This story- which I had intended to be REALLY REALLY short and funny and quirky- eventually became a little longer. And a lot less funny. But this is it.
And it will come down at midnight, Irish time, on the 22nd...
And it has now been taken down... only to reappear in the Skulduggery Pleasant Collection of short stories and novellas, available... um... some time in the spring of 2014...
((Niccolò, can you please inform Aretha that it sounds like it would be marvellous and I hope that she does well? Also, little Niccolò in my class is still there!))
That I'm not going crazy. I don't remember the past... Two? Three days... My brain is fried. I woke up with Aiden looking at me and a bullet wound to the stomach.
Deacon: Well bloodroot is a poison herb. It can cause stomach burning, vomiting, faintness, vertigo, dimming of the eyesight and so on. But the way that silver is forming shows that this is a werewolf who was being poisoned before he even became a wolf...
Alas darling Fabienne, I am unwell. For my homework amount is growing, and I do not have an easy way to commuticate with my dear friends on this blog... But I assure you that I will find a way to mend the troubles I am having.
Ay, forsooth, the dread beast thou dost call homework is far more terrible than any other paper to set foot o' the earth! I do assure thee, Jubilance, thine absence shall be noted and mourned.
((She's asked me to convey her thanks to you in response, Death.))
*a gentle thud is audible as the boy's body hits the floor* *two new sets of footsteps get closer* *a girl even younger than the previous boy* Pieter? *a boy a bit older than the first, but still clearly young* Pieter? Where could he have run off to? I wonder- *the girl lets out a shrill scream, that slowly dies down* Ysabel! *two soft thuds are audible*
*voice trembles and cracks* I can't stop it... I can't stop myself...
@Niccolo: *temporarily freaks out, unsure of what to do* *begins singing in Arabic, gliding over, doing her best to calm him down* *thinks about how Nic clearly isn't a child* *ignores that thought and continues*
Ah, I see. *frowns* Thank you Deacon I believe that will be all for now. Be warned, I heard this next part causes searing agony. *grins and kicks the stone into the circle. The light returns and the fire goes out, The beads RE-form into beads and Deacon disappears.*
Deacon: No I'm using the right tense Castalan. There is no cure for bloodroot, especially mixed with silver in a wolf. That boy will be dead soon and there's nothing anyone can do.
*hNds Adra the dimension hopping stone* You, are going to visit other Chase and give him a right beating up for poisoning his son, while I, shall get some much needed rest. But first, *pulss her in and kisses her*
*whispers* Please don't sing. If we're quiet, perhaps... Perhaps they'll get lost... Take longer to find us... *is silent for a few long moments* *takes a shuddering breath* There is no reason for us both to see this. You ought to go now.
*takes a sharp breath* If I could, do you think... You really think I would... They were- *chokes on a half-silenced sob* I'm sorry, Adra- you found me in shambles. But I- *a new set of footsteps becomes audible in the distance, slowly approaching* God, no...
*Lorcan's breath suddenly catches in his throat and his coughs as he tries to breath in. He becomes in a panic state as he knows Alexis can't bear seeing him this way*
Let's call it an emotional sprained ankle. I tried a channelling technique high above my level, gave Myself the soul equivalent of a sprained ankle. I can't even manage a simple laser bolt. I can just about glow, but even that hurts. So, because my emotions and my soul are so intertwined it seems that if I feel and emotion too strongly, I get the same effect.
Even my name is torn apart here. Each of us has a Hell, but I don't have a center, and I've nowhere to go even if I could tune it out... Do you even know who I've just... Just... *breaks down into silent sobs* Would that I could just stop caring...
@Niccolo: *steps forward* Don't freak out.. *hugs him* You're only human, Niccolo- it's just a fact. Your hell burns, yeah, but so does everyone else's. You are in no way worse than any one else on this planet. We were all created in the same way, and- as I said, I believe you were sent here to learn, and so were they. Please don't torment yourself because you care.
*pauses*
To care for people is to love them. It's something that everyone has, and you aren't exempt from that rule. The fact that this guilt you feel bothers you only proves that you feel for them. They might have been strangers, but you still see them as people, perhaps- and can see the humanness that they had... *has no idea where she is going*
Damn this is hard to explain.
Just- feeling guilty is better. And I daresay, if you wanted to make up for it, hurting yourself isn't the way to go. Penance is better. And not for a specific religion, either. But doing your best to be better is how it is done.
Ask Aretha about that, when you leave. *takes a deep breath, attempting to calm down, but failing rather miserably* Thank you, but that still won't help me here.
*quietly mutters to self* Suffer, it's good for you...
((I'm now crying okay crying I volunteer as the one who sacrifices or whatever with the demon that owns his soul because I am so not sitting back its paining me))
*a harder, heavier thud is heard several feet away* *speaks from several feet away, in the same place* I know that phrase only works under select circumstances, and this is not one of them. But it's something to say, and it reminds me of her, so sometimes I say it anyway.
I don't think I have the energy it would take to argue with you. I'm sorry.
((Niccolò I know i'm nowhere near you but okay look if I could say it to you in rp I would but: Just...yiu say you are suffering and are not worth to save yet how true is it? You suffer and Adra came and spoke to you so obviously you're worth it. If you saw our state in the living world you'd know how much you meant. Never say you do not mean anything or are not worthy of help your past is sad and bad but you are still deserving of life you repent everyday for your actions. You need not be in Hell to suffer.))
@Niccolo: *flinches* ... *feels her eyes well up with tears* You're not a monster, you idjit. You never were. You regret it, and you torment yourself for what you have done every day. Gods, I was right- those who only see darkness believe in darkness. Obviously, you aren't moving, so we're going to have to make you. *glares at the direction that he's in* I hope you can see me, because you ought to learn something- the chances of those people dying in the same manner are great. When people are meant to die, they die. It was either you, or someone else.
So stop.
Because hearing this incessantly is ridiculous. Violence doesn't solve violence. Perhaps it puts it away for longer, but it won't be solved. People won't be happy.
[ParaFabi escapes from her cell, the guard found handcuffed to the door. He claimed she hadn't been gone long, but there was no sign of her in the building]
[Mireille slips out of Snow and Lea's house and goes to find out how to catch a plane]
(You know, I quite like this strange maternal side Adra has always had. To be honest, I quite like it when she does it. Being a doctor and helping people- it's what she loves doing and loves saving people and assisting. I think that's part of why her son's death crushed her so much, because she couldn't so anything to stop it, for once- but by then it was too late. But yeah, no, she always liked- not babying people, but being able to help them, yeah, but kind of be a support for them. In both the literal and metaphorical sense.
Rose's are red, violets are blue, Slendy's a coming Coming for you All through the day And into the night He'll come with his fear And steal all the light When you are left In your corner to die You'll be alone And I think you know why
Fabi who didn't really talk much and looked forty but was probably older ((Forty))
Teenager Mireille who hadn't discovered magic, but was good with computers and (unfortunately) lying and thievery ((Trouble))
Fabi in the purple shirt, who didn't seem that different from this dimension Fabi ((Purple))
Fabi who couldn't stand the thought of anything illegal and was very emotionally torn between her values and her loyalty to the other versions of herself ((Heart))
Fabi who got really upset when any of the other Fabi's assumed something about her, especially when they were right ((Unique))
Fabi who didn't care, or at the very least, was good at hiding it ((Stone))
Fabian who was a guy and not really the same person at all, but he'd been brought across from a different dimension the same way, and he'd solved the code, so he was part of the conversation. ((Fabian))
Our of all of them, Fabi knew that she wasn't the murderer, and ParaFabi had been in jail for the most recent crimes. Mireille, Forty and Fabian would look very different in the picture if it had been one of them. That left AltaFabi, Alia, Trouble, Purple, Heart, Unique and Stone. Assuming the killer had shown up.
I painfully realized today that I don't trust any of my friends to catch me if I fall. I would be the easiest to catch because I weigh next to nothing but I don't trust people, let alone people behind me...
I dedicate this page to him. He knows who he is. The asshole who makes me cry every time we fight, that dick who loves to play god. I dedicate that he will someday learn that he can't abuse his little sister anymore. That his little sister has a life and she won't take any of his shit anymore.
@deathy: listen to icarus. it might not help but, honestly... it's a great song and it always makes me smile, because, to me, it's about the shit of life... you might find your own meaning but... *shrugs and huggles* life gives the best of people hell, at least thats what i've found.
Alex; And now, at the end, I also ded to someone Who’s been a perfect friend Alex, you’re about to go away, But in my heart, you’re here to stay. Thanks for knowing me, Thanks for loving me, And thanks for letting me love you. Good luck, Good luck, To the life that waits for you…
oh, yeah. been meaning to ask about that. you still gonna be in the sam country (what country are you in anyway?) or you moving to a different one? either way, best of luck!
At the moment I live in New Zealand. My parents packed me off down under a few years ago, but now they've decided they want their son to come back to England to go to some stupid school that only lets us use computers once a week, and internet once a month. Joy.
my dad just hand me a tin and told me to open it. when i asked what was in it he replied "your face" with a creepy smile... o.O... i think my dad is a serial killer... XD
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Nic...you don't have to do this
Just... Making sure...
@Rose- sure of what?
((Niccolò, can you please inform Aretha that it sounds like it would be marvellous and I hope that she does well? Also, little Niccolò in my class is still there!))
How art thou, my dear Jubilance?
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((I've always wanted to try NaNoWriMo, but I've never been in any position to do so come November...))
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That I'm not going crazy. I don't remember the past... Two? Three days... My brain is fried. I woke up with Aiden looking at me and a bullet wound to the stomach.
Lorcan: I just... yeah...
Deacon: Well bloodroot is a poison herb. It can cause stomach burning, vomiting, faintness, vertigo, dimming of the eyesight and so on. But the way that silver is forming shows that this is a werewolf who was being poisoned before he even became a wolf...
You mean before he turned or before his werewolf gene became active?
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Alexis: come on don't worry *smiles and puts snow on his head*
Deacon: Before the gene was awoken. If he had been a wolf since he was small, he would have known how to avoid dipshits who carry silver bullets.
((Nanowrimo is fun
Sorry if I can't answer everyone- THERE IS SO MUCH AHH))
*In Blogland*
*frowns* He won't die, will he?
@Rose- ah..
Nothing big happened, really.
You two are cute
*Lorcan gasps and just stands still for a minute as the snow runs down his head*
Lorcan: Fuck that's cold!!!...
Alas darling Fabienne, I am unwell. For my homework amount is growing, and I do not have an easy way to commuticate with my dear friends on this blog...
But I assure you that I will find a way to mend the troubles I am having.
You're saying there was silver in him from before he became a werewolf?
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*Growls at Deacon* Coming from the dipshit who hurts my sisters? *Clenches her fists in anger*
Alexis: *laughs* Snow is usually cold Lorcan.
Deacon: Oh lord now... I'm saying the bloodroot was in his system before he became a root. He was being poisoned purposely.
*Glowers at Adra* Shut up... And why are people refusing to tell me what happened...?
I think you're using the wrong tense Death.
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@Jubi: I share your pain presently
@Rose: Calm breaths, Rose
Ay, forsooth, the dread beast thou dost call homework is far more terrible than any other paper to set foot o' the earth! I do assure thee, Jubilance, thine absence shall be noted and mourned.
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((She's asked me to convey her thanks to you in response, Death.))
*a gentle thud is audible as the boy's body hits the floor* *two new sets of footsteps get closer*
*a girl even younger than the previous boy* Pieter?
*a boy a bit older than the first, but still clearly young* Pieter? Where could he have run off to? I wonder- *the girl lets out a shrill scream, that slowly dies down* Ysabel! *two soft thuds are audible*
*voice trembles and cracks* I can't stop it... I can't stop myself...
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@Rose: to be honest, I was drunk for most of it- I remember little
*Crosses her arms tightly over her chest* May not be physical but nightmares always remain, Trip.
*Takes a deep breath and closes her eyes* Breathing in progress...
@Niccolo: *temporarily freaks out, unsure of what to do*
*begins singing in Arabic, gliding over, doing her best to calm him down*
*thinks about how Nic clearly isn't a child* *ignores that thought and continues*
Ah, I see. *frowns* Thank you Deacon I believe that will be all for now. Be warned, I heard this next part causes searing agony. *grins and kicks the stone into the circle. The light returns and the fire goes out, The beads RE-form into beads and Deacon disappears.*
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@Rose: In progress is good...
Deacon: No I'm using the right tense Castalan. There is no cure for bloodroot, especially mixed with silver in a wolf. That boy will be dead soon and there's nothing anyone can do.
*Mutters angrily and looks at Trip* Couldn't I have punched him once before you sent him away?
*Glances at Adra, smirking* Breathing terminated.
(Sorry I posted before I say your comment Trip... ooops)
Lorcan: Oh no, fuck this! I don't like snow anymore. Lord no...
I'm warning you now: if you guys make me laugh, I'll kill you. I'm in the library and it's so quiet...))
Punching him would have caused his soul to dissipate. I thought the searing agony was a better choice.
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Punching him would have caused his soul to dissipate. I thought the searing agony was a better choice.
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Put a hand up Trip, facing me.
Alexis: *laughs* Its FUN though! ((Parents arguing...ugh great))
But I don't want to get hurt...
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@Rose: good?
*pauses*
Trip... What do we do?
Trip: *laughs* You don't complain when I hit you..
Msd...))
*hNds Adra the dimension hopping stone* You, are going to visit other Chase and give him a right beating up for poisoning his son, while I, shall get some much needed rest.
But first, *pulss her in and kisses her*
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((Taaaaadraaaaa))
*whispers* Please don't sing. If we're quiet, perhaps... Perhaps they'll get lost... Take longer to find us... *is silent for a few long moments* *takes a shuddering breath* There is no reason for us both to see this. You ought to go now.
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((Okay, Rose!))
Trip: I, what- *kisses him back*
@Niccolo- You have to stop. You must. Please.
Get a room... *Mutters and walks away from the couple, looking for something to hit*
*takes a handful of hair*
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((sorry Rose :0))
@Trip: *rolls her eyes and pushes him against the cave wall, still kissing him*
*is alone with Javier*
Javier: I know.
*suddenly, eyes widen, doubles over in pain*
Argh, God.
Sorry... About... That Adra.
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@Trip: *pauses* Are you alright? What did I do?!?
*takes a sharp breath* If I could, do you think... You really think I would... They were- *chokes on a half-silenced sob* I'm sorry, Adra- you found me in shambles. But I- *a new set of footsteps becomes audible in the distance, slowly approaching* God, no...
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*Lorcan's breath suddenly catches in his throat and his coughs as he tries to breath in. He becomes in a panic state as he knows Alexis can't bear seeing him this way*
Alexis: Lorcan calm down I'm fine!
@Niccolo: Close your eyes, then. Tune this place out. Calm and center yourself.
((Omg I wanna see his reactions to me being tortured both times as obviously this is gonna go on longer...))
No no no, it was me. *smiles*
Let's call it an emotional sprained ankle. I tried a channelling technique high above my level, gave Myself the soul equivalent of a sprained ankle. I can't even manage a simple laser bolt. I can just about glow, but even that hurts. So, because my emotions and my soul are so intertwined it seems that if I feel and emotion too strongly, I get the same effect.
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...
You're a moron.
Wait
So I can't kiss you?
*growls* How do you fix it?
*Lorcan tries to take deep breaths but it can't breathe in*
Lorcan: Oh shit... oh shit...
Alexis: Lorcan relax please stay calm
It seems so.
With time. It helps if I have my sword. Healing without it is like trying to heals cut after losing a limb.
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*@Trip;
Even my name is torn apart here. Each of us has a Hell, but I don't have a center, and I've nowhere to go even if I could tune it out... Do you even know who I've just... Just... *breaks down into silent sobs* Would that I could just stop caring...
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@Trip: *sighs* Well god damn
I'm close to finding the bastard that has it now though, so soon, I'll be on the mend.
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@Trip: You know who took it?
Yep. A collector. Artifice Starshine.
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@Niccolo: *steps forward* Don't freak out.. *hugs him* You're only human, Niccolo- it's just a fact. Your hell burns, yeah, but so does everyone else's. You are in no way worse than any one else on this planet. We were all created in the same way, and- as I said, I believe you were sent here to learn, and so were they. Please don't torment yourself because you care.
*pauses*
To care for people is to love them. It's something that everyone has, and you aren't exempt from that rule. The fact that this guilt you feel bothers you only proves that you feel for them. They might have been strangers, but you still see them as people, perhaps- and can see the humanness that they had...
*has no idea where she is going*
Damn this is hard to explain.
Just- feeling guilty is better. And I daresay, if you wanted to make up for it, hurting yourself isn't the way to go. Penance is better. And not for a specific religion, either. But doing your best to be better is how it is done.
@Trip:... *frowns*
Why do they have your sword?
*growls* I'm going to kick their ass
It's pretty. Channeller weapons are collector's items. So beautiful,Yet so durable.
They bought it after the guys who kidnapped me after I messed up stole it.
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@Trip: KIDNAPPED?
*hits his shoulder really hard* TRIP
I handled it... Sorta.
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Ask Aretha about that, when you leave. *takes a deep breath, attempting to calm down, but failing rather miserably* Thank you, but that still won't help me here.
*quietly mutters to self* Suffer, it's good for you...
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@Trip: *looks at him with a mixture of anger and worry* Jesus, what did they do?
((I'm now crying okay crying I volunteer as the one who sacrifices or whatever with the demon that owns his soul because I am so not sitting back its paining me))
@Niccolo: You're as stubborn as a mule, you know that?
A really stupid mule.
A really really really stupid mule.
With no brain
or wits
or apparent knowledge
When we break you out of here- which we will- I'll show you how wrong you are. I have connections, understood?
(I need a cushion... And a heated wall. Or I could move a meter to my left and sit on a chair...
I'm too lazy.))
((*claps for Rose* Man, living the dream))
*a harder, heavier thud is heard several feet away* *speaks from several feet away, in the same place* I know that phrase only works under select circumstances, and this is not one of them. But it's something to say, and it reminds me of her, so sometimes I say it anyway.
I don't think I have the energy it would take to argue with you. I'm sorry.
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(Damn... I forgot I was Vince... I'm too lazy to fix it. Heh...))
((Niccolò I know i'm nowhere near you but okay look if I could say it to you in rp I would but: Just...yiu say you are suffering and are not worth to save yet how true is it? You suffer and Adra came and spoke to you so obviously you're worth it. If you saw our state in the living world you'd know how much you meant. Never say you do not mean anything or are not worthy of help your past is sad and bad but you are still deserving of life you repent everyday for your actions. You need not be in Hell to suffer.))
((That is kind of you, Zafira.
I believe I shall go now, actually. I wish you all a pleasant applicable time of day.))
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@Niccolo: *flinches*
...
*feels her eyes well up with tears* You're not a monster, you idjit. You never were. You regret it, and you torment yourself for what you have done every day. Gods, I was right- those who only see darkness believe in darkness. Obviously, you aren't moving, so we're going to have to make you.
*glares at the direction that he's in* I hope you can see me, because you ought to learn something- the chances of those people dying in the same manner are great. When people are meant to die, they die. It was either you, or someone else.
So stop.
Because hearing this incessantly is ridiculous. Violence doesn't solve violence. Perhaps it puts it away for longer, but it won't be solved. People won't be happy.
((*waves goodnight*
*waves to Trip as well, who undoubtedly fell asleep*
*in Blogland*
*sighs, sitting down, and pulling him against her*
What's the point of standing whilst one is asleep, anyway... *runs a hand through his hair and kisses his forehead, leaning back*
((*smiles* Of course. I just wanted to say that I know in rp I never did but you deserved it and good night now))
(( Rose, ye lazy tart..
Unless tart is a bad word in Aussie-language, in which case, I'MM SORRY))
((Hello...?
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((MOSS)
((Hello... ?
(( is it worrying that i can't feel my mouth? i've been playing the trombone for the last... well, since i got off earlier, really...))
((0.0 maybe you should try something called 'Oxygen'))
(( XD i just, for some reason, change my profile a bit))
((Alrigh, I ahead?))
((ADRA))
((Hi Snow!))
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(( some dick-head just turned off my laptop... *glares*))
(( o.O i just read up. did you bring Niccolo back?))
((No, not yet. I'm not doing it alone?))
((FABI))
((WHY AM I IN PARENTHESES?))
(( *facepalm* that was my friend. ignore it. ))
(( in fact...
*deletes mesage*
there we go))
((We can drop the parentheses?))
((I'm wrapping up the Fabi on the run plotline...))
((Unless you have any objection, Snow.))
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Alright...
I'm dropping them...
*Adra stares at her bright screen, darkness around her like a blanket*
Revolution *she whispers, deleting the parentheses*
(( no, please. wrap it up. i think i have an idea for my own subplot.))
*stops parentheses* Revolution
XD
Veni vidi vici
annndd.... now i have to gooooo D:
i may re-appear, sooooooo... bye for now but not forever?
*disappears*
*waves* Bye Snow
Hey Fabi
Bye Snow!
[ParaFabi escapes from her cell, the guard found handcuffed to the door. He claimed she hadn't been gone long, but there was no sign of her in the building]
[Mireille slips out of Snow and Lea's house and goes to find out how to catch a plane]
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Hello Adra
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*is here for a little bit longer, probably 40 minutes*
[Is here for as long as I'm here. No more, no less]
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Ugh, the tense in that comment was dreadful... Sorry...
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(( lol. i may just ghost for a bit because i'm on and off so quickly))
Ehehe
You know
Fabi
I just wanted to remind you
Of how important you are
To Blogland
And how happy I am
That you're still here
*hugs*
SNOW YE LITTLE SHIT ::3 *bats eyelashes*
In contrast, those two comments are awful
Lil' shit is a term of endearment for me
((Okay Snow))
[hugs Adra]
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*cuddles*
That's all *nods*
((Thank you, Adra.))
((I'm going to time-skip a bit until all the Fabi's have followed the message and arrived at the safe-house. [Yawns]))
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Alright- I'm here if you need anything
In a cave
Hollah
Okay... [is writing]
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(You know, I quite like this strange maternal side Adra has always had. To be honest, I quite like it when she does it. Being a doctor and helping people- it's what she loves doing and loves saving people and assisting. I think that's part of why her son's death crushed her so much, because she couldn't so anything to stop it, for once- but by then it was too late.
But yeah, no, she always liked- not babying people, but being able to help them, yeah, but kind of be a support for them. In both the literal and metaphorical sense.
Yeah)
(nods)
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(( just made a map of my whole school... fun))
(Yeah that's it :3)
(Hm....)
(Hmmmmmmmm..)
Rose's are red,
violets are blue,
Slendy's a coming
Coming for you
All through the day
And into the night
He'll come with his fear
And steal all the light
When you are left
In your corner to die
You'll be alone
And I think you know why
What did I just do
*poke* naughty adra
my teacher is obsessed with photo's and selfies and screenshots...
I know 0.0
Not as good as my poem from earlier, though
I should probably go, actually. *waves* *relaxes, falling asleep*
aw... bye adra *pokes*
Bye Adra... [hugs]
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dont you just love how i poked her instead of hugging?
(( g2g, be back in about and hour and a half. maybe less))
((Sorry... Trying to figure out how to write a scene with all the characters named Fabi/Mireille. Most will be nicknamed.))
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apparently, i'm here. but i'm distant.
(( g2g))
Thirteen Fabi's sat at the same table.
This dimension Fabi
The first ParaFabi
Zombie-fighting AltaFabi
The Fabi that liked to call herself Alia
Seven-year-old Mireille
Fabi who didn't really talk much and looked forty but was probably older ((Forty))
Teenager Mireille who hadn't discovered magic, but was good with computers and (unfortunately) lying and thievery ((Trouble))
Fabi in the purple shirt, who didn't seem that different from this dimension Fabi ((Purple))
Fabi who couldn't stand the thought of anything illegal and was very emotionally torn between her values and her loyalty to the other versions of herself ((Heart))
Fabi who got really upset when any of the other Fabi's assumed something about her, especially when they were right ((Unique))
Fabi who didn't care, or at the very least, was good at hiding it ((Stone))
Fabian who was a guy and not really the same person at all, but he'd been brought across from a different dimension the same way, and he'd solved the code, so he was part of the conversation. ((Fabian))
Our of all of them, Fabi knew that she wasn't the murderer, and ParaFabi had been in jail for the most recent crimes. Mireille, Forty and Fabian would look very different in the picture if it had been one of them. That left AltaFabi, Alia, Trouble, Purple, Heart, Unique and Stone. Assuming the killer had shown up.
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((Hi/bye Snow. Sorry...))
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Saphy! [hugs]
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*tackleglomps Fabi*
How are you?
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I painfully realized today that I don't trust any of my friends to catch me if I fall. I would be the easiest to catch because I weigh next to nothing but I don't trust people, let alone people behind me...
Tired, but good. One of my friends finally agreed to come on the blog, so I'm looking forward to that :D
*hugs whoever Vincent is*
:-( [hugs Deathy]
Yay, Saph. :-) [hugs]
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*Mutter* It's Death. I'm too lazy to change it...
Oh for the love of-
*cuddles Deathy* I love you, you know. And when you fall, you've got us to catch you.
If you're lost you can look,
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you,
I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
After my picture fades and darkness has
Turned to gray
Watching through windows, wondering
If I'm OK...
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Secrets stolen from deep inside
The drum beats out of time...
If you're lost you can look,
And you will find me
Time after time
If you fall I will catch you,
I'll be waiting
Time after time
Time after time
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((Eva Cassidy's version of this song is beautiful...))
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((Hello? :-(
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Goodbye...
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*Growls and punches a wall*
I dedicate this page to him. He knows who he is. The asshole who makes me cry every time we fight, that dick who loves to play god. I dedicate that he will someday learn that he can't abuse his little sister anymore. That his little sister has a life and she won't take any of his shit anymore.
hello??
oh god... ignore the picture please!!
[hugs Deathy]
[Ignores the picture]
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thank you. you don't have to ignore it now but ... i dont like it still...
I'm going to go murder my brother.
After I get a collar with spikes.
@deathy: listen to icarus. it might not help but, honestly... it's a great song and it always makes me smile, because, to me, it's about the shit of life... you might find your own meaning but... *shrugs and huggles* life gives the best of people hell, at least thats what i've found.
[hugs Deathy again]
[Writes a song about a person none of y'all know]
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there. now i have finally found a picture i like.
Mm...
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I think I'll go....
Good luck.
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*huggles fabi* bye fabs.
Bye Fabi *hugs* Sorry about disappearing before.
Wow, everyone's a song writer :)
Heh, I'm rubbish at it, but sort of...
[Is not here]
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*pokes saph* do. a. song. ded.
*pokes Snow back* When. I. FInish. Writing. It. :P
*pokes saph again* hurry. it. up. then.
*rolls eyes* I. am. Doing it. :P
Wud?
*tackle huggles saph*
I'd better be in it, Saph ;)
Hi, Snow!
*laughs and huggles Snow back*
Alex; And now, at the end,
I also ded to someone
Who’s been a perfect friend
Alex, you’re about to go away,
But in my heart, you’re here to stay.
Thanks for knowing me,
Thanks for loving me,
And thanks for letting me love you.
Good luck,
Good luck,
To the life that waits for you…
hey alex. *pokes* sup?
I'm packing, Snow. Moving out, out, away!
Wow. Saph... I didn't mean it.
Alex; Well, I did.
oh, yeah. been meaning to ask about that. you still gonna be in the sam country (what country are you in anyway?) or you moving to a different one? either way, best of luck!
*Hugs Saph* It's beautiful.
*nods* agreed saph. if the whole song that good, i cant wait to listen to it.
At the moment I live in New Zealand. My parents packed me off down under a few years ago, but now they've decided they want their son to come back to England to go to some stupid school that only lets us use computers once a week, and internet once a month.
Joy.
*huggles* poor you... well, at least you can check everything internet-associated once a month... some places don't even have that...
It's not really that good... but thank you two *hugs again* :) You're awesome.
nope. wrong. you're awesome. ;)
You're both awesome.
You're all three awesome.
You argue, I poke you with a purple carrot. :-)
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You're both awesome.
Yeah, I've planned out what I'll do for those two hours right down to the minute ;) It'll be a little slice of heaven.
*nods* good. purple carrots are good.
Okay, all three of you.
Have to go, goodbye!
bye alex. have fun packing.
Heh, I'm a pretty little time bomb.
They're also pointy. And I meant that threat seriously.
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Death! [Adds her to the list of awesome people]
Alex: Good luck wherever life takes you. :-)
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my dad just hand me a tin and told me to open it. when i asked what was in it he replied "your face" with a creepy smile... o.O... i think my dad is a serial killer... XD
*nods* purple carrots are good and pointy. pointy good.
Hi Fabi, Death! *tackleglomps* *looks at purple carrot hungrily* Nom nom :P
Bye Alex! *hugs*
And you're all awesome, so shut up.
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