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«Oldest ‹Older 3601 – 3800 of 4965 Newer› Newest»Rose I would be happy, Niccolò has little emotions in the, I admire you category I think that means a lot.
*grabs Aussie and hugs* Rose on Saturday Zaffy getting an iPhone :D
And I will kill you too....
Rose *hugs* I'll hug you and I learned a bit from Niccolò on defending myself, no killing me!
*wearily strolls down the street, clutching a bottle of rotgut*
Heyyyyyyy.
So I'm guessing a certain person didn't say anything....
I COULD HAVE DIED AND YOU WOULD'VE BEEN THE ONLY ONE WHO KNEW!!
I should have died...
Stupid bloody angel....
*wave*
*leaps majestically from her altar, feet hitting the snow and making her way back slowly* *rubs at her shoulder and grumbles*
Rose no. You shouldn't have died I think I speak for Ari and Niccolò when I say you deserve life. Good god,
(Can I just say, as Annika, that I love Blogland. I love Blogland because it's full of, essentially, strong female lead characters, and I think that's hilarious and wonderful. I feel like we could all have books written about us if we so desired.)
*blearily looks from person to person*
By Jove, what's happened in my absence?
*drinks*
Not that you've got anything to say to me.
Morning Adra. *wanders down from treehouse* I feel very happy for some reason. Maybe because...no.
Then you'll be sad to hear that I've been in hospital the past few days. I hung myself but THAT STUPID BLOODY FREAKING ANGEL WON'T LET ME LEAVE!!!!!
*Morning*
*takes the longer route back, by the river*
Ah I gtg bye!
Bumped into Oscar, today. At the bar. Anton's bar, you know, at the hotel.
*drinks*
No violence, of course, so we just took to shooting each other glares. Acted damn suspiciously, I say he did.
*drinks*
Well Rose your gurdian angel loves you. I hate brining god into this because i hate to offend but, Rose, there's a reaon you're on this earth still. God wants you here, you have a role to play, hell you have makes you stronger, that's why you're here you haven't done your role yet.
Sorry, Rose. I know what it's like to want to die, but have some bastard sweep in to save you at the last minute.
*drinks*
Well, someone else can take my flipping role. I don't want it.
Annika, just clarifying, this isn't an RP...
*Pokes Niccolo* I think I broke Ari... She's not responding... :/
*stops drinking abruptly*
Oh.
Well.
Excuse me.
No I think she went to school, she didn't reply back to me so, I also msd for class but Rose....stay strong. People love you out there you got to carry on, you're important otherwise you'd be dead. Our hearts go with you.
((Actually it appears I can stay for about fifteen more..))
*walks in the snow*
*sees Adra in the distance*
Hullo, Adra.
*waves to Anni*
Least he had the idea to save me, stupid Hyde. Jayla is gonna pay for that.
(*sigh* I'm kind of tired, right now, and Doctor Precocious doesn't really have anything to say to y'all, so can I be someone else for a while? I could be Oscar.)
(Precocious is feeling a little bit shitty right now. Hence the whiskey.)
*Imagines stabbing everyone and smiles happily* There will be a day where I day. A brilliant day at that. My guardian angel will be in vacation or taking a sick day...
It is beauty, is it not?
((Anni you can but Adra and I can't rp long...Rose might but just so you know we can't))
(Ah, well. I suppose I do have a bunch of school to do.
*boldly salutes the sunny sky*
Peace!
. . . but not literally!)
(((Her heheheh I wanna eat Oscar!))
*picks up a rock and skips it*
I totally should be also but meds are making me trip out... So I'll be here for a while...
((Awww fine))
Msd
Rose, guardian angels never do. You really haven't the slightest idea how annoying it is you can't see beyond that. I don't have time for speeches but look, you ain't dying because you're loved. You may be hated to you but you do have someone who loves you.
(Frankly, I should probably leave, but nobody's a better procrastinator than I.)
. . .
. . .
. . .
Ew.
Snow.
Yeah, but I don't love him... You guys are freaking amazing, though.
*asleep
*pulls out moist towelette*
*wipes off hands*
Why am I here?
I'm not sure.
And why is there snow? I thought it was autumn!
I should get a pocket calendar.
*pulls her coat tighter, coughing, hit by a cold gust of wind* *spits her hair from her mouth* Ptuh- uh ew
*glimpses Adra in the distance*
Hello?
Who are you?
Are you stuck outside in the snow too?
You should get a pocket calender, though I doubt that pockets and humans have different calenders... Perhaps you should get a pocket-/sized/ calender instead?
Hi- uh. Who are you? And no... *walks over*
Ah . . .
*holds out hand*
My friends call me Oscar. My enemies also call me Oscar.
*shakes Adra's hand*
*immediately wipes down his hands*
*shakes hand* Uuh,.... Hi, Oscar.
*awkwardly stand in the snow*
I'm, er . . . looking for someone. I have a hit out on someone, actually. Don't worry!
*raises hands*
It's not you. Though . . .
*tilts head to one side*
What's your name?
Never mind... I'm sleeping....
Um... Adrasdos Dark. Who are you looking for?
(*waves*)
*swallows*
How do I know you're not working with her? Or against me?
*eyes flash gold*
I'm not stupid, you know.
*bird flies overhead*
Ewwww! Don't let it poop on me!
*ducks out of the way*
*laughs* *coughs* Just curious.... Jumpy.
*straightens up in a dignified way*
*flicks invisible dust off shoulder*
Not jumpy. Merely cautious.
No... That was jumpy. So. Who' ya lookin for?
*sighs in exasperation*
Very well. But if you try anything . . .
*fists clench and unclench*
*he relaxes*
I'm looking for a girl with brown hair and glasses. Pretty, I suppose. She wears a lab coat. And she's a damn coward.
*eyes flash gold*
Where did she go?
I now you've seen her.
Ahhhh I can't say I know anyone of her description.... *crosses her arms*
DON'T LIE TO ME!
*calms down*
*makes an admirable attempt at a smile*
I apologize. Of course, I couldn't expect much from a random stranger, wandering in the snow.
Nor do I blame you. *half-shrugs then coughs into the sleeve of her arm*
But you really ought to tell me one last thing- are you the guy who tortured her?
. . .
. . .
. . .
So you HAVE seen her.
What has that bitch told you?
*clears her throat* Not until you answer my question
. . .
. . .
. . .
*folds arms*
I was young, she was young, it was a different age. An age when we weren't so afraid of taking drastic measures.
*eyes flash gold*
Yes, that was me. Are you asking if I regret it? I don't. Are you asking if I'd do it again? In a heartbeat.
That's my job, Empress Adrasos. To hurt her and feel no guilt. It's her job to make my life hell at every turn. As if it needed her help:
*spreads arms wide*
This is Hell, Adrasos, Hell on earth for me. In a world full of filth and dirt and grime, I'm surprised I've lasted this long.
But yes, Adrasos.
It was I.
((*Adrasdos :3))
Well in that case, then... *considers*
I want to hit you
(Sorry 'bout the misspelling.)
*takes a step back*
*removes golden pen from pocket*
I'm warning you . . .
*raises an eyebrow* Just met and already afraid?
*angrily growls*
*whispers* Damn, has she turned me into a coward, now!?
*twists pen cap in his hand*
I don't want to hurt you; that's not my business. I know that you know where she is, and I need you to tell me.
Now.
No. I won't. Ta.
*stares at Adra*
. . .
. . .
. . .
*puts pen away*
*whispers* Whatever she's bribed you with to keep her hidden, I can give you more. You don't understand; I need to find her. I need to find her and finish this game before it gets out of hand. Hell, it's already gotten out of hand!
Bribed?
Bribed?
Look, I don't get bribed. She's my friend. I wouldn't betray her
Friend?
Friend?
. . .
So.
She has friends now.
I see.
*looks a little put out*
..... Right.
*laughs* Don't worry, there are plenty of people that are evil whom you can acquaint yourself with.
But yeah, I suppose. She's my friend.
No. No, that can't be right.
I've been here for 500 years.
The only stable thing in her life.
Even if I have been torturing and trying to kill her.
She can't replace me.
*laughs derisively*
Evil friends? I can't get evil friends! Evil friends don't like my . . . condition . . . they see it as a sign of weakness! The only person-
*stops abruptly*
Well, I don't suppose it was fun for her. *crosses her arms* She deserves better than you.
And alas, here we are.
Deserves BETTER than me? Ha!
Ha ha ha ha!
Ha ha h ah ha ha ha aha ha hah aha . . .
Heh . . . heh . . .
*whispers* Yes, I know.
Oh good for that. *checks her watch* Well, I must be off... For sciency stuff at my lab.
Fair warning, if you come after her, you will fail.
*waves, going to her lab*
(I gtg!))
*ends up in her lab, putting on her coat and a pair of goggles, getting to work with her microscope*
*watches Adra set off through the snow*
*swallows grimly*
I won't fail. I won't. Not after 500 years. I can't fail now.
*reaches into pocket of jacket*
*pulls out wallet*
*opens it*
*there's a pic of Doctor Precocious cleaning everybody out at a poker tournament inside*
*whispers* I won't fail.
*I'll try to be here... HAhhhh but I will disappear for second bell*
*And third*
*Yeah*
*takes notes and keeps examining the cells in the scope*
(That's fine, you don't have to stay. Since our conversation wrapped up so nicely I figured I would log off, do some school, and come back later when more people were on.)
((Okay! I'm on around 12:45-55))
(I'll try to remember that but I'll probably forget. Sorry! I'm from New England, so I'm in a different time zone than Blogland.)
(... I'm American)
(Oh. Sorry. But heyyyyyyyyyyyyyy, fellow American! *brofist* 'MURICA.)
(Ameriminion! I'm in Ohio :3)
(Actually, I must depart now. If you are able to get on around lunch..? Yay! I'll deffo be here at 3 :D C'ya!))
Before I go, there's this song 'Unspoken' that I listen to all the time, and it strikes me as a good Prescar song. Or Osmosis. Or whatever the heck it's called.
Things will never change
And our hearts will always separate.
Forget about you
I'll forget about you.
The things we never say
Are better often left alone.
Forget about you
I'll forget about this time.
But it's the same old situation
We made it through this far. Oh.
We watched the rockets kiss the sky.
I saw the flames burn out in your eyes.
And nothing that I do
Will ever be enough for you
Whatever I do, whatever I do.
Take me as I am
I'll never be the other man.
Forget about you
I'll forget about this time.
So won't you save this conversation
And find a better time? Oh, oh.
Don't you ever understand
That if it hurts I'll do whatever I can?
And if it's set in motion
I'll watch it all pass by.
And leave the rest unspoken
I'll never change my mind.
Leave it unspoken, leave it unspoken,
Leave it unspoken, leave it unspoken now. [x4]
So just let me go
I won't change my mind.
I'd rather be lonely
Than be by your side.
And nothing you say
Could save us this time.
I'd rather be lonely
☂Anybody here?☂
☂Anybody? Anybody at all? No? What a pity.☂
HERE!!!!
Oh, goshdangit, I missed her.
Came too late, I suppose.
I shall be here for several minutes, although possibly distant, if anyone else is in the vicinity.
#ChaseForBook9
*wanders in with her hands in her pockets* Hello.
Hello, Chione. How are you?
#ChaseForBook9
*runs through the snow*
Hello! I'm here too! It's me! Doctor Precocious!
I'm good Niccolò, you?
Hello, Precocious. I am quite alright, Chione, and glad to hear that you are well.
#ChaseForBook9
Uh...hi Annika, nice to meet you...
Hello, Chione. It's good to know you're alright.
You don't know me. I'll take a moment to give myself a grand introduction.
*coughs*
*taps microphone*
Do either of you know the last time Mithria was on?
It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance. Allow me to introduce myself. By day, I am Annika Barnosky, teen blogger and writer. By night, I am Doctor Precocious, monster hunter extraordinaire, in posession of a creepy black van. I am an Energy-Thrower, a daring adventurer, a skilled monster-hunter, of course, and, though I have no home of my own, I have a semi-permanent residency at the Midnight Hotel. I also play poker with a variety of high-profile personages, and my nemesis is an OCD supervillain named Oscar Neurotic.
And no, I don't recall the last time I spoke to Mithria.
*Sighs* I missed her. I should probably publish the next chapter of my fanfiction for her to read the next time she comes on.
I have been absent from Blogland for the past several days- a little over a week, actually- so I cannot say how recently she has been here.
#ChaseForBook9
I'm sorry you missed her . . .
And now I must be off. Goodbye Precocious, Chione. *vanishes*
#ChaseForBook9
Goodbye, Niccolo.
I'm just sort of aimlessly hanging around right now, chatting/RPing with people if they happen to pass through.
Procrastinating on school, and whatnot.
Oh how rude of me, I'll introduce myself too. I'm Chione Asahina, I control snow (obviously) but I also control it's past and future (meaning water and ice) I have found out my True name and have it safely sealed. My true name is Hecate Vermillion, she is a Necromancer. I have wrote 5 chapters of my fanfiction if you wish to read it, Mithria fairly enjoys it. I'll finish writing the 6th very soon.
Oh! A fellow writer!
I am a writer as well. Not very much fanfiction, mostly original stuff. I post a lot of my writing on my blog and have been told it's quite good as well.
My main project is called Eliot Cross: It's a short story collection about a monster hunter in Victorian-era Canada.
Ah Niccolò came during lunch.
NICCOLÒ I do miss you. Gah I'll be properly on after 5pm...
Hi, Zafira!
*waves at Zafira as Zafira shoots past*
Bye, Zafira!
Hello Zaf.
Sounds interesting Annika.
Well, it's nice to have met you. I thought I knew everyone in Blogland, but I guess I was wrong.
*looks down shyly*
Sorry.
Im here lol but i wont be on properly until after 5. But im here well distantly.,...in History
*sits outside treehouse quietly singing He Watching Over Israel*
I'll only be here for 15 minutes more, and then I have to go eat lunch. I may come back, I'm not sure. But I won't be on this evening because it's Monday night and Monday night means my fencing club.
*swings on abandoned swing set*
*sings 'Drink With Me' from Les Miserables*
*grins*
On my own
Pretending he's beside me
All alone
I walk with him till morning
Without him
I feel his arms around me
And when I lose my way I close my eyes
And he has found me
In the rain the pavement shines like silver
All the lights are misty in the river
In the darkness, the trees are full of starlight
And all I see is him and me forever and forever
And I know it's only in my mind
That I'm talking to myself and not to him
And although I know that he is blind
Still I say, there's a way for us
I love him
But when the night is over
He is gone
The river's just a river
Without him
The world around me changes
The trees are bare and everywhere
The streets are full of strangers
I love him
But every day I'm learning
All my life
I've only been pretending
Without me
His world will go on turning
A world that's full of happiness
That I have never known
I love him
I love him
I love him
But only on my own
Thats Zaffy singing. Yes I can sing. Today is a chorus day i sing soprano i go between 1 and 2 mostly 1 but if the freshmen fail miserably i go down to 2 until they get it
*laughs*
I dedicate this number to Trip Castalan and his fantastic bar.
*takes a deep breath*
Welcome, Monsieur, sit yourself down
And meet the best innkeeper in town
As for the rest, all of 'em crooks:
Rooking their guests and crooking the books
Seldom do you see
Honest men like me
A gent of good intent
Who's content to be
Master of the house, doling out the charm
Ready with a handshake and an open palm
Tells a saucy tale, makes a little stir
Customers appreciate a bon-viveur
Glad to do a friend a favor
Doesn't cost me to be nice
But nothing gets you nothing
Everything has got a little price!
Master of the house, keeper of the zoo
Ready to relieve 'em of a sou or two
Watering the wine, making up the weight
Pickin' up their knick-knacks when they can't see straight
Everybody loves a landlord
Everybody's bosom friend
I do whatever pleases
Jesus! Won't I bleed 'em in the end!
Master of the house, quick to catch yer eye
Never wants a passerby to pass him by
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Comforter, philosopher, and lifelong mate!
Everybody's boon companion
Everybody's chaperone
But lock up your valises
Jesus! Won't I skin you to the bone!
Food beyond compare. Food beyond belief
Mix it in a mincer and pretend it's beef
Kidney of a horse, liver of a cat
Filling up the sausages with this and that
Residents are more than welcome
Bridal suite is occupied
Reasonable charges
Plus some little extras on the side!
(Oh Santa!)
Charge 'em for the lice, extra for the mice
Two percent for looking in the mirror twice
Here a little slice, there a little cut
Three percent for sleeping with the window shut
When it comes to fixing prices
There are a lot of tricks I knows
How it all increases, all them bits and pieces
Jesus! It's amazing how it grows!
*in a higher pitched voice*
Oh, sorry love
Let's get something done about that
I used to dream that I would meet a prince
But God Almighty, have you seen what's happened since?
Master of the house? Isn't worth my spit!
Comforter, philosopher' and lifelong shit!
Cunning little brain, regular Voltaire
Thinks he's quite a lover but there's not much there
What a cruel trick of nature landed me with such a louse
God knows how I've lasted living with this bastard in the house!
*normal voice*
Master of the house!
Master and a half!
Comforter, philosopher
Don't make me laugh!
Servant to the poor, butler to the great
Hypocrite and toady and inebriate!
Everybody bless the landlord!
Everybody bless his spouse!
Everybody raise a glass
Raise it up the master's arse
Everybody raise a glass to the Master of the House!
Annika I haven't been on for about 2 weeks but to be honest I've been on the blog for over two years under the name "Tanith and Valkyrie lover" depending on when you joined, that might be the reason.
Ha. Oh...i knows you
So...how are you Zaf?
Im good. I think i got the highest grade on our history test....*laughs* its called study
Msd
Well, Chione, I have been doing this a while but I'm still the newest person in Blogland. I've been reading Derek's blog for years but only semi-recently began commenting as . . .
*dramatic flourish*
Doctor Precocious!
*Nods* I just started LSODM cause I didn't want to wait a year for the last one to come out but I gave up and I'm on chapter 11...
Just wait....Chione its bad, just take it slowly is my advice. Don't devour it in a day like I did.
Ohhhhh, Last Stand is sooooooo gooooooood. I cried.
I cried before I even read it. 10 minutes or more. Was reading the Skulpedia page. God damit Derek...
Despite what people might think...I liked Springhealed Jack.
Ah, well, that business with Jack was in Maleficent Seven. I . . . I don't want to say what deaths I cried at. Spoilers, y'know.
I know i cried seeing my name xD i legit was like....IH MY GOD HE WASNT KIDDING and cried and the box i had for the book....the tissues ran out i ate dinner balling
Adrados was Adra's character wasn't it? The necromancer with Sult?
Adrasdos*
It would be a dream made reality to have Doctor Precocious or Oscar Neurotic make an appearance, but I know it won't happen, and I'm content with just being a loyal Ameriminion.
And, frankly, if all authors put all their fans into their books there would be no room for story. It's always been my dream to become a published author, and if I make it, and get a fandom, be sure I would be very sparing with who's RP characters I made canon.
*coughs* *stumbles in*
*Smiles* Hello Adra.
*wave* Hi
How are you?
A teensy bit sick.
((Actually, I'm quite alright, yourself?))
*looks around cautiously*
*eats a piece of snow*
Oh...sorry to hear that
(Same))
Don't you hate it when all you do is come home from school and read comments, and then it's already six o'clock?
#ChaseForBookNine
Oi stop eating my beloved snow!
No...?
*eats more snow*
*raises her hands and a pile of snow flies into Adra's mouth* heh.
*laughs*
OW.
*bites it*
*pops out of snowdrift*
Hullo!
*growls and flexes her fingers and the snow in her mouth freezes*
*crawls out of snowdrift*
Ugh. Still a bit frowsy from last night.
*points to nose*
But my nose healed up nicely, which is good. But it's cold now.
*sneezes snow off nose*
Hullo, Adra!
Have you been better since last we met?
Sorry Annika, Adra has snow on her tongue so she's a bit cold to talk.
Uh... Good. Met a friend of yours..
*coughs, red splatting on the snow*
*growls at Chi*
*snort*
Friend? That's a new one. Don't have many of those, unless you're talking about Rose or Sir or you. Or Niccolo.
Friend... .Enemy
*face goes curiously blank.
. . . Yeah.
I've got plenty of those.
Only one of them matters, though. Really. Tell me . . . what did he look like?
I think you and I both know that....
He's here
(Shall I bring him into Blogland for you?)
What?
What do you mean?
(Actually, I'll have to go in a few, my final class is starting. Would it be terribly rude to ask if you could wait until three?))
*clears her throat*
I mean Oscar.
And he.
is.
Here
(I can indeed return at three.
I will be on until 4:30, after that.
Then I gotta go to fencing . . .)
*lowers voice to barely a whisper*
Where is he?
*stand up*
*blue lightning crackles in her eyes*
((Alright-))
In the trees?
In the snow?
Where?
I don't know- last I saw, by the river. But I doubt he stayed there
*laughs at Adra*
That's what you get for eating my snow.
*whips head around to check the river*
He can't have gone far without being noticed. He's probably wearing black, as always . . .
*corner of her mouth twitches*
Stupid git. We're in a feild full of snow.
There's this boy my mum works with who's about thirteen, and he's been in the country a few years now, and he's doing well in school and stuff and has learnt English and likes breakdancing and yeah, but the thing is, his older brother's still back in a prison camp in . . . I think it's Congo. And he says he doesn't want a life here, because he doesn't want a life when his brother has no life, and he's recently been running away because of that and stuff. And he's in a really rough school, and there's this gang who's making him steal stuff and sell drugs and the like, and my mum got pretty upset over that, I think (she started the telling of this by saying she'd had a really upsetting morning), because the thing is, he's had this awful, awful life and come from this place where terrible things happen, and this is meant to be freedom and a new life, and she says we have no excuse for being like that in this country, and she's really disappointed in us, as a country, and she's just so mad at some (here she hesitated. I think she might have been trying not to swear) horrible, evil people who are just ruining it for him. And I managed not to think about it too much (so I didn't cry, yeah?) when she was telling me, but I'm crying now, and yeah. Because it's not fair. And it's not fair. And yeah. And she says he's this lovely boy and he's really smiley and . . . have I told you about when she first saw him? I think it was when she first saw him. He was dancing. Breakdancing, down the school corridor. And she said how that was wonderful, his dancing, and the teacher neary just said "Not when it stops him getting to lessons on time!" and my mum mentioned it when she was discussing how teachers are strict on things like uniform and it's an easy way to establish authority (she used to be a teacher), but that now she's seen it form the other end (she just stopped being a youth worker) she can see how the teachers are just . . . I don't know the word for it . . . sometimes. I think the word is a word that means 'having a go at people when it's unnecessary'. And she felt annoyed at that teacher, because he's been through all this and had a horrible life and he's dancing, and isn't that amazing?
And yeah.
So, I have multiple pages that I haven't dedded, and I dedicate one of them to that boy whom I've never met and don't know the name of, and I wish him and his family good luck. And maybe dedding this page will do nothing, but maybe it will. Can hope achieve things? Possibly. So yes. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*laughs*
Ah, well... Um... Will you be needing any help with him? I'd be happy to assist
((ahhh... I must go, actually! *hugs* Be on in about 80 minutes))
(Alright, I should probably log off as well. I'll try to be here at three! We'll pick up where we left off or do something else, whatever.)
I'm sorry...
She said she's more upset about the gang thing than any of the other stuff, because we just have no excuse for it, and yeah. And yeah. I forgot to mention that. We live in wonderful countries, which also they suck in some ways, are a lot better than a lot of countries. We have free will, and we have rights, and if anyone mistreats you, something will happen about it (or should do) and you have the right to report them and get them punished. Do you know how incredible that is? We live in worlds where we have a justice system that will get people out of problems. We have a world where we can live without oppression. We can do whatever we want and be whatever we want to be. And everyone has the right to that. That's why they're called rights. And if someone has spent the majority of their life without that, the least we can do is just let them enjoy it for a bit, and not turn what's meant to be a paradise into hell. Gosh. Some people just need to grow up and learn how to empathise and just not be so bloody horrible. It's just . . . we have so much opportunity, so why are we fucking sabotaging so much of that???
Everyone has good and bad in them. You can't have one without the other. They contribute to each other. Stubbornness, determination. And I also dedicate (same page) to people managing to use the good half of the qualities they have, and to getting somewhere with their life. Understanding-wise, like. There's this guy in the first Molly Moon book and he's the bad guy, basically. And near the end they hypnotised him and got him to talk, and realised he was only cruel because that was what life and people had taught him to be. And he'd had this budgie when he was little, and he'd adored it, and someone had killed it and he'd been so upset. And they hypnotised him to think of his budgie whenever he was mean to anyone. And after a bit of this, he started to realise that when he was being mean to people, e was being just like the man who had killed his budgie, and he was horrified. And, after a while, he changed his life around and became a really good person.
That was a pretty damn awesome book series. :)
The point is . . . in real life, you don't get as much hypnosis, or maybe we do and we're just hypnotised not to see it, but I dedicate to people making that connection in their minds without hypnosis. I dedicate to people realising they're horrible, and changing it. I also dedicate to second chances, and third chances, and fourth chances, and fifth chances, and hundredth chances, and infinitieth chances. Because if you worked really hard to become a bad person and everyone just hated you still because of your past, that would just suck. You'd've worked so hard, and got no reward. People can change, and we have to look out for that, and encourage them in their transformation or just persuade them to transform in the first place.
And I think I'm done now. :) Sorry for the rant.
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Damit. I never ded... meh.
Hello Star.
AW WHAT.
Okay. I ded my first comment to a previous page, and my second comment (*points at the first comment on this page* That's that one) to this page.
DONEEEEEEEEEE. :)
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Hi, Chione. :)
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Although I'd much rather you read my ded than my blog post. :)
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Sorry for my distance - writing.
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It's fine, I'm distant too.
Hello Dragona.
Anyone?
Im here very distantly
Hey Chione! How are you?
How are you Dragona?
Haha...I'm fine.
Lol. Great (and polite) minds think alike.
Correct. That saying must be popular all over the world huh? "Great mijds think alike"
Minds* stupid tablet.
It's a very awesome saying.
If i miss Niccolò today I be so sad....
*falls into the snow* ow
*coughs*
*pokes Adra*
Oh.
Hullo, Adra.
*holds out hand*
Here, let me help you up.
Star I just read your thing... Holy crap...0.0
*takes her hand* thanks dear
Hey Zaf
It's good to see you so well recovered, Zafira. After the events of last night, I mean.
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