A little over half an hour ago, I buried my doggy.
Not one of the silly doggies. Mable passed away a few months ago, and Sherlock is still pottering around the kitchen. No, this was MY doggy. This was Ali, my German Shepherd, my Alsation, the best dog in the whole world, and the undisputed love of my life.
Almost fourteen years ago, we needed a dog. I was living at home and working on the farm, and it was decided that we were getting a new dog, a few years after our last one had died. My mum, being my mum, looked upon this decision as a starting point. From here, the breed would be chosen, we'd start asking around, and then, in a few months time, we'd actually get the dog.
My dad, being my dad, looked upon this decision as a go-ahead to get a dog the very next day.
And so, while my mum was at work, we drove to a house down the road who'd just had a brand new batch of puppies. It was my little sister who picked which one we'd take home — she picked the quietest out of all the yapping pups — and we took the pup home, and I was in love.
It was obvious to everyone that she was going to be mine. We kept her in a shed for the first week or two, because she was filthy and she smelled terrible. But every evening after work I was in that shed, sitting on the ground with her. I couldn't stand to hear her whine. I couldn't stand the thought of her being lonely. I convinced my parents that she should be an indoor dog, and after she'd been washed and didn't smell quite so bad, my folks gave in.
Oh, and her name? I remember this discussion VERY clearly. We were all in the living room one evening. I wanted to call her something awesomely cool. I'm pretty sure I wanted her named either Buffy or Xena. Nobody else agreed with me. But, I argued, I'm the one who's going to be looking after her and feeding her and spending the most time with her. Surely I should be the one to name her?
Apparently not. I'm pretty sure it was Audrey who suggested the name. Remember, this was fourteen years ago, and the TV show Ally McBeal was at the height of its popularity.
"Ally!" Audrey said. "Because she's an Alsation! And also Ally McBeal!"
I was outvoted, but I vowed that day that my doggy's name should forever be spelled... Ali.
(Take THAT, Ally McBeal.)
Ali became a part of the family. Granted, it was the part of the family that slept in the kitchen and to whom my older sister Nadine never REALLY warmed. Every so often she'd look at Ali lying there, and she'd soften, and go over and pet the dog and say nice things. And then the moment Ali nudged against her Nadine would freak out and the dog would wonder what the hell was going on.
But we all loved her. When she was a pup, she used to run at whoever was sitting in the armchair in the kitchen, leap up and stand on their chest/shoulder/head and look around, like she was proudly surveying her territory. A year or two passed, and it never occurred to her that maybe she was too big to keep doing that, so she kept doing it. Many a time my dad would be sitting in the armchair reading the paper, and I'd see Ali readying herself like a sprinter on the block. Suddenly she'd leap, bursting through the newspaper, and dad would cry out in alarm and there'd be a mad scramble of legs and then sudden stillness, and she stood on my father's chest, one paw in his face, looking around at her kingdom. And the only thing we'd hear from dad would be a "Bloody mutt..."
Then, of course, she got too big and too powerful even to do THAT. The amount of times she'd leap onto dad and find herself hurtling over the back of the chair...
Ali had many talents. She was a bit of an actress, appearing in my very first movie, Dead Bodies. She can be seen at the start, jumping up and down at a patio door. I was on the other side of that door, though you can't see me, leaping about like a nutter in order to get her excited. That was her first and only film role. I think she realised she had a choice to make — LA, or Ireland. She chose Ireland.
I wrote the first Skulduggery book with her in my room. Every single evening I'd sit at my computer, writing away, and I'd hear the pat pat pat of her approach, and she'd nudge the door open with her nose, walk in, jump up on my bed, and curl up and watch me. That's how we spent our evenings. She wasn't happy without me and I wasn't happy without her.
After the book got picked up, I went to New York for a week to meet with my American publishers. After a few days I started to miss Ali DREADFULLY. I called home and my mum told me that Ali was spending her nights in my room, waiting for me to come home. When I finally did come home, she got all excited and started bouncing and whirling in circles, and then we went to my room, and she got up on the bed and I leaned in, and she licked my face for fifteen minutes. It was disgusting — by the end of it, my face had a thick layer of saliva coating it — but I didn't want to move. Fifteen minutes. I counted.
I used to take her for long walks around the fields a couple of times a day. Whenever I'd get stuck writing, off we went. I'd sort out problems with the plot as I walked, and Ali would chase birds and rabbits and splash in puddles and come back to me every now and then for a cuddle, then bound off again. Those memories are some of my favourites from when I was living at home. I was happy, I had a future, my family was proud of me, and I had my dog.
In 2008 or thereabouts, I moved out. I bought a house seven minutes away, so every evening I could go back to visit the folks and walk the dog. For a long time after I moved out, Ali would wait outside my old bedroom for me to return. I hate thinking of times like those, times when she was disappointed or she missed me and I wasn't there. She got used to the new arrangement, of course. Now she started looking forward to 5:30, when I'd walk in. Around that time every single day, she'd be waiting at the kitchen door. She'd get so excited to see me, and after we'd played around and she settled down, she went back to the door to wait for my mum to come home. Her ears would perk up and I'd know she heard an engine, and I'd open the front door just as my mum got out of the car and Ali would race out, excited all over again.
About four years ago Ali got cancer. She developed a large tumour on her belly. I was distraught. She had an operation to get rid of it, but the vet told us the cancer was going to come back. He gave her two years, maybe. Two more years with my dog.
These last few years, Ali got old. She got stiff. The long walks became shorter and shorter. She couldn't handle it anymore. And suddenly there were babies in the house, wobbling about. Ali didn't know quite what to make of them. She learned pretty early on to try and stay away if she possibly could. She was great with the kids. She's never been anything other than gentle and loving and lovely.
Yesterday I took her on a short walk, just out to the shed. We reached the shed and she lay down. This wasn't normal. I went over and petted her and she seemed fine. She got up and followed me to the postbox, and lay down again. Then she followed me back inside the house, and went to her mat and lay down.
"Is everything okay?" my mum asked.
"No," I said.
She had perked up this morning, according to the text my mum sent, but by this afternoon she was lying down again. We took her to the vet. She lay in the back of my jeep and he came out, but he didn't even have to examine her to see that the cancer was back. He injected her there and then and I cried. I haven't cried like that in... I don't ever remember crying like that. I'm crying right now. I love my dog and I miss her, and the reason I'm writing this is because she deserves to be remembered.
Thursday, September 26, 2013
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ParAdra: *falls on the ground* *moans* Fooooooddd
*realises flopping isn't that comfortable, and crawls under the covers, lying on his side, far more comfortable.*
#ChaseForBook9
I sprained my ankle, almost a week ago, actually, I just didn't really want to complain about it. Anyway, today it was mostly better and Mom decided to take me shopping. Turns out, that as a very very bad idea. I got a cool jacket, though. So I'm icing my foot and am prohibited from leaving the sofa...
Hello, all.
#ChaseForBook9
Aw, sorry about that Fabi. *hugs, hands her a 50ft get well soon card made of silk and glitter*
#ChaseForBook9
*lays there, surprisingly restless* no... Hell.
*hugs Fabi* I'm sorry babe. *gives her a skulcake* keep it propped up and iced, yeah..
*sits up* For chrissakes. I can't even sleep. *facepalms*
Hullo, all. I'm back for a brief time only. I've been off stopping the future apocalypse with Crowley and Aziraphale. How's your day been?
Crowley... SPN. *waves*
*gets up, walking around a bit* Maybe I can tire myself out..
Fine thank you Annika. Love your profile picture... It's fuckin' awesome.
#ChaseForBook9
Hello Annika
Thank you, Trip. I've been in a Neil Gaiman mood lately.
...
Goddamn,
*changes into a new pair of clothes and slips from her room, leaving the door slightly open for when she gets back and walks out the front door onto the street*
Hi Trip, Hiccup, Adra. *waves*
Hey Fabi, hi Annika. *waves, also*
Bye, Dragona. *waves, again*
*hands Fabi a cookie* That sucks. :/ I hope it gets better soon. *hugs*
Did you get your iPod functioning correctly?
#ChaseForBook9
I didn't draw the picture myself, though. I wish I were that good.
[Shrugs]
Thanks... [Nibbles skulcake] [Doesnt really know what to do with the card]
Hello Doctor Precocious.
#ChaseForBook9
*stops in a shop to get ice cream and keeps walking, finishing it in no time*
My mother and stepfather are drunk, again. :/
#ChaseForBook9
Hello, Fabi!
I'm sorry to hear that, Maralie . . .
Hey, there's one thing drunk people are good for; laughing at.
Am I twisted? I seem to look at things a say recently and think how twisted they sound.
#ChaseForBook9
((*hugs Mara fiercely* I'm sorry... Try to block them out))
*ends up in the square* *looks up at the sky and sees a meteor*
I swear...
[Takes cookie]
Thanks, Taia..
I think so. I rebooted it, and that worked. I haven't solved any long-term problems, though... So it might malfunction again.
#ChaseForBook9
No, drunk people are tons of fun to laugh at. Why do you think I like to RP as some drunk monster hunter?
Hello Mara
(( [hugs Mara] I'm sorry...
#ChaseForBook9
Hey! It's Hiccup!
*internet high-fives Hiccup*
Hey Mara, *hugs* That sounds... a little harrowing, (perhaps for lack of a better word) - Sorry for you. :(
@Fabi: That's good - Here's hoping it doesn't malfunction again. :)
#ChaseForBook9
((Not always, Anni... Sometimes it's scary and sometimes it hurts. It's one thing when it's a stranger, another when it's family. *keeps hugging chermerder*))
*sits at the fountain, humming a bit*
*High fives* Yes I am Hiccup
Sometimes we HAVE to laugh at the scary things in life. That's how we make them less scary, Adra. That's how we can deal with them.
They say there's nothing that angers the Devil more than being laughed at.
Not to imply that drunks are the Devil, heavens no, but you see what I mean.
Hello Hiccup! How are you today?
Fine thank you Annika.
I respect your opinion, however I do think something completely different. I stand by what I say, and my opinion. *shrugs*
I just said 'heavens no' on this comment thread. I sound like an 80 year old grandmother.
And I didn't mean to reject your opinion somehow, Adra, I'm sorry about that.
No, not reject. I just don't think you fully understand my reasoning, and I honestly don't feel like explaining, so yeah.
Fair enough.
*holds out hand*
Truce?
It wasn't a fight, but, ah.. *shakes hand anyway*?
@Adra: What/who is chermerder, by the way? I keep half-reading it as 'charmander'.
I don't know whether I'd apply it in this kind of case, but laughing at what's scary, that's actually very true.
If you're struggling to get through a horror film with your mind still intact, my suggestion is usually laughing at it. Just laughing for no reason at all, or finding something within it to laugh at (sometimes very easily provided), or just picturing something incredibly dumb happening, so out of place that you have to laugh. Like, your freaky-possessive-thing knocks out the guy sitting at the computer, and you find yourself imagining it taking his seat and watching the Nyan Cat for a couple o' hours, with great interest. I don't know. But yeah.
It's a good point, is what I mean to say, though arguably not very applicable to certain types of scary. ^^
#ChaseForBook9
I was going to start trying for sleep, I swear, but I felt the need to come and say my sister's brought me a pencil case for Christmas and I don't like it but I'll have to act like I do. :/
. . . Yeah.
#ChaseForBookNine
Maralie Charmander.
But it's chermender
I was going to start trying for sleep, I swear, but I felt the need to come and say my sister's brought me a pencil case for Christmas and I don't like it but I'll have to act like I do. :/
. . . Yeah.
#ChaseForBookNine
Got to go, bye
Or, like, when I see a large-freaky-skeletal-"I'm-going-to-eat-you-in-your-sleep"-spider, I kind of accidentally trained my mind to, rather than immediately freeze and let out a tiny not-actually-part-of-my-vocal-range squeak, but to start singing:
Gibbity gib gib gidib-
SHPIDAH.
And /then/ make somebody throw it out of a window. It definitely decreases that kind of scary. I think.
*nods*
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Hiccup I'll miss you!
I TOLD her I didn't want that pencil case, which is the thing that gets me . . .
I think I'll get her a really thoughtful her-like persent for Christmas, to show her how to do it and so I can feel superior. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hi Star [hugs and offers a purple carrot]
#ChaseForBook9
*starts thinking what thoughtful present I might get her*
#ChaseForBookNine
Bye Hiccup
*hugs Star*
Are you a sofa bc you're sofaking annoying
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs Fabi back and happily buries the purple carrot where I bury bananas*
I haven't buried bananas in ages . . . :(
Eve is amazing. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Oh my god Mara I love you
*hugs Star* :/
At least you have a couple of months to think of a use for it? Like, keeping pens/pencils/something non-pencil-case-related in, rather than having them loose in a drawer, or something? That way, you're using it, but you don't really have to USE it, if that makes sense.
Or, like, draw/write awesome stuff on it, to make smiles even if you don't like the design it holds, because it's got cool stuff hand-applied on the surface?
@Adra: OH! Awesome. :3
#ChaseForBook9
@Mara: *is (well, was. I wrote the comment after I stopped) shaking with laughter and trying not to because I SHOULD BE ASLEEP*
That's just brilliant. :) :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Bye, Hiccup! *waves*
@Mara: xD
MSD.
*glances at the time*
Actually, Device switch. Still msd, but less msd than 'MSD' was.
#ChaseForBook9
@Taia: My current pencil case has become horribly grey (it's meant to be light pink) over the time I've had it, which is why she decided to get me a new one. :) She got it because it's the shape I like with compartments, I just don't like how it looks. It's remarkably un-me, and when you use your pencil case every day . . .
Um, ranting a bit.
Thanks for the decoration idea! *hugs* :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Mara, you're awesome.
Adra, Taia, you're awesome.
Star, you're exStarordinary.
#ChaseForBook9
*makes her way to the catacombs*
Quite tied in miserable mounds
A haunting echo of beautiful sounds
Headless and forgetting everything
Nothing but pieces left
Of this so called person's baited breath
They are laughing at me...
Neighbor down autumn noons
Resting heads in headless pools
Thinking someone else's thoughts
Father was a killer and killed a lot
I'm just taking notes of the cursed plot
They are laughing at me...
Deleter - Father Was A Killer
That song is so chilling...
It's kind of terrifying, by sound, but it has this disturbing, twisted kind of beautiful to it. I love it, but it's so freaky.
(Sorry - random lyrics post)
#ChaseForBook9
*cautiously steps in, looking around* Hello?
@Star: *nods* Mine end up looking like that, too. I've been using a plain, transparent one since last year's exams, though. A friend keeps telling me to go get a more interesting one. My argument is that it DOES have a decoration - there's a random dice tied to the zip. Apparently, that does not count. :P
But at least it's the right kind, in a sense of practicality - the right style and such. But yeah, I get you.
*hugs back* :)
Oh? *hugs Fabi* Thanks you.
You are Fabiulous, of course. :)
#ChaseForBook9
*Thank you
*glares at the sincerity-deprecating 's'* :P
#ChaseForBook9
*sneaks into the big room* Yeah... Hmm.
*Lorcan is pacing in the isolation cell when he starts to hear screams and gunfire.
He shakes and rattles the bars of the cell*
Lorcan: Get me the fuck outta here!!!
*panics*
*runs down to the cells* Lorcan!
I think I'm gone.
*leaves hugs in a neat pile for collection, if wanted* :)
Bye~
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Taia *hugs*
*works on unlocking the cell door*
Lorcan: Adra?!! Holy shit, you've only person I've seen for over 2 hours.
I dunno where my dad is, I have no idea what is going on...
Lorcan: You won't unlock it, it's touch activated by dad...
I'm scared Adra.
I know- *the door unlocks and she swings it open* It is a sight out there..
Nevermind that then
*four people move in, each with peculiar hair, energy in their hands, clearly backing out of the room they were in*
#ChaseForBook9
((Hey- didn't know you were still here! Hello friend!))
Yo people! *waves to them*
Gold hair man: Oh, hello again Adra. Sorry about the screams, we just killed a few hunters. You know, you'd think the werewolf hunters would led a hand...
#ChaseForBook9
Lorcan, calm down. We'll get you out. Right. What kind of material is the ground? Maybe I can work some alchemy..
And you're fine, I suppose... I don't know where they are
M'afraid not, Lorcan...
Calamity: Last I saw he was locked in a fist fight with Deacon. He hadn't changed yet, but....
#ChaseForBook9
Ah hell, I'll have to get on that then...
The floor?
*Lorcan had already sprinted towards the town square. Not wanting his dad to face off with Deacon*
*Crosses her arms and watches with a frown*
For gods' sake-
*runs after him*
Larklight: It was about an hour ago, but it was in the housing district.
#ChaseForBook9
*shouts back* THANKS!
Hi Death.
#ChaseForBook9
*Lorcan slows as he sees Chase and Deacon fighting in the middle of the housing*
Lorcan: Dad!!!!
*Chase hears Lorcan and turns around. Deacon then plunges a dagger into his back and through his stomach. Chase stops, he whimpers and gasps*
Lorcan: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
*He starts to run towards Deacon*
(Actually, I have no idea what's going on so I'm going to stay out if this, have some breakfast, have a sower then go for a ride... Bye))
*curses, catching up* LORCAN WAIT!
((Hi/bye Rose *hugs*))
*the man from the night Trip got shot emerges from an alleyway*: Kid, stop!
#ChaseForBook9
*glances at the guy, but otherwise doesn't acknowledge him*
*slides on the ground, pulling her bag out and a few medical supplies*
*Lorcan watches as Deacon backs up, but he just lands beside Chase on the ground, watching the blood seeping out*
Lorcan: Dad? Dad, I'm so sorry...
*puts the bag of supplies next to Lorcan* Pour the green stuff over the wound, then the orange and then blue. Wrap it up.
*stops in front of Deacon* You know, that wasn't nice
*the man goes and stands by Adra*
#ChaseForBook9
((IS LORCAN ALRIGHT??? I gonna be going home in a sec but
((Hi Zaf.))
#ChaseForBook9
Deacon: And what he did to my wife wasn't nice...
She didn't need to have him in her head for so long!!!
*blinks* hello?
Um.. What?
*The man frowns*
#ChaseForBook9
((Be back in an hour
((Ok!))
Deacon: I've always know that she loved him. I could see it.
All I ever wanted was for her to move on but he was always there in her mind!
*Deacon starts growling, the more angry he gets*
*Lorcan is tending to his dad when Chase gasps in pain*
Chase: Lorcan... I'm sorry...
Oh and so now it's his fault? You can't control who you love, Deacon. It just wasn't you.
Deacon: Well now that she's gone, might aswell make sure that they are finally together.
*glares at him* Do you even feel sad about her death? I mean, you don't even look remorseful at all! She was your wife!
The man from the night Trip got shot: I've got better things to do than kill this lowlife. I have hunters of my own to kill.
#ChaseForBook9
So I've observed...
Deacon: She's happier where she is then when she was with me!!!!!
Of course I'm upset, I'm shattered. But at least she's somewhere where she can finally find that inner peace and not feel torn.
She was my life... but I knew I couldn't give her everything she needed.
*the man runs back off into the shadows, runes glowing around him*
#ChaseForBook9
Yeah. Murder and torture. I don't understand, that usually gets the ladies going
Hmm. Peculiar....
(Hello?)
Deacon: You just don't understand...
*Lorcan stands up and suddenly begins to growl, making his way for Deacon*
*warningly* Lorcan....
*Lorcan stands there growling, tears rolling down his face*
Lorcan: Please... let me kill him.
Lorcan, don't. You don't want to go down that dark path- revenge is an ugly thing and in the end, you don't feel any better. Your father will be fine... Please, Lorcan
*Lorcan stands still with the growling starting to stop, but the tears still roll down his face*
*breathes out* Thank you- I need you to get your father somewhere safe, can you do that?
Good.
*turns back to Deacon* As for you... *cracks her knuckles*
(I believe Trip left... *waves*)
*Lorcan helps Chase to his feet and brings him into their main house*
*Deacon just stands there*
Deacon: Go ahead... I don't care anymore. I've nothing to lose, live or fight for anymore.
She's gone
*sighs* Well then. *draws her sword, swinging down at his head*
*Deacon's body hits the floor as his head rolls to a stop at Adra's feet*
*looks at the severed head*
That.... That wasn't supposed to-
*bites her lip* I don't want to touch it...
*pulls out a lighter and a small tube, nudging the head over with the sole of her shoe to the body, and pours the gasoline over it, then lighting it up*
*Lorcan comes out of the house as the flames get higher*
Lorcan: Adra, something's wrong. Dad's having spasms...
*backs away, her eyes on the flames still* Okay...
*turns and goes into the house, kneeling next to Chase* Oh hell..
*Lorcan begins to pace again*
Lorcan: What's wrong, what's happening to him??
*Chase begins to cough up blood*
*pulls a small device from her pocket, pointing it at him*
Shit... He's lit up like a Christmas tree
*digs around in her bag* Angiogenesis... It's... It's all I have
Lorcan: Wait, lit up?? What's happening to him??
*sighs* I took a scan of his body... This wasn't a poison, or anything. It's a health problem. A mortal problem. *prepares some instruments* Hell.
He has cancer, Lorcan. Don't worry- I've worked extensively in this field. I've created my own formula for endostatin... It stops the harmful effects. I inject him with this *holds up the shot* a few times, and it should work
*Lorcan stops pacing and just stands with his mouth open slightly*
Lorcan: C...cancer...
Don't scream. Sit. *nods to her bag* I need your help, and I know this is a difficult position for you, but I need a second hand. You need to reload at least nine more of those puppies. *nods to the empty briefcase of vaccines*
*takes Chase's arm and puts the shot right into the bloodstream*
We'll always remember you Ali. My almost namesake. And every time I see my german sheperd (her name's Valkyrie) I'll remember Ali. Ali the faithful german sheperd.
Lorcan: *kneels down beside the bag* Jesus... I... I can't do this.
Breathe, Lorcan.
*while she's injecting him* Angiogenesis was a hypothetical experiment from a bit ago. While most methods of cancer concentrate on the cell themselves- chemotherapy, radiation- this was the solution that didn't look at the cell. Looking closely at the tumors, scientist found small blood vessels climbing onto and into the cell, feeding it. They believed that there was a protein that the tumor gave off that attracted the blood vessels to it. The point of angiogenesis was to introduce a repellent into the bloodstream that counteracts the protein, and prevents vessel growth...
And that's what this is. I spent a number of years on it. However, my colleagues are still working on it... With his kind, and his amount, it shouldn't be a problem. After we inject him, you have to help me get him to another doctor to remove the immediately, understand?
*is nearly finished*
(Okay... Never fall off a bike in a dress... Ow...))
*finishes with the injections* Right...
*glances at Lorcan, not sure whether or not he is helping*
*ends up finding a cart for him to lay on and pushes it from the house and to the medical bay down the street*
*calls out*
GEORGE
GEORGE WE HAVE A GUEST
((Never ride a bike in a dress))
Hang in there, Chase. *squeezes his shoulder and pushes him into the OR room, where the older doctor is*
George, I require your assistance. *George helps move Chase onto the operating table and they begin to set things up as she debriefs him on the situation*
*they hook him up to respirators, IVs and general life-support systems, and put on their scrubs and masks*
Right. Are we good?
George: *nods*
Good... Here we go... *makes the first incision as George works parallel to her, and they eventually get to work on the tumors and removing them with tedious, precise work*
(I think someone fell asleep...))
((Yeah, I was talking to her- I did tell her to go off to bed, and I'm just continuing this for her tomorrow))
*continues to work under the harsh light, making sure his functions are stable and working as quickly and sufficiently as possible, making sure to get all of the spread cells as well as the initial ones and is amazed*
Alexis; *appears by Lorcan* ((fill me in what happened))
((Uh.... When did you leave? and please would be nice...:/ ))
*continues to work, wiping her brow*
((Last I was on was Alexis was telling Lorcan to come with her to the universe she's from....and I feel like something happened to Ari....))
((I have no idea where that is in relation to everything else... Adra's awake, and supposed to be resting but is right now doing her best to cure cancer, Deacon's dead, Trace (Connor/Dylan whatever) wants to kill the world but was godmodding and we blew half of his space ship up... There was some shipping and still, MITHCROFTIA))
*hums a bit of Rossini*
Evening, Blogland.
((Okay...thanks. Ugh i have been tackled by cousins and my one cousins PICKED ME UP several times and wrestled me Zaffy feels pain and a good portion of it was from being pegged by a ball luckily i was te oldest
*not turning* Hello, Sir
Well, you appear to be busy, Adrasdos. I shall not disturb you.
Mmm... *Looks down*
Much obliged.... *trails off, concentrating and hard at work again*
I'm so sorry, Derek.
Greetings, Death! A pleasure to see you again.
((Hi Thrust! *hugs*))
Hey Sir... How are you?
((Sir, your profile picture's disappeared...?))
Alexis: *quiet*
*is in treehouse holding Olivia* Who took you over here Olivia?
Olivia: Daddy!
Oh dear....Javier Fyreheart I told you to not take our youngest here!
Javier: I do apologize Zaffy...I am sorry. I did not know what else to do
I am well, Death. I do hope most sincerely that you yourself are also well. Being forced to shove down your throat how wonderful a person you are can be quite difficult.
My picture has indeed disappeared, Adrasdos. Technology is quite difficult, at times...
*faintly* Indeed.
Well Sir, you have managed to make me smile, so... Better than a few moments ago. Thank you. *Hugs Sharky softly* Thank you...
*sigh*
Ah, but if only there were enough reasons in the world for us to smile always... Still, I am most joyed at bringing even a small amount of joy to you, Death.
HiAdra Hi Death Hi zaf, hi sir.
Greetings, Thrust.
*Smiles and lets go* Life can be tough... And annoying... And impractical but I'm glad that they're people like you around...
Hey Thrust! Long time no see...
THRUST *tackles*
Well Death, I suppose you are right. And I, too, am glad there are people like you.
Rose did you eat Ari?
Thanks Sir... *Hands him a can of tuna* Cheers!
WHAT!?
She's been gone almost 12hrs! What did you do?
Hello-ish.
#ChaseForBook9
EVERYONE THINKS I ATE SOMEONE!! AARON THOUGHT I ATE SIMON!! MUM THOUGHT I ATE ROHAN!!
Hang in there...
*cuts out one of the initial tumors, setting it aside with the ever-growing, eye-popping pile*
Wow...
George: Indeed. He's a lucky one, here.
True... I didn't even suspect anything.
George: So often that happens with these types of things. But we caught it.
Yeah, thank gods for angiogenesis.
George: *nods in agreement* Thank God of angiogenesis.
omfg fabi lol
Greetings, Fabienne.
Death, er... Thank you for the tuna...?
I DIDNT EAT ARETHA!! I don't eat people... I don't even eat fish...
Or did you kidnap Ari? *pokes Australia* hello? Is Aretha Tesla there?
Honestly, human beings taste quite horrid, in any case. I doubt Death could ever stomach an ENTIRE human being.
Mum gave me tuna this morning and I don't eat it... I'm giving it to a shark-person!!
Sharkboy did you eat Ari?
That is preposterous, Zafira! I would never do anything of the sort.
Sir, I can eat a whole heap... I are roughly a small cow once... Other than the bones, fur and organs, I ate everything...
*ends up pulling a few more initials out, along with numerous smaller colonies*
*finally finishes after several hours*
*she stitches him up, keeping him on life support but they move him to another room*
*takes off the mask, gloves and cap, but doesn't bother with the scrubs*
ah dear...
*helps with the clean up*
((Omg so besides murdering me my one cousin and I reenacted Lucy's death from Jekyll and Hyde and also I managed to kick the shit out of one of the boys who ws bigger then me but then my cousin who is a few months younger picked me up and dangled me over the railing so once he put me down I kicked him and it was funny and he offcialy fears me. I feel accomplished))
Oh, Death, I do not doubt that you could not finish an entire human, the human stomach is a strange, flexible organ...
But humans taste truly horrible, and I doubt you could really go through even a few bites.
I don't trust you Sharkboy! WHY DID YOU EAT ARETHA AND TO THINK NICCOLÃ’ THOUHT ME THE ENEMY!!'
*cries*
Don't look at me, I'm vegetarian.
And I did not do that on purpose.
#ChaseForBook9
I'm with you, Fabi. Woop. woop. woop.
I've had too many dreams of me being a cannibal... Humans taste like chicken...
Fun fact, humans taste like veal...
*end fun fact*
*explodes England* oopsie
Ew!! Veal!! I a not being a cannibal!!
*am
(Msd... Making apple pies... Yummy...))
Mmm, yeah...
*makes sure George has an eye on Chase and takes one last peek at him before changing out of the scrubs into regular clothes and trudging from the catacombs, ready to make a four mile hike back to town*
Only I can turn a can opener into nunchucks...
um...
*time jump for me*
*Eventually makes it back to the tiny hotel, yawning at the sleep she lost, however not regretting it*
*trudges into the hotel and nearly collapses*
*pulls herself towards her room, kicking the ajar open - leaving it open- and flinging herself on the bed*
*crawls up under the covers*
*falls asleep*
Night Adra... *Hugs*
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