself, Ari. :-) ))
*Is clicks*
...
You're kidding me.
Crimson: Don't 'im, would ya?
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I'm... Sorry?
Don't tell 'im.
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*She glares at her* I won't if you promise to keep your paws off.
Ole
Ole
Fantastic.
I'd like to dedicate to food, and to me getting it, because I'm really hungry.
Update: I haven't moved to get food yet
Crimson: Paws? What am I, some, wild beast, here to,pounce at the first sign of weakness?
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Seriously how many pages have you claimed with the Ole thing XD Well done.
((Ari: Should I write more, though, or just jump into the roleplay and not explain what happened? Of course, if I do write it out, there's a much, much higher chance that something I didn't expect would happen. And I should write it out. But I'm also a little tempted to not, probably just because I'm tired. Hm...))
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Well, I mean, you look a bit like a lion, what with your wild hair.
And I wouldn't doubt that you would hesitate to pounce at him the first opportunity you got.
Whichever, Ari. As long as you both are safe and okay.
Aye, Hb. It's a talent.
((Ari: Are you an actual private eye, Mr. Reynolds- like, is that your job- or is it a title?))
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((Whichever, I suppose...))
My cat is sniffing my keyboard..?
Hm. Interesting.
Crimson: How dare you? If your Trip dissipeared for two years, how would that make you feel? Huh? And, if he washed up two years later, with absolutely no memory of you, and no way of even knowing of your existence, how would you feel? Not good, yeah, me too!
Except you can leave that, dark fantasy, but me, that's my life! So if you, for one minute suggest you would be any different, go and find the real world.
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[Mr Reynolds: For the right price, I'm a detective too. But I don't do marriage business. If you want to find out if your significant other is cheating, you gotta do it yourself, ma'am.]
[All joking aside I have not had a worthwhile case in years. Really, if you want me to tail a spouse and there's money involved, I'll do it.]
It would be different, because I wouldn't even be able to live with that.
I have entertained the idea before, yes, of what would happen. And to me, I don't think I would be able to stand being left again.
So there. I do know how it is.
*Cough* Nikola Tesla *cough*
This is irritating.
I'm moving and adjusting an image on this collage, and then I have to exit the app and come back a minute later to see where it ended up.
The thing was working fine earlier...
On the bright side, though, I probably would exit the app and come here every so often anyway.
Crimson: You know, do you? To be forgotten?
We'll see about that. Good day, Mrs. Cain. *dissipears into the forest, as silent as she came*
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Ew, that doesn't sound fun, Fabi. *hugs*
Take it in breaks, I say.
*Her face falls*
Of course..
*Takes a step back, about to head for the bar*
*Changes her mind and goes back to the lab*
*She begins by walking*
*Starts to run*
*Which is a slightly awkward run, considering her state*
*Rushes inside, sobbing, and slamming the door behind her*
*Without thinking about much, she goes ahead and kicks a table, breaking a leg, and the vases and highly breakable objects fall off, shattering*
Yeah..l
*She continues to break things, angry at Crimson. Angry at herself for getting out of her reverie when she met Trip and falling in love. Angry at the hormones that are killing her. Angry at- everything.*
*Picks up an entire stack of plates, and hurls them as far as she can, grabbing a lamp, and beginning to slam it against miscellaneous objects*
*Around her are the ruins of glass and sharp fragments of her anger*
*Hits the ground, covering her face as she cries*
Hm. Wbd, slightly.
Greetings, Ms. Pendragon.
Hello, Kallie
Hi Kallie.:-)
fabiAlright = True
Kallistasista, hey! *hugs* You made it xD
I here sorry i went out
Ahem well I know Ari's back I cannot wait to see John again
Hello, Zaf
:P I'm doing alright, Kal. Wbu?
Hello Zaf.
[hums to self and nibbles at a purple carrot]
Greetings, Ms. Kerias.
*Adra, some time later, moves from her corner and grabs a broom, beginning to sweep the shattered pieces up*
*Briefly checks the tiny human's energy, which remains unscathed, and continues to sweep and clean*
[Smiles]
Thanks. Would you like one?
[Offers purple carrots to everyone]
*noms a purple carrot* Can't tell if it's the radiation from this carrot or I'm just tired, but I swear i'm seeing double.
Aretha gasped awake, sputtering and coughing, and was more irritated than anything else to discover that she was still coughing up blood. The fever and the weird rashes were still there, too, but they'd gone down. It had been almost sunset when she got there, but the sky was dark and glittering with stars when she opened her eyes. Niccolò only had twenty four hours, at best, and nothing was ever at best. She was running out of time. She sprang up- she couldn't remember where she'd left both of him, but she needed to figure it out right now- and her vision went completely black. Her head was pounding, and somewhere in her mind she registered the feeling of falling.
Before her delayed sense of panic took over, something caught her, supporting her gently but firmly, and she was standing again. She opened her mouth to speak, but only coughed more instead. And suddenly there was this voice, so smooth it sounded like dark chocolate, softly shushing her. "You've no need to speak," the stranger explained, "Both of your friends are safe, and the illness will be gone in a few moments." It took her a few seconds to hear what he'd said, and she nodded almost imperceptibly, blinking against the black dots that still obscured her vision. It took her a few more seconds to wonder why she was trusting this person.
It was just that he sounded so much like... She couldn't put her finger on it exactly, but she knew that voice... And ever so slowly, through the thick fog in her mind, she realized. She opened her mouth to speak again, but before she could say anything, he quieted her. "Speech will only hurt you," he reminded her, "But recall that I can hear your thoughts. There is nothing you need say." She was so, so tired. "You may sleep if you wish to. No harm will come to you, and you've already saved me." She didn't need another invitation. She let her eyes slip closed and fell against him. Take me home, she thought quietly, And let's... That link... Her mind was already spiraling quickly into unconsciousness, but she knew it was as good as done. The last thing she remembered was a raging fire in the darkness, and guilt thick enough to drown in. She whimpered softly as she sank into dreams.
((Ari: Well, there you go. A bit more writing- I think that came out better than the last bit, but I'm too tired to be able to say that with any sort of conviction. And we're ready to reenter the roleplay now, but for the rest of the night, as Niccolò said, I'm liable to fall asleep at any moment without warning.))
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I get to do all of my homework tomorrow..
As for my writing.. *Looks at her Rp*
*Shakes her head*
It was lovely, Aretha.
And, you know where Adra is, although I'm guessing you might be more inclined to go to Zaf's. Whichever, she's there.
Oh, I forgot most of you aren't used to purple carrots. I live near the edge of things, and have access to a really good farmer's market. :-)
But yeah, purple carrots are real and grow that way naturally.
ARETHA TESLA. WHY IS IT THAT EVERYTHING YOU WRITE MAKES ME WANT TO CURL UP IN A BALL AND SCREAM MY HEAD OFF? YOU'RE BRILLIANT, YOU EVIL PERSON.
...
Either that or I'm really emotional.
(ARI!!!! NIC!!! Omg I missed you
Gah, that's awesome, Aretha. Welcome back.
((Niccolò: Given that I am no longer in immediate danger of impending death, I am still not in a position to spend several hours under the control of another name, so if I roleplay with Zafira as John, it will have to be outside of any established storyline.))
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I still have to do schoolwork, 'cause I'm a homeschooled weirdo. :-P
I need to post that thing with my plot line.
It's okay, but I know that it could be more emotion-worthy, but I'm not sure if I can get it there...
(Alright Nic, I'm cool with it *hugs tightly* Thank you thank you!!'
Thank you Kallie, but that wasn't what I meant.
Ah, nevermind that, anyway.
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*She puts the bucket to the side, and takes a deep breath*
Destroy
*She touches a wall, and the room that was meant to hold Niccolo collapses*
*She rubs her belly, and sighs, feeling a headache come on, like she's going to explode from everything piling up inside of her*
(Nic- if I reference it I'll say it happened near Zaf's b-day which is Octorber 13 mine is on Saturday
((Ari: Thank you, everyone! *bows* *is still too tired to judge whether or not that was actually good* *but Moss's reaction indicates that it was at least good at something* *tiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiired* *was hoping that piece would come out nicely because I'm really feeling the tired-ness, but that also means it has a much higher risk of being bad because tired* *my head was so foggy this morning* *one of my instructors asked me a question and I didn't hear it* *oops* *is better now, but still* *I think I'm better, I might not be* *is shutting up now, sorry*))
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(Ari relax breathe *hugs* brilliant peice
((Ari: Oh, I'm totally relaxed, just not very awake/aware. You know those glasses that distort your vision so you see like a drunk person would? I feel a bit like I'm thinking through one of those. Which is ok, because they don't bother me that much anyway, but I think/hope you get the point.
Hmmm, ok, I'm going to try this out. But bear with me, because tired, and constant msd. Zaf, I'll need some sort of starting point for your thing. Does that make sense? If not, I can clarify.))
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Ari: *knocks on Adra's door*
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Sorry, slightly distant- updating dA...
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*She finishes cleaning*
*Sits down on her couch thing*
*She tries not to think to hard and worry herself further*
*Sighs*
*It probably isn't good for the kid*
*Curls up under a blanket, tasting salt*
(Huh. Like okay you want to know where Zaf is or something? She'd be in the treehouse alone. I guess maybe John could surprise her by being out?
*Lifts her head*
*Curses, wiping her face and checking herself in the mirror, pinching her cheeks to get color to them*
*Does a ten-second makeup, and hides the redness of her eyes*
*Opens the door with a huge smile* Hello, Ari!
Ari: Hey, Adra! Did your hair grow, or is that just me?
John: *knocks on Zafira's door*
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((I need a name for a fairly fancy restaurant.... Can't be a real place. Help?))
I have no idea, Fabi!
The Melting Pot!
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My hair? Probably. *Opens the door wider* Come in, though, before you freeze.
*slightly unsure goes over and answers* Who- *gasps* John!
[Sorry for being so distant, guys. Just reading the RP is all xD I gtg now, still daytime for me and housework is on my agenda for today. Had a good time tho- I'll see you all later :) Stay shiny!]
((That's a real fondue restaurant. It'd be rude of me to explode it. It's okay, though. I'll think of something.))
Bye HB!
((Waves))
The melting pot is great..
((Ari: You could just pick a random name and call it that- like, I could pick John Smith, and call it Smith's.))
Ari: Oh, right. Thanks! *steps in* So, I assume you've gone and come back already?
John: Y-yes, hello, Zafira. *smiles* You're looking radiant today, as always.
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Another reason why I shouldn't totally destroy it! XD
GAH. I lost the bit I posted and deleted yesterday. :-/
Meh, I'll just rewrite it. That's why I deleted it, is cause parts needed rewriting.
Oh, apparently it's dinner!
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But everyone else is eating in front of the TV, and I don't want to do that.
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Whatever. XD
((Yeah, that's what I'll probably end up doing.))
OH! *Her face falls* Yeah, I am.
*Shuts the door behind her*
Can I get you anything to eat? Drink? Other? *Sips some applesauce*
You name it, you got it, really. I'm quite good at cooking anyway, so you won't have to worry about food poisoning or anything ghastly like that.
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