Okay FINE, so we're all waiting for the Tanith cover... It's looking like a Friday reveal right now- so long as we suffer no more delays. Believe me, once you see it you'll know it's been worth the wait. Tom's best cover. Ever.
Speaking of awesome covers, take a look at these.
Isn't that brilliant? There is literally nothing about this cover that I do not love. And there's more!
I know Suz Korb is a Blog-reader and she's commented a few times, but just take a look at these books she's written. And the titles! Pulpy, trashy, and so much FUN.
You know that old saying, never judge a book by its cover? That's not always applicable. People who judge my books by Tom's covers know exactly what they're getting- awesomeness on a page. And if a writer has enough taste to approve these covers, as Ms Korb obviously does, then that bodes very well for what's inside. From what I know, they're all available online.
Okay, I didn't actually intend to show all of these covers, but once I started I just couldn't stop.
This Blog post, by the way, is for a girl called Molly, who I met today in Forbidden Planet in Dublin. There I was, perusing the shelves, building up the stack of comics in my hand, and then I hear a "Excuse me, can I ask you a question?" from right beside me. I turn, and there stands a fifteen-year old in a really odd hat.
She was, as you can imagine, overjoyed at meeting me. We talked about her nonsensical love of all things Transformers (except the movies- she has issues with the movies) and her appreciation of Batman and how she never could get into Wonder Woman. That led to a conversation about lassoes, and then to a conversation about lassoing horses, and then to a conversation about how cowboys don't lasso horses, they just run after them when they want to catch them. Bless her, she has a small brain.
So this is a Blog post for Molly. Happy birthday Molly.
I've been watching some movies lately. I saw The Amazing Spider-Man last week. Not as bad as I'd been led to believe. I quite enjoyed it, in fact. Andrew Garfield didn't have to cry NEARLY as much as Tobey Maguire, and of course Emma Stone is just divine. I could watch her in anything.
The Dark Knight Rises is out now, of course, but I'd already seen that in the cinema. Not perfect, and some of the story just refuses to make any kind of sense, but a fitting end to the trilogy. I am in awe of Christopher Nolan's ability to generate atmosphere, and then use that atmosphere to make the audience dread what is about to happen.
I've been playing games as well. Just finished Hitman: Absolution. Awesome stuff. I want to play it again and not fire a single shot. Now that's a challenge...
I had been playing the new Assassin's Creed game, but got bored.
Dishonored, however, is a game that did not bore me. The thought and the imagination that went into building that world is staggering. Loved it.
Basically, I've been fitting as much as possible into the last few weeks because I think I've started Book 8... It's all very random at the moment, very casual, just writing a few bits and pieces, a few scenes here and there... but yeah... I think I've actually started. I had a look at the plot a few days ago, to remind myself of what's in store. I've already got it planned out to a degree- I did that a week or two after finishing KOTW- and wow. A LOT happens in this book. Like, SERIOUSLY. It's going to take a lot of planning on my part. War is like that. Complicated. Got to remember who's on who's side and where they are and when certain things take place and who's around when certain people DIE HORRIBLY.
Be warned. There will be horror. There will be slaughter. There will be betrayal and hatred and love and there WILL be blood.
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((Oh! I don't watch that, Sorry))
((Nah it's alright
It's just
TEAM KIAN ALL THE WAY WOO WOO WOO WOO))
... Well, yes, I suppose.
*Priya claps, excitedly*
*She signs* "Right. Who is going to be my vehicle? Volunteers?" *She smiles*
@Mara: WHAT????????????????????????????????
NOT JOEY! D:
*has never watched it, but everyone talks about it everywhere*
#ChaseForBookNine
Alright. Well, I'm ready when you are.
*rocks back and forth on her feet*
I must confess, I've never been bowling before.
*gives Priya a frightened look*
Vehicle?
*her grip tightens around her scarf-shaped van*
*Priya wage her eyebrows at Doctor*
Erm . . .
*Wags
*She signs* "I mean who is going to let me sit on their back? I'm all but weightless, after all. I'm not a burden, I promise."
((*screams at Star* YES!!!! YES JOEY!!!!! D: D: D: D: D:))
Er, me, I suppose, Ms. Priya. The good Doctor seems a bit nervous.
Erm . . .
*glances at Sir*
*then back at Priya*
Erm . . .
I could do it, I suppose . . .
*sighs with relief at Sir's words*
Or Sir could do it.
Or Sir could do it.
((TEAM KIANNNNNNNNNN))
((I LOVE DAVID BUt i hate lucy so much ugh))
*Priya looks back and forth, confused now*
*In her lab, Adra closes her eyes for a minute, before grabbing a cane, and limping to her pinboard, rearranging, inventing, and scrapping ideas*
... Quite. Well, I suppose we shall simply have to teach you to bowl, then.
*looks at Ms. Priya*
DO you know how to bowl?
*Priya carefully jumps onto Sir's back*
*Priya gives Sir a thumbs up*
*claps her hands*
Alright! Well, let us be off!
. . . Where precisely are we going?
*Priya nods*
*nods*
Downtown, my good Doctor. Where, hopefully, there will be no catastrophic events or rampages of any description!
*sets off at a brisk pace*
(I was watching Youtube and then when I had posted it, I forgot to refresh so my page was stuck like 10 comments behind... I feel ashamed.)
*Priya nearly falls off, then clings to Sir's jacket*
No catastrophe? What a shame.
*follows Sir*
*trying to ignore the voice in her head*
*whispering "Eight days, eight days."*
(omg Em that's funny :P *pets her face*)
(*pats Emerald's shoulder*
Don't worry about it. It has happened to the best of us.)
(I'm here just not saying much)
*Adra thinks for a second* *Her eyes for a moment, then sighs* Of course.... We could simply just ask...
*She nods, setting her pen down, then working further on her work* *She pauses*
*She sets her jaw with a few materials*
(*tut-tuts disapprovingly*
I think I lost him.)
*keeps forward at the selfsame brisk pace, until they get further into the city*
*sighs, as the sidewalks become more and more crowded, and they become party to more and more looks*
This is why I seldom venture into the city. Harrumph.
(Ay, people are busy sometimes. *nods*)
*She feels the stares and buries her head into Sir's jacket, not liking the attention on her*
(Ah, there he is!)
*easily winds her way through the crowds*
Well, it could be worse. We could be contending with the crowds of 1586's Paris. And a smell much worse too.
(( I watched it earlier, Meera...))
Ah, but I always thought there was a certain character to that old smell. Much of the scents of modern cities are so... Anonymous. But that certainly is simply my opinion.
*They become party to a fair larger amount of looks*
*Priya slinks farther back, closing her eyes, trembling, and remembering*
In my opinion, the character of the city is based on the buildings and how many dark alleys there are, not the smell.
*nods to a staring seven-year-old*
*continues following Sir*
(My siblings and i are brilliant)
((We have about 4-5 inches of snow!))
(We have no snow.
*crosses her arms and elegantly sulks*)
((Come yonder to Cincinnati, then!))
((Annoyed? Of course not! But I wanted to answer you in the case that no one else did (because of the RP), and that was actually the best thing I could come up with..
And *hugs* Bye bby))
... *frowns*
Well, Ms. Priya, you can come out now. We are here.
"'here' happens to appear be a rather large, generic national-brand bowling alley*
*he promptly enters the tiny alley squeezed next door*
*is about to walk into the generic alley*
*turns on her heel*
*strides into the smaller alley*
*glancing furtively around her*
*and hoping nobody noticed her mistake*
(2-4 inches tonight :D maybe more since I'm a northern county and on a mountain
*She hops off gently, shivering slightly, unnerved*
*Priya
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But the words will always hurt me
Get them thrown at me every day
If only I can break free
They say you have to know yourself
Otherwise you don't survive in this world
Of sticks and stones
Alone on my own so long
Thinking about what's all gone wrong
I've put up with it for too much time
I can get disruption wherever I go
Love has turned to hatred
Friends turn to foes
I don't want to be me anymore
That girl has broken me in two
And left me raw
I can't face another day
I'm scared
Alone in my dreams too long
I wanna be the girl who's confident and strong
I want to feel alive
People say you have to know yourself
Otherwise you don't survive in this world
Of sticks and stones
I don't want to be me anymore
That girl has broken me in two
And left me raw
I can't face another day
I'm scared
I'm scared
So much more being told to be yourself
So much more trying to laugh and joke with yourself
I don't want to be me anymore
That girl has broken me in two
And left me raw
I can't face another day
I'm scared
I don't want to be me anymore
That girl has broken me in two
And left me raw
I can't face another day
I'm scared
I'm scared
I'm scared
I'm scared
I'm scared
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But the words will always hurt me
Get them thrown at me every day
But one day I will break free
One day I will know myself
So I can survive in this world
Of sticks and stones
*the room is rather dimly lit, and the whole business is rather small, with only four alleys to bowl upon*
*Only one is occupied, by a group of rather bored, uniformed individuals*
*the only person in uniform that isn't bowling, however, is waving them over to his desk in a friendly, manic fashion*
Well, then. After you?
(*slow claps*
Lovely, Maralie. I'm not very up-to-date on songs. Did you write that yourself, or no?)
*Back at the lab, Adra stands in her kitchen, putting food in a searing pan, cooking slightly* *Is figuring out how she's going to eat* *She swirls her food around in the pan*
You know these people, do you?
*shrugs*
*approaches the desk*
Erm . . . hullo.
We're here to bowl . . .
*Socially-Awkward Precocious*
((Meera! *hugs*))
*Priya carefully slips in off the alleyway, doing her best to appear invisible to the others*
(*faints* i have a 94 in Math.....i suck at Algrbra)
I wish, Anni.
It's by Rachel Furner. Aka Tich.
(And I got a 107 on my math test sorry this is like....scary I never did this well in Algebra
(Fair enough, Maralie.
I only asked because I write quite a few songs and poems in my spare time. Sappy, I know, but there it is.
I've quickly learned however that I cannot write a normal poem. There must always be a a silly hat or a stapler or a horrible murder.)
[hugs hugs hugs hugs hugs Maralily]
#ChaseForBook9
Anni - I can't write things. At all. I have no talent in songwritinf or poetry in the slightest.
I've read some of your poems. They're amazing *hugs*
*hugs Fabi*
(Awh, you have? Why, thank you.
*offers tea and Poptarts*)
*the rather rotund man gives the good Doctor a wide grin*
Man(ager): Great, great! Bowling! Great to meet ya, name's Al, not short for nothing, just Al!
*sighs*
Albert...
Al: Al!
Bert. Please, I would simply ask that you quit such panning for customers, and simply provide these two ladies some pairs of proper foot attire for bowling.
Al: ...
Bah, fine.
*Albert bends over, and begins rustling through some boxes*
Oh, and by the way, don't give him any money. He's damned to run this bowling alley until it's in the black, or for all eternity.
*Priya looks terrified by the stranger*
*nods knowingly, as if she hears of man(agers) bound to serve bowling alleys for all eternity on a daily basis*
*gestures*
Those. That size there. Ah, thank you.
*takes the box from Al*
. . . Hmph. Thanks, Al.
Khasiis: EIGHT.
Ooh . . .
*rubs her temples furiously*
*grits her teeth*
*and smiles as the pain gets worse*
*begins to pull on the pair of shoes*
*songwriting
No, thanks *hugs*
tich's songs are so relatable tbh
(*hugs Maralie*
. . . Speaking as a lady who's a bit OCD, I would like to make it known that I've likely *hugged* more people on this blog than I have in real life.)
Er... Ms. Priya. You hardly have to take the box from him, but could you at least tell me the size of your feet?
*Priya holds up five fingers*
(*sigh* Well I'll wait until Ari comes to do anything as it seems everyone is preoccupied)
((Looks at drawing))
((Really wants to make Liz's eyes blue))
((The drawing is in grayscale))
((Wonders if it would look good or odd))
#ChaseForBook9
*Albert is still under the counter*
...
Albert.
Al: Al.
Albert, she is a five.
Al: ... Oh. Of course.
*Albert awkwardly slides a very large box back into its slot, and straightens up awkwardly*
*takes the box, and extends it to Ms. Priya*
*Chase walks into his house to see the front room window smashed. There is blood on the wall and some furniture tossed around.*
Chase: What the fuck...
*He runs upstairs to see the top level empty. He comes back down.*
Chase: *shouts* EM???
((It really depends, Fabi- is it on paper, or on a computer?))
*Priya carefully takes the box, offering a slight smile, then going to sit, putting her shoes on*
*stands up*
*testing out the new shoes*
. . . Mmph.
*stretches*
Alright. Now that that's through, shall we get started, I suppose?
*gives Al a suspicious look*
((Paper))
((I'll probably do it in grayscale first, then trace another version in color.))
#ChaseForBook9
(*looks around* I'm assuming I'm unwanted...right.
*Albert holds up his hands, and shrugs*
Al: Hey, now. If you wanna walk out, feel free, but just give me my shoes back, first.
My good Doctor, the bowling balls are over there.
*points*
*Albert looks a bit disappointed*
*sits in a tree* *picks the petals off a flower, watching them as the wind picks them up and they dance around* *sighs*
*picks up a bowling ball*
*tosses it from hand to hand as easily as if it were an apple*
Alright . . . basically, roll this down the alley and try to knock down all the pins, right?
*makes her way to Lane 2*
*Priya tucks her other shoes into the box, sliding it under her chair and stands up, doing her best not to slip and fall over*
-
*Adra finishes making her meal, and goes to the balcony on the second floor of her lab, which protrudes from the mountain*
*She sits there lazily, a small fireplace in the floor*
(You can hear Chase shouting or stuff Zaf!!! Come on gurl!)
((Gtg!))
Erm, well, in simple terms, yes, my good Doctor. Though... Perhaps the ball you are holding is a bit light. Just a tad.
(*looks bestruck with sorrow*
Goodbye, Fabi . . .
*stretches out her hand for Fabi's retreating form*
No . . .
*bows her head*
*plucks some flower petals*
*releases them into the wind*
Farewell, Fabi . . .)
Well, good bye, Ms. Fabienne.
((Wtf Anni omg- Bye Fabi! *huggles*))
*Priya notices how parched she is and retreats for a moment to seek a source of water*
*She looks carefully at Al for a moment*
*She tries to avoid his glance, looking for a fountain*
Or maybe all that dieting and working out has finally paid off. Look!
*puts down the bowling ball*
*picks up another one*
*and nearly staggers from the weight*
. . . Oh.
I guess not.
*disgruntledly rolls the ball down the alley*
Bowling Ball: *rollin'*
*rollin'*
*rollin'*
*hits slightly off-center and knocks down six pins*
. . .
. . .
. . . Humph.
*Death walks through the abandoned town, her arms crossed tightly over her chest*
Please, you know I won't.
I... I can't trust you. I'm sorry.
Just remember the last time I was out. I saved the kid's life.
And killed me.
But you were saved. You're happy... Right?
*Death doesn't respond for a while. She walks until she trips over. She's far from the town now. Judhipour is still waiting for an answer*
I only live to die another day. I've got a countdown now. Today may just be my last.
(Adra, are you familiar with that fascinating set of gentlemen known as Panic! At the Disco?)
(Ah, hullo there, Death Rose.)
*Chase quickly walks through Blogland, a sense of panic setting in.*
Chase: *shouts* Em?? Lorcan?? Emerald???
((Hey there Rose!))
((I am, Anni- but I don't particularly care for their music- no offense, I know you're fond of them.))
*Priya looks at Al, feeling herself tense up*
*Wonders why the hell there wouldn't be a water fountain*
(Oh no, I'm certainly not offended. I find their music is a bit hit-or-miss, so they say. Either I am very enthusiastic about one of their songs or I loathe it with just as much enthusiasm.)
Well. For a first roll, six pins certainly isn't bad. It did not enter the bunker, at least.
*there is a pair of water fountains by the restrooms, one evidently for giants, and the other is, in fact, below the ground*
Ravel: *follows Chase's yelling*
*She spots them and skips over*
*She looks at the tall one and squares her shoulders, trying to drink from it*
*She fails horribly and sags, going to the smaller one*
((I understand that, Anni *nods*))
*Turns to face Ravel*
Chase: Ravel, what the hell happened to my home, where's my wife and kids? What the hell is going on??
Right. How many rolls to I get? Three, right?
*rolls another one*
Bowling Ball: *rollin'*
*rollin'*
*rollin'*
*hits the pins*
*and knocking down all but two*
. . .
*bites her lip*
Hmm.
*prepares her next bowling ball*
Rather odd bowling alley, this. Isn't it?
*rolls*
Bowling Ball: *rollin'*
*rollin'*
*rollin'*
*knocks down the last two pins*
*punches the air*
Hurrah!
*do
Ravel: I haven't seen Emerald and Alexis and Lorcan both vanished. And I'm not going to ask Zafira as her and John Smith are talking and I am slightly afraid what John would do as he's a name
(Hey guys!!))
*She picks herself up slowly, brushing off the dirt from her jeans* Death. You have a limit. That means I do to. You have to let me have some time too!
*Death stops walking, her head hung low*
I shouldn't... I shouldn't have to...
But I saved his life! You owe me!
*She sinks to her knees, screaming. Only then, when Judhipour finally takes control, does she realise it was all just a lie. Judhipour only wanted to be free. She lied*
Er.
Well, traditionally speaking, it is two rolls...
*Albert shrugs, knowing that they won't be paying, so he goes back to polishing a bowling ball*
Even still, and excellent show, my good Doctor.
*Adra yawns, finishing up her food and trudging inside again, wiping her eyes*
*She goes downstairs, slightly worried, but can't really think*
*Priya looks at Albert, both curious and scared of him at the same time*
*She cautiously approaches him, on the case that she might make Sir angry with her*
*looks dejected*
. . . Ah.
*sits down beside the lane*
Well, your turn.
*looks suspiciously at the alley*
*trying to determine the best way to do it in two rolls next time*
(Would Adra have known about 'Chase' abusing Em or was it just Trip??)
*Chase runs over to Adra's lab and knocks on the door*
Ravel: well then. *walks off really bored*
((Er, I'm not sure, actually.))
*Adra winces, the pounding hurting her skull. She rubs her chin, limping to the door as each step pinches her right leg*
*She opens the door, an absolute mess*
*Chase looks concerned*
Chase: Jesus Adra, are you alright??
*Albert raises his eyebrows, and looks up*
Al: Well, you got something to say?
Right, I do suppose it is my turn.
*holds his bowling ball carefully*
*lines it up*
*takes a few steps forward*
*and lets it sail down the aisle, knocking one pin over*
(Oh. My. God. I cannot handlemy father if he doesnt fucking shut his mouth someone is going to die. Because I'm not the fucking servant. He's been nasty to me and blamed me for his mistake. And has the nerve to yell at me when I'm not the one who did it.)
*raises an eyebrow*
*but says nothing*
*for the sake of politeness*
(My father died a few months ago.
In fact, was his birthday.)
(*today, I mean. Today was his birthday.)
*Walks from the tree like, giggling like a six year old girl. She looks around quickly, noting Ravel walking away. She skips up behind him, trying to hold in her bouts of maniacal laughter but doesn't succeed*
*Priya waves, looking curiously around*
*She signs* "Do you speak sign language?"
*She passes him a note with the same thing, in case he dosen't*
-
*Adra gives him a droll look* What do you want
(It sounds like Judiphor and Khasiis would get along rather well together.)
((Wow... The stream of consciousness... *hug*))
(I'm sorry Zaf and Anni... :/ ))
Chase: I've come home and the place is a mess, there's blood on the walls and I can't find Em or the kids.
(Possibly, Anni... ;) ))
(Thank you for your sympathy, Death Rose. It means rather a lot coming from you.
. . .
. . . I'm sorry, I seem to have been using the word rather rather a lot.
*snaps fingers*
There it was again! It's getting rath- AH!
*frowns*)
(*hugs Anni*
(Ill go back to being distant....i kinda see how much I am wanted so yeah carry on I'm not gonna interefere with such content people
(*hugs Zafira*
We made pecan pie today. That was his favorite food. And we went around town at performed 47 (his age) random acts of kindness.
It was my mother's idea. It was a good one.)
*Al looks confused as the mystical finger-waggling, but then reads the note*
Al: Oh, guess not, then. So, you gonna buy something or what?
*retrieves the bowling ball, and repeats what he did last time*
*the ball creeps down the lane at a snail's pace, pings off of one pin, and the rest fall down*
((My sympathies, Ms. Barnosky.))
(*and)
(Uh, Zaf, I'm trying to RP with you...
*Walks from the tree line, giggling like a six year old girl. She looks around quickly, noting Ravel walking away. She skips up behind him, trying to hold in her bouts of maniacal laughter but doesn't succeed*
))
(Thank you, Sir.)
*eyes widen in surprise*
*slow claps*
Good show, Sir!
...
i want to say a lot of things
but i don't want to insult anyone
or be selfish like always
or hurt someone
so i'll shut my mouth
and pretend it's okay
(Well, Maralie, that's what I do, and I turned out completely normal.
*tips her top hat*
*cackles madly*
*and spins away on a swivel chair*
*a cup of tea in one hand*
*and a laptop in the other*)
*She nods, then points to a hot dog*
-
*Adra shakes her head* *quietly* Don't know where.
((I feel ya meera))
(Well, okay then. I'll just go. *Vanishes*))
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But the words will always hurt me...
(You guys all suck. Goodnight)
((I didn't know! I mean, I did, but then you told me that that didn't happen. I would have, but you didn't want me to, Em? I'm doing what you asked...
In any case- Goodnight, Em, Rose *hug*))
(*reclines in her swivel chair and allows Emerald's comment to roll off her like water off a duck's back*
*she is very*
*very*
*used to it by now*)
(Relax my biggums!!! I meant it playfully, don't take me seriously I'm getting tired. I love you all <_______________________> this much.
And we will figure our my weird and diseased roleplay tomorrow Ads.
Night girlies xxxx)
(Oh... Whew. okay... Will do then. *nods to Em* Sleep well babe xx))
*Adra retreats into her lab again*
*She turns on some Baroque music, dancing as she walks*
-
*Priya shifts from foot to foot, then writes something*
*Al suddenly grins and sounds like a used car salesman*
Al: What? Why, are you hungry? Well that's fine, that's JUST fine! Well, as hot dogs go, that's a fine one, and a good cheap one too! Nice and warm, a soft bun, I'll even throw in free toppings! And all for the low, low price of FOUR dollars or your regional equivalent!
Er, thank you, my good Doctor.
Good night, Ms. Rose and Melody. Sleep well.
And Ms. Melody, I apologize for my lower pressure causing a vacuum effect.
I am done with all this bullshit.
I just..
Can't.
I'm done.
I can't do it anymore.
I am sick and tired of being treated like absolute rubbish by my "friends".
I'd much rather be alone than hang around with them.
They know I'm sensitive.
I'm done.
And another thing;
Be careful what you say to people.
The person knows who they are.
(Sorry Rose I wasnt paying attention.....I guess I kinda am stuck alone now as it seems she left...fuck my life
Right . . .
*stands up*
*picks up a bowling ball*
Alright . . .
Here we go . . .
*rolls*
Bowling Ball: *rollin'*
*rollin'*
*rollin'*
*crashes violently into the pins*
*and knocks three over*
Hmph.
*rolls another one*
Bowling Ball: *rollin'*
*rollin'*
*rollin'*
*knocks over the remaining pins*
*smiles happily*
Hurrah! Two bowling balls, that time.
*sits down again*
Strange little place, this, isn't it?
How come I haven't come here before?
*shrugs*
*Priya remembers what Sir told her*
*She is curious*
*She's stuck between doing what she's told, and then what she ought to do*
*She carefully gives him money*
((Mara! *hugs* Email?))
(Maralie, Zafira, if you'd rather not be here, maybe you'd be happier doing something else, such as reading a good book or wrestling a crocodile.
I find wrestling crocodiles to be an excellent way of dealing with frustration.)
It's 12:30am here, Anni. It's dark. I can't even see my hand in front of my face.
And it isn't frustration. It's just... hurt. I guess.
(Like I dunno what to do I always end up forced to be alone and I'm kinda sick of it. Like I go do something for 10min come back and its like....well guess I'm not rping. And I get stuck alone. So I'm kinda done with this. I can't be expected to go on my own everytime people go off or I just go do something quick so yeah. I'll get told off for this guarenteed but whatever.)
(Yes, yes you're right. Crocodiles usually sleep till four in the morning at least.
*nods solemnly*
And there are few things more frustrating than hurting, and few things that hurt more than frustration.)
Nvm. It's fine. I'm fine. I'll get over it.
(No Anni I want to but I feel like nobody else wants me. So it almost is like I need to go. Which I may. Dare I interefere. Ignore me as usual.)
((Zaf, you made your characters walk away. You also don't really seek anyone out.
As for Mara- *huggles again* I'm so sorry, people can be insensitive.
As I said before- if you need to vent... open inbox here))
(Well, Zafira, nothing is perfect. Let us all not for get that Blogger comment threads were never intended or designed for role-playing, friendship-forming, community-spiritedness, arson, or any of the wonderful things this community has created here.
The fact that we're here at all is a bit of a miracle.)
(May go play Mario Kart on the Wii as its probably more fun then being ignored here)
((My point is, it requires a little effort from you to RP, Zaf. People aren't going to RP if you're dependent on them to keep the conversation alive, or you refuse to pursue their topic.
Because I can assure you, there are going to be people who don't necessarily want to hear about Niccolo and John))
(Yeah because I saw nobody wanted me, you did well to show it. Kindly tell me ahead of time if you don't want me okay? Good.
(ZAFIRA, YOU LISTEN HERE.
MARIO KART ON THE WII IS MORE FUN THAN ANYTHING ELSE ON THE PLANET, AND YES, THAT INCLUDES DISNEYLAND.
DON'T YOU FEEL GUILY OR SAD ABOUT MARIO KART.
YOU GO PLAY YOUR MARIO KART, FRIEND.
AND KNOW THAT WE WOULD ALL LIKE TO PLAY SOME MARIO KART TOO.
. . .
. . .
. . . *cough*)
*Albert takes the money, almost reverently, but soon greedily stows it away*
*Albert compulsively records the transaction in his logbook, humming happily*
*he turns to Priya, grinning*
Al: Alright, take the sandwich, and have a WONDERFUL day, young lady!
Ah, my good Doctor, I believe it is... Ms. Priya's turn...
In any case, I was required to book an appointment to ensure that this alley would remain here all week. It moves around, you see, like a rather demented moving shop.
Where is Ms. Priya, anyways?
Ms. Kerias and Charm, you both have my sympathies. And Ms. Kerias, if you wish to remain, feel free to join in, I doubt anyone would mind.
*Priya pauses for a moment, then carefully draws, her paper against the countertop*
*Priya takes a step back, taking a hot dog, kind of scared*
*She turns and dashes back*
(Oh well excuse me for having a conversation last night that may have interefered with the big 'plan' that you had. Excuse me for actually having my character be decent and excuse me for having Ravel just mention its why Zaf isn't around because usually she is. So very sorry it offended people when all I hear is Tadra. Again, apologizes for that. I will remember next time to never dare interefere with the 'plan'
(AND ANOTHER THING.
Every time I see you, Zafira, I get a little bit nervous. Alright? This is the honest-to-God truth. And here it is, I will lay it on the line because I do not like keeping secrets:
I do not like to role-play with you.
The reason for this is because I KNOW that EVERY TIME and WITHOUT FAIL you will end up sulking and walking away and whining about how you're not wanted.
I'm new here. I'm young. And we haven't really formed a friendship.
So I just want to say it and make it clear:
Maybe if you had a better attitude about role-playing in Blogland, more people would want to role-play with you.)
*Albert huffs slightly as she leaves*
Al: Fine, be that way then.
*looks around uncomfortably*
Priya?
. . . Priya?
. . .
. . . Oh damn, where did that girl get to . . .
*sees her near the counter*
*and a smirk on Al's face*
Oh . . .
((Oh! I'm sorry, Sir- I didn't mean to confuse you))
*She lands next to Sir and Doctor* *breathes out* *carefully chews her hot dog*
It is quite entirely fine, Ms. Dark, naught but a misunderstanding on my part.
*exhales*
There you are!
. . . I'm sorry. I took your turn.
*turns pink*
I apologize for that. We won't count that one, alright?
*steps aside*
Go ahead.
(Great. Thanks. Now I know why nobody wants me. Thank you for actualy being honest! Instead of going off on me for noting something. Thank you I actually appreciate honesty that doesn't have a go at me. Thank you Anni. And no I am not being sarcastic I'm being dead serious. I actually am glad you said it as is without being nasty. Thank you. Kindness goes a long way in life. I don't mind people saying how they feel but when I get lectured it isn't helping.)
*Priya laughs invisibly and takes up a rather cumbersome bowling ball, setting her hot dog aside in it's wrapping*
*She aligns herself*
(I don't know if you're being sarcastic or not [I've never been very good at that sort of thing] but I will say that I don't like confrontation [coward] and don't want to cause a fight. I hope you're not too upset with me just for being honest.
*cautiously pats Zafira on the shoulder*)
Sticks and stones may break my bones
But the words will always hurt me
Get them thrown at me every day
If only I can break free
They say you have to know yourself
Otherwise you don't survive in this world
Of sticks and stones
Alone on my own so long
Thinking about what's all gone wrong
I've put up with it for too much time
I can get disruption wherever I go
Love has turned to hatred
Friends turn to foes
I don't want to be me anymore
That girl has broken me in two
And left me raw
I can't face another day
I'm scared
I think I'm going to go cry for a few hours now.
Bye x
...
*frowns*
And where did you get that hot dog, Ms. Priya?
*rocks back forth on her feet*
*watching Priya*
Khasiis: EIGHT.
*hand jumps to her temple*
Ooh . . .
Khasiis: Eight eight EIGHT EIGHT EIGHT!
*shakes her head violently*
*and the voice fades*
(No I'm not upset. I wanted the truth. And you at least were honest. It goes a long way, some people can't just tell me something. They make me guess, you were honest. Thank you. *looks a little unsure* Uhm...I never expected to be pat
(*pats Zafira on the head*
*and laughs*)
((Oh Mara, hun *hugs her tightly* Don't cry- you're too lovely to cry. *kisses her hair and rubs her back comfortingly, like a mother would do*))
*Priya swings, all the way around, managing to gather enough force to send the ball rolling quickly down the alley, and knocking all of the pins down*
*She smiles, taking another bite, and pointing to Al in response to Sir*
*She signs to Anni* "Are you hurt?"
(*tries to bite playfully* I don't take to being pat on the head.)
Guess I can do a ded as I'm not allowed in the roleplay even if I tried at this point
*hurriedly tucks her hands in her pockets*
*and shakes her head at Priya*
Not at all, miss.
*looks back at the lane*
I suppose it must be my turn now . . .
*frowns at the good Doctor, but says nothing*
Well, I hope that you did not pay for it, Ms. Priya?
Khasiis: *sing-song voice*
Your turn, your turn, your turn to die . . !
*storms up to the lane*
*picks up a bowling ball*
*and rolls it violently*
Bowling Ball: *rollin'*
*bumps into the pins*
*leaving eight still standing*
Khasiis: Eight days, eight days, eight days left . . .
*almost throws the next ball*
Bowling Ball: *crashes into the pins*
*knocking all eight down*
. . .
. . .
. . . Well then.
*claps*
Good show, my good Doctor!
*bows with a flourish*
Why thank you, Sir!
*She claps for the Doctor, but is unconcerned*
*She pauses, then shakes her head at Sir* *She signs* "Why do you keep saying that?"
Because, Ms. Priya, I'd rather not fund the escape of a mass-murderer with hot dog purchases. Besides, he has no upkeep costs, and gets everything for free. To PAY him would be un-capitalist.
*She looks shocked* *Nods slowly in understanding*
*steps aside*
Sir?
You're up.
*gestures to the lane*
Indeed. Promoting the idea of such communism is shocking stuff.
Hmm I dedicate this page to life. It's such a small word. But really it's big, you have one shot on this earth some say. So what will you do in your life? What can anyone do? It's so small in comparison to the universe. A century. If you make it, a century. Life is just so small its something not to be wasted. I mean tomorrow I could get hit by a car, its amazing in comparison how small one's life can be. Ari always mentions Tesla. And just think in his lifetime what he accomplished. In a single lifetime, so many people have done great things. Homer wrote the epic poems and that was so long ago, here we are 2013 still talking about Homer. It's amazing, even cutlure. Like the Greek mythology that back then they thought was real, it's amazing how creative it was. For people who swore that Zeus was watering the Earth when it rained, these stories of heros were amazing. Still known today. In 2013.
I mean lets look at J.K Rowling, Harry Potter she wrote and now on Jeopardy you get questions about her books and the movie adaptations. All she did was write. And it's legendary. I bet years from now the books and movies will be known. I mean in school we connect things to books in our lifetime to books from early on before our time, its all connected in a way. I mean Panem reminds me of dictatorship how cruel it can be, I mean....when you look at Panem you realize how different your life could be. You live in the States with your rights, you see what society becomes when in danger. Allowed to go to wars like what caused Panem, but then you see people unite, exactly like many countries do and did to gain freedom. Amazing isn't it? I bet the people who fought for freedom in America didn't think they'd be so known. I just wow in one lifetime a person can do so much. Create a name and legend.
So if you think you can't...you're wrong, it is possible if you just try.
*Priya nods again*
*She looks back at Albert once she's sure that Sir has gone to bowl, and uncharacteristically gives him her middle finger*
*in her mind: Well... And here I was, thinking that I'd be like Persephone in Hell..."*
(*raises glass* Hear hear)
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