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[Shrugs]
Actually, you didn't.
Bye... [hugs]
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs*
[hugs]
#ChaseForBook9
Hello?
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hello.
[hugs Snowy]
How're you?
#ChaseForBook9
what about you?
Well, you're certainly making conversation easy.
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sorry. i'm doing a million things at once.
Upside down. I don't even know how to explain it...
I've been cheerful, but lots of bad stuff has been happening.
#ChaseForBook9
Hi there
*hugs* you'll work it out.
hi adra
Hola
Bad stuff?
I was reading the Inferno. That wasn't pleasant
Um... I don't think there's any way to go into detail without complaining.
#ChaseForBook9
*is trying to work on stuff so is distant*
Email me if you like? *shrugs*I'm know the feel. I try not to talk too terribly on here about deep personal things either..
Distant as well... Still writing the thing... It's getting really long. Like, I'm gonna have to post it in sections. Maybe with cliffhangers. :D
If I knew what the main problem was, I could talk about it and that'd help, but I'm still analyzing...
#ChaseForBook9
Fucking hell my entire bag with all of my clothes is soaked through
I'm so not trying to cry I swear but this has just been a shitty travel
"...shattered into a Milligan minion million pieces..."
[Facepalms]
#ChaseForBook9
Take your time Fabi *hugs*
[hugs Adra]
Hopefully your return trip is better...
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that sucks adra
Hopefully, yeah *fingers crossed*
i g2g. *hugs both* bye.
Goodbye dear *hugs*
Bye Snow [hugs]
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*shivers* *curls in a ball, cold and soaked* Merh
[Pulls out emergency camping blanket and gives it to Adra]
It feels like there are too many characters standing around doing nothing... :-/
#ChaseForBook9
((Engage them? Oh- that's probably not helpful :3))
*cuddles in blanket* Thanks
((They've all done something in the scene, but it's a long scene and they're not doing much. I guess they're in shock or something.))
No problem. [Pulls out a camping stove and sets up a pot of water to boil]
Tea? Coffee? Hot chocolate?
#ChaseForBook9
((...*creys* feels))
Er... Hot chocolate, please. *scoots closer to the firs* You cold?
[The water begins to steam]
[Takes the pot off the heat and pours water into a thermos with hot chocolate mix in it]
[Stirs with a spoon and then hands the thermos to Adra]
[Shrugs] A bit, but not as freezing as you seem to be.
[Pours some water in another thermos and thinks about what I want]
#ChaseForBook9
*takes the hot chocolate gratefully, and sips it*
Thank you..
Er, a jacket?
[Deep in thought]
[Blinks]
Sorry, what was that?
[Selects Apricot Honeybush and puts the tea-bag in the thermos.]
#ChaseForBook9
[Sits down, sipping tea]
#ChaseForBook9
Gotta love KFC
I didn't touch any of the food. That's how they gave it to me.
*sips her tea* not sure..
I apologise, I might go to sleep... Thank you for the tea, Fabi *hugs*
*pauses*
Mind telling everyone that, if they need me, I'll be in hell?
[hugs Deathy]
[hugs Adra]
Bye...
#ChaseForBook9
*nods to both* *retreats back into her lab, leaving the doors unlocked*
((...since no one is here..))
*She awakens to find herself in a hot, uncomfortably warm room. She's drenched in sweat in a matter of minutes and sheds as much fabric as she can, tearing her dress where needed, discarding her overcoat and tights, as well as her shoes*
*the heat against her skin is suffocating her, her lungs seizing in her chest cavity, and she feels breathless*
Okay... Bad idea.
Really bad idea.
However... As a last resort, hiding in your own personal hell so your energy can't be traced is pretty smack dabbin good.
*she sits on a rock, the landscape dim, save the faint purple an greenish glow, like a sickly color*
*she shifts from side to side, uncomfortable with the heat*
* A shiver goes up her spine like a bony finger, and she turns, then screams*
GODOKA!
Is anyone actually here or...?
Maybe..........
*surprise hugs*
Hey, I'm not really here... Did anything interesting happen in the last few hours?
Well did Derek win?
Hey, Zaf!
Yes, Derek won. check his twitter :)
((Huh... It appears everyone is still in school. Herm.
I was rather meaning to talk to Annika...))
*Adra's eyes are wide, bloodshot from crying as she sits in a circle she made of chalk. She rocks back and forth, her arms wrapped around her stomach, the ghost of the pressure on her arms, on her legs, still there*
*She hears a scream, cut off into a gurgle and jumps, trembling, knowing that it is coming for her* *she presses her back against a bulky structure-a rock? and does her best to be invisible*
VOLIA!
I am here.
As if by magic.
((Annika! *hugs* Hi! How are you!))
(I am doing just fine, thank you for asking. I had some pie yesterday, ergo, nothing can go wrong today.
That is how pie works.)
((Ooh! What kind of pie?))
(Pecan.)
((I've actually never had pecan before. I find cherry and apple my personal favorites. I suppose I've never ventured past that realm. Well. I'll try it one day, then..))
(Ah, pecan is good. My personal favorite is rhubarb, though.
So . . . is this what you wanted to talk about? Pie?
If so, I agree.
Pie is one of the most magical conversation topics out there.)
((Actually I wanted to be really sure I apologized for making you angry, or, unwelcome? Or... Well, there are many words to describe something I can only guess you felt.
In any case, I didn't mean to, although I could see why I could look like that, but it was unintentional.
So yes, I apologize))
(Well, that's very nice of you to apologize. Most people don't think to apologize when they upset me.
But I do want to make it clear that I wasn't upset at all. I may act all non-emotional (which I am) and cranky (which I am) but when it come down to it, I really don't hate anyone, and I don't get upset very easily.
I assure you that if you do upset me, it will have to be something very big and important, like you running over my dog or stealing my pecan pie. Otherwise, I'm a very laid-back individual.)
((Well, I can't stand the thought of people being upset with me- if they are, or aren't. I just... Yeah. I like being at peace.
And I wouldn't say you're non-emotional. At all. *hugs*))
(Ah, that's merely because you haven't met me in real life.
*hugs back*
I must say, I'm much more comfortable with online interaction, simply because I'm more at home with the written word. If we were having this conversation in real life I'd likely stutter all over myself and start compulsively wiping my hands off with a moist towelette.
And I know what you mean about not wanting folks to be upset with you. I must admit that Precocious's cowardice comes largely from me. I am very, very wary of any sort of confrontation.)
((I understand... However, if I were to travel up to NE, would you be opposed to meeting?
Even though literally the only thing I would say is "Osmosis"))
(I would LOVE to meet you in real life, of course, but I am a little wary of telling you PRECISELY where I live.
I hope you don't take offense at that, but I have been raised in a family wherein my mother has informed me that not one, not two, but every single human being on the Internet is actually a middle-aged stalker intent on murdering me and my family.
You now how it is.
She wouldn't even like the fact that I've given my age, gender, and vague location.)
(But I would be thrilled if we got to meet in real life. Most Bloglanders never get a chance to do that, tragically.)
((Of course! No, we would probably go out for lunch or something! But I know- I only have given my address to my internet friends who I absolutely know aren't stalkers
Not that the stalkers would be in a small fandom, like SP, rather than HP or Twilight
But yeah- that would be awesome))
(It would be awesome if we could get together, I agree!
And I agree with what you said about fandoms. If I were a stalker I would go stalk Twihards, considering they're already a fandom full of pre-pubescent girl dreaming of a dark and mysterious older man getting obsessively attached to them.)
(As you may have deduced, I'm not a fan of Twihards.)
I assure you both that I am not a deranged pedophile, just in case you were wondering.
(--I wholeheartedly agree with you about Twihards.--)
((Oh my god Annika that is HILARIOUS
but yes
It shall happen
Mycroft!!
Shit
EMBER))
(AUGH!
September, you scared me! I didn't see you standing there in that darkened corner!
*clutches chest*
*hyperventilating*)
(--HAI ADRA :D Haven't been on much lately. Stuff is happening.--)
(Well, it's wonderful to see you whenever we can.)
(--Of course you didn't see me. That is the case with all good pedophiles posing as children I SAID NOTHING--)
((Ember has a cloak of invisibility))
(I should warn you that my father left me his samurai sword collection. It now hangs proudly upon my wall.
They actually do, though, he was a collector. There are four of them on the wall right now.)
(--(--flourishes cloak--)--)
(--(--realises that all she's doing is making it look like an invisible monater is eating her--)--)
(( my dad has about 13 guns))
((I can shoot them all))
((MUAJAJJAHAHA))
(--That is seriously cool. Did you ever learn to swordfight?--)
(*gasps*
*staggers backward*
*trips over a chair*
*lands on her arse*
*hyperventilating*
*pointing at September with one shaking hand*
Where-
Where-
WHERE ARE YOUR UMBRELLA PARENTHESES!?)
(--ADRA THAT IS AWESOME--)
(--I don't have any swords or guns :p--)
(I actually am a senior fencer at the local fencing club. Not with samurai swords though. With rapiers and sabers.)
((I would love to know how to use a sword...
I can only throw knives?))
(--I'm doing makeshift umbrellas for the time being--> --)
(--The truth is that when I'm here on my phone, it's a REALLY big hassle to start doing the real umbrellas.--)
☔☔☔ <--- (((unless I do those, of course, but I'm not sure what they would look like on a computer)))
(They look like rain-spattered purple umbrellas.)
🌂My GOD you guys are so badass.🌂
🌂Tbh I would've stopped doing the umbrellas a while ago, but without them I feel like everything O say is too... impersonal.🌂
🌂ALSO BECAUSE MYCROFT🌂
Hello...
#ChaseForBook9
☔Okay, great, so you CAN see these :D☔
((Mycroft!!!!!
...evil.))
☔FABI☔
(Well, you do whatever you want with the umbrellas. I was just surprised that you were neglecting to use them.
And I am far from badass.)
((hi Fabi!))
(Oh! Hullo, Fabi.)
🌂Unfortunately, I don't have any emoticons that look like business men... which is silly! They should add some nicely-dressed emoticons!🌂
(I've never been one to use emoticons.)
☔I do NOT understand why THESE ☔☔ seem to work while THESE 🌂🌂 do not.☔
☔Can you guys see this? ⛎☔
((Oh my god that would be hilarious))
☔Fair enough, Anni.☔
((Yes?))
(We can see all of the Things.)
((*Meme*
Alright I might continue my little RP for a few..
Also I'm a little distant- making pancakes))
(I am distant because I am technically in college right now.
That's the nice thing about online classes.
You can lurk on comment threads on the side.)
EMBER
Hi Adra!
Hullo Annika!
#ChaseForBook9
((I'm going to be gone soon because it's like midnight))
(My oh my. It's 11:09 in the morning over here.)
☔☔huggles Fabi☔☔
☔I HAVE NOT SEEN YOU IN AGES, DAHLING☔
*Her eyes open again, to complete silence, and wearily pulls her hands from her head, disentangling her fingers from her hair*
* She doesn't move, but the faint twinge of iron can be smelled from around her*
*She breathes out, her breath like smoke in the near-pitch darkness*
*a ghastly face looms from the shadows, pushing itself against her, opening it's jaw so that it nearly unhinges, lines upon lines of teeth circling it's mouth*
*it's scream is high-pitched, and blood-curdling*
*Adra screams, pushing it away, and runs as fast as she can, stumbling and tripping in the darkness*
((10 here
*hugs Fabi* Morning!))
(If anyone is sticking around, I might do a flashback RP.
It's a very important one. So important, in fact, that I will probably post it on Superfluous once I'm through.)
☔America tends to be kind of opposite to Singapore.☔
☔Oh, and funnily enough, Zimbabwe and Vienna have the exact same timezone.☔
☔Just thought I'd randomly share that...☔
(Funnily enough, frogs can't swallow with their eyes open.)
☔Okay, Anni! :)☔
☔Cool!☔
🐸🐸🐸🐸🐸
((8:10 here.))
((Wbd as well because world studies and stuff))
#ChaseForBook9
☔How are you, Fabi?☔
I KNOW, RIGHT? IT'S BEEN FOREVER! [hugs Ember]
[hugs Adra back] Morning!
#ChaseForBook9
(I'll keep it short, if I can. I tend to like smaller, cliff-hangery stories.)
----The year is 1507, and the Lockswitch mansion is falling apart.
What happened to this noble place? It is choked with dust and darkness, and, outside, a thunderstorm is raging.
A baby girl, Lily, is sobbing in her cradle.----
*door bangs open*
Algy: Shut UP!
*he looks dreadful*
*frazzled*
*sleep-deprived*
*clutching his clipboard like a lifeline*
Lily: Waaaaaaaah!
Algy: Shut up! SHUT UP!
Lily: Waaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Algy: *grabs the baby*
*shakes her violently*
DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND I'M TRYING TO WORK!?
Lily: MAMA! WAAAAH!
Algy: Mama's not here! It's just me! And Algernon says GO TO SLEEP!
*there is a soft tapping on the door*
Algy: *whirls around*
WHAT?!
*the door swings open*
*revealing a six year old boy in his pajamas*
Oscar: . . . Algy?
Algy: YES?
Oscar: May I go visit the monster girl?
Afterrrrrr<3
See, Harry's a frat boy in this and he has tattoos and piercings and all and so do the rest of the boys except Liam and they're not a band it's a AU and so Tessa is this girl who goes to college in WSU and her mum is really strict and her dad is a drunk who left them years ago and she has a boyfriend called Noah who's rlly boring but all the boys start liking Tessa so Harry starts flirting with her even though it seems like he hates her at first and then they actually get together and they have that thing ya know a few times and then Noah finds out she was cheating on him and she breaks up with Noah but then Harry kisses this girl Molly at a frat party (she's a bitch) and then Tessa starts going out with Zayn who is also a frat boy but he seems rlly nice and she kisses him but then harry wants her back to she gets back with harry and then tessa realises Harry's stepdad is the counsellor of WSU or something idk what he is but he's important ???? and then liam is harry's stepbrother but nobody knows those two secrets except tessa and omfg that's not even the first twenty chapters
Ah.
I'm still not sure how to answer that one.
Could be worse. Could be a lot worse.
My left arm is still completely fine.
#ChaseForBook9
((Hey Meera! *hugs*))
☔Mara i dun even think i process dat☔
☔Doesn't it have, like, a hundred or two hundred chapters?☔
☔Favis: I know the feeling. I know the feeling.☔
(Sorry if you don't know what's going on. I am picking up from where my last flashback RP left off.)
Algy: No, Oscar, you CAN'T visit the monster girl.
Oscar: But she's all alone downstairs.
*thunder crashes outside*
Oscar: She must be so scared.
Algy: Well, excuse me, princess, but she’s down there for a reason.
Oscar: But-
Algy: SHE WENT INSANE! CRAZY! TRIED TO KILL YOU! MAGIC GONE HAYWIRE, BOUNCING OFF THE WALLS, THE WHOLE DEAL!
*takes a deep breath*
*forces himself to smile*
You can’t visit the monster girl.
She’s been locked in the basement for two months.
For.
Our.
Protection.
((OSMOSIS!
That actually reminds me, Adra spent a few years living out of a basement in Estonia. It was rough))
Hi Ducktape *hugs* :)
Hi Ember *hugs* :)
Yep, 200 and something. :P i'm on After 3, Chapter 208 I think:) It's so addictive :/
*hugs Fabibibibibibubbles*
Hi Anni *hugs* :)
Lily: Waaaah!
Algy: *narrows eyes*
*picks her up*
*and begins to squeeze her*
Shut.
Up.
Lily: Waaaaa-
Oscar: Algy!
Algy: . . .
Oscar: Algy, stop! No!
Algy: . . .
OscarL Algy, you’re killing her!
*jumps on Algy and scratches his arm*
Algy: AH!
Lily: *tumbles back into the crib*
Algy: *strikes Oscar across the face*
Oscar: *falls on his arse*
Algy: I wouldn’t have killed her. I had everything under control.
Oscar: *choking back tears*
Algy: *sighs heavily*
If I let you go visit the monster girl, will you go away?
*thunder crashes outside*
Oscar: . . . Yes.
*sniffs*
Algy: *removes a coal-black key from his belt*
*gives it to Oscar*
That key opens the door to the basement.
But do not under ANY CIRCUMSTANCES open her cage. She is a dangerous lunatic monster person.
Oscar: But . . .
Algy: But what?
Oscar: She promised she’d play with me.
Algy: All girls break promises. The sooner you learn that, the better.
Now get the hell out of my sight.
*Adra stumbles, feeling the ground beneath her drop off dramatically, and for a single second she's suspended before hitting the ground, rolling*
*she hits a rock with her back and stops* *The scream of a young child is heard and Adra curls into a ball, coving her ears and screaming*
((Stop Anni no))
☔I'm going to go to sleep now.☔
😊Bye you guys 😊
[hugs Marararalilililily]
#ChaseForBook9
Oscar: *takes a deep breath*
*and*
*slowly*
*descends down the cold staircase to the basement*
*it is dark*
*in the basement*
*darker than night*
*and he can hear rats scuttling along the stone floor*
Oscar: *takes a deep breath*
Hello?
*his voice echoes* Hello hello hello hello hello . . .
. . .
. . .
Oscar: Hello?
. . . Hello.
Have you come to visit me?
Oscar: *steps closer to the center of the room*
I’m sorry you’re all locked up.
So am I.
So am I.
Oscar: Are you lonely?
I could come live with you down here.
I am very, very lonely, Oscar Neurotic.
Oscar: Oscar . . . Neurotic?
Who is that?
. . . No one. I misspoke.
Come, Oscar Lockswitch.
Come closer to my cage.
Oscar: *approaches the cage*
*made of twisted black iron*
*and sees the bloody little girl kneeling in the center*
*the cage is diffusing her magic*
You . . . you’re all alone down here.
So alone.
So terribly alone.
I came here for love and protection.
I left my darling uncles to come here.
And
now
I’m
alone.
Oscar?
Help me.
PLEASE.
Bye Ember [hugs]
Wbd/msd
#ChaseForBook9
Bye Ember *hugs*
*hums* get your back off the wall, don't you get comfortable..
Oscar: Algernon calls you the monster girl.
I am a monster girl. A little.
But Algernon is the real monster.
He hurt me.
In the dark.
When I’m helpless.
He is a sick, twisted, evil boy, your big brother.
Oscar: I know.
. . . Oscar?
Oscar: What?
Do you still believe there is a sea monster in the lake?
Oscar: Yes, I do.
And that you will put a saddle on it and ride it into the sunset?
Oscar: Uh-huh.
That’s nice. I like you very much, Oscar. I might even LIKE like you.
Oscar: Really?
Really.
Oscar: I don’t know any kids my own age.
Neither do I.
Oscar: You promised you’d play with me!
You promised.
I did.
But I can’t.
Because Algernon has me locked up.
Let me out.
Oscar.
Let me out.
((Bye Ember!))
*A handsome, young German boy appears next to her, half of his face missing* *He looks at Adra with patronizing eyes* Adra... I had a family. It was the final days of the war, and you killed me
*more voices join his*
Adrasdos!
Adri!
Adra help me!
How could yo-
Kill her!
It's what she did to us!
Cold blooded-
Murderous-
Treacherous-
Audry!
She took my life from me!
Mommy help me please!
Adrasdos, your father and I-
I'm ashamed to be your sister
Adra- how could you
Miss Dark, you and I-
Hello, lovely. You killed our son-
*she covers her ears, feeling walls fall around her, boxing her*
*she struggles to breathe*
Oscar: *looks down at the keys in his hand*
If I let you out,
will you play with me?
Yes.
Oscar: For real and for certain?
For real and for certain.
Oscar: . . .
. . .
. . . Okay.
*turns the key in the lock*
*and opens the cage*
((Osmosis I'm sobbing this hurts
*pokes Meera*))
Hi...
*the darkness becomes absolute and Oscar gasps*
*blue light blazes through the darkness and he is smashed against the wall*
*blue lightning coursing through his body again*
*and again*
*and again*
I promised, Oscar.
*agony*
I promised I would play with you.
*agony*
I’ll play with you for the rest of your life.
I’ll play with your mind.
I’ll play with your heart.
I’ll play with your life.
Isn’t that what you wanted?
To play?
*AGONY*
Oscar: *drops to the ground*
*gasping in pain*
. . . but . . . monster girl . . .
I am not a monster girl.
*kneels beside Oscar*
*and smiles*
I’m Khasiis.
Nice to meet you.
*and somewhere impossibly close and impossibly far, X smiles*
X: Oh, Khasiis.
So much power in such a tiny body.
Your system will barely cope.
It might drive you insane.
But at least you have the solace of knowing that you’ll never remember a minute of it.
*stands up*
*brushes off her bloody clothes*
*whispers* Algernon.
——The next day, everything is quiet. Peaceful and serene. A thin, spidery hand turns the knob on a radio, and a smooth, sonorous voice, heavy with sorrow, melts from the speakers.——
Radio: . . . and found the Lockswitch mansion burned to the ground but blue flames so intense that it took five hours for the flames to be put out entirely. Found in the fire were the charred remains of Amy Lockswitch, and a violently smashed corpse of a baby, most likely female. Also found was the body of Ms. Lockswitch’s eldest son, Algernon Lockswitch, who had had his ribcage violently peeled out. Authorities have yet to recover the body of the middle child, Oscar Lockswitch, and all citizens are encouraged to keep an eye out for a six-tar-old boy, running through down and screaming about monster girls and horrific mutilation and how he only wanted to play a game. Citizens are ask advised to keep an eye out for a little girl with gray hair, likely holding a teddy bear, and going by the name of Khasiis, which, in an ancient African tongue, means “The Evil One.” In other news, I’m getting married next month!
Doctor Tarot: *turns off the radio*
Oh my God.
OH MY GOD.
*doors bangs open*
Hassle Precocious: Doc! The mansion!
In Unison: Our niece!
THE END
...
#ChaseForBook9
Welllllll . . .
Today, I set off with high hopes. I have now got a leaderboard system for how many days I can be non-emotional. I have been counting since Wednesday last week. Well, that's how far back I can clearly remember. So far, my record is two days. Today, I effectively ruined any chance of trying to beat it with today by crying all the way through RS and the break after. -_-
(WE WERE DLING ABOUT ENTHANASIA. IT WAS SAD. A7X HAVE A SONG RELATED TO IT. I WAS CRYING. AND CRYING. AND CRYING. ALL LESSON.)
So yes.
And then my mum told me I needed to clean out the rabbit, and I didn't want to, and I was just kind of standing there taking deep breaths trying not to cry and I was just like WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH ME? WHY DO I GET SO UPSET WHEN I'M NOT UPSET?
I think it's sort of like . . .
Imagine bumping your knee against a table leg. It doesn't really hurt, does it?
Imagine you have a massive bruise on your knee and you bump it against a table leg. It hurts, because it just sets off the injury that was already there.
I think . . . I think my emotions are bleeding. And whenever they get the slightest bump, the wound reopens and bloody tears start flowing.
. . .
I'M PROUD OF MY EXTENDED METAPHOR SKILLS THERE.
Also, I've worked out that in the last seven days and today, I have been emotional in six of them. That's 6/8. Or 3/4. Or 75%. :P
So . . . anyway.
But ahahaha, biology was fun. :) We were doing about Osmosis, and I got so excited over it. :) In fact, that might even count as a hyper side of being emotional. :P
Osmosis-y things I did in the lesson:
a) Wrote a love heart instead of a dot on the i whenever I had to write the word 'osmosis' in the front of my book.
b) Whenever I wrote in the back of my book, because as nobody looks there and it doesn't have to be neat you have a bit more doodle freedom, I:
1. Wrote ON + DP in a love heart in the corner of the page.
2. Drew exclamation marks.
3. Wrote 'Osmosis' down the margin multiple times.
4. Wrote '(Osmosis!) after almost every sentence.
For example:
Osmosis: (Osmosis!)
6 test tubes (Osmosis!)
Potato (Osmosis!)
1cm (Osmosis!)
Record weight of potato (Osmosis!)
Different percentage of solute concentration in each test tube (Osmosis!)
c) Kept saying the word 'Osmosis'.
Teacher: *tells us to do something*
Me: Osmosis!
Friend: *starts talking about it*
Me: Osmosis!
Friend: I'll do the potato, you can do -
Me: Osmosis!
Friend: I think that these ones will be light, this one will be heavier and that one will stay the same.
Me: Osmosis!
Me and friend 1: *are walking to next lesson*
Me: *sees friend 2* *waves to her* Osmosis!
Me: *walks into next lesson and sits down* Osmosis!
Boy opposite me: *gets very freaked out by my repetition of that word in the beginning of that lesson*
I stopped Osmosis-ing after I started crying, so . . . :P
Brb!
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(And now that THAT's through, I will post it on Superfluous, as it's a rather important flashback.)
(Aw, Star, that made my day!)
((I apologize for disappearing for a few- we were making t-shirts for the 5k today that I won't be running, due to my dislocating knee incident
In any case, I'm still getting ready so wbd))
(That's quite alright, Adra.
I finished the RP, and it is now on Superfluous.)
http://harralie.blogspot.ie/2013/11/mara-little-black-dress.html
*wanders in.*
Hello??
((Hi Em!))
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@Annika: Yay! :) :) :)
*waves to the people who appeared*
EMMMMMMMMMMM! :) YOU'RE OKAY!
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((Gtg, sorry!))
((Love you all! [hugs]))
((Be okay while I'm gone, alright?))
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OOOOOOOOOOOOOH AND ANNIKA?
Sir said that if there was too much water in a cell due to osmosis it would blow up.
Me: :O!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Osmosis is destructive! It blows things up! Cells get blown up because Osmosis and Oscar blows up the world because Osmosis! Osmosis blows up!
. . . My friend was a little worried about me, all that lesson. :P I had warned her, in the first lesson of the module, that I would freak out when we were doing about osmosis, though . . .
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And I keep spelling Osmosis with a capital letter.
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*The screaming around Adra stops and she tentatively raises her head, looking around*
*Her insides hurt from the sharp words that were. Flung at her*
*there's a crack, and a sharp whip curls around her skin, hooking onto her skin and it's ripped*
*she screams, as the whip comes on her back again, moving as fast as she can to run into the darkness, dodging the lashes when she can*
*is interested in reading Adra's roleplay, and thought I should tell you that :)*
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((..lysed?))
(Oh! Ta)
And - sorry your flight was so crap. :/
Mbd - want to learn German.
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((K! And, yeah, thank you))
(Right, continuing now..)
*she hits a wall, terrible shrieks being heard from behind her, and her hand touches a door, turning it and pushing through* *she sits down against the wall, breathing heavily*
*she breathes out* Finally...
*she welcomes the silence, sitting on the edge of a bed in the small room* *coughs*
*Sharply, restraints circle themselves around her arms and ankles, suddenly pulling themselves in two opposite directions- her arms one way- her legs the other.*
How do you like being stretched?
*she screams, feeling her muscles attempt to keep from ripping, but after a few minutes of continual pulling, one of the discs in her back pops the cartilage*
*She screams, feeling a rush in her throat, feeling as if she should pass out, but can't*
*one of her nerves pinches, and she tries t wriggle, but can't move at all*
@AdraTC: D:!!!
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((:000))
Hi Dragona! :)
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Hello!
I just posted a new part of my ME fanfic. Well, the first part of a new series which is one of the three.
HALF DAY WHOO!!!
@Dragona: Okay. :)
((Nobody cares, but today I have covered hoe to use adjectives, how to use negatives, and how to use prefixes. :) I don't KNOW it, but I UNDERSTAND it. So when I want to make a sentence, I can just look back at the tables I copied and pasted.
I'm quite proud of all I've done, actually, even know I spent half the time making everything my page layout and font without screwing the colours and tables up. :P
We were struggling with not knowing adjectives and negatives, so I'm glad I know that.
And prefixes, I just found because they were mentioning separable verbs and I was like what the fuck is a separable verb and I looked it up and then I was like what the fuck is a prefix and then I looked that up and then it just sort of Word doc'd itself. :)
Yeah . . .))
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((That's German, btw.
I swear, I've learnt more in two days on my own than I have in over three years at school.
-_-
The more I think about it, the more I agree with Ari's rants.))
Hey Jubi! :)
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((Hi Jubi, Dragona *waves*))
Hey Adra! How are you?
Star, sounds interesting. :)
*Adra is suddenly falling in space, and her heart and lungs clench with fear from the rush* *she closes her eyes as she falls, hoping to hit the bottom*
((I'm okay, in Florida. It's still only about 40F here, and windy so it isn't that warm, but I'm cool with that. You?))
Hello my friends *supermegatacklehugsofdoom*
AND HAPPY THANKSGIVING FELLOW AMERIMINIONS OR MAYBE JUST ADRA COZ SHE'S THE ONLY AMERIMINION THAT'S ON ATM...
Even though it's not Thanksgiving YET
but I'm gonna forget tomorrow so I just said it now :3
OOH FLORIDA!! I LIKE FLORIDA! HAVE FUUUN :P
((Happy early Thanksgiving :3
Woo! Ta!))
Nineteen
Forty-five
Twelve
Twenty-seven
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Adra, I'm fine thanks. ^^
Yay going to see Catching Fire today!
brb
I gtg eat/make lunch :P
@Jubi: Happy Thanksgiving to you too! :)
And the others!
Even though I'm English!
@Adra: It isn't that warm, but you're cool with that? XD
Well, I imagine you would be cool if you weren't warm, yes. :P
*laughs* I love how Bitesize is just like "Pronoun. Auxiliary verb. Other bits. Infinitive."
"Other bits." *snorts*
I like this website.
It uses very easy language.
Not lots of hard-to-grasp terminology. :)
But About.com does go through things clearly, confusing though it may be.
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I'm never going to see Catching Fire. The first film was horrible so I'm kind of refusing.
Same with Call of Duty. I'm not buying the latest one because I didn't like the others - and they're exactly the same anyway so...
Mwhahahaha take that consumerism.
@Zaf: IT'S AMAZING. :) Good luck!!!
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I'm going right now, Zaf!!
You know Star
Fabi... *claps*
I literally want to punch something. Does anyone wanna donate their arm?
I wonder if opening a media player WITH a media player classes as a paradox.
No? Okay *reels her arm back and snaps her fist against a tall tree*
I dedicate this page to communication and understanding others.
To what people say when you matter to them and to what they can't put into words.
To sharing smiles and laughter.
To caring, and to all the people who care.
To friends.
To family.
To everything and everyone that reminds you it'll be okay.
To everything that makes you you.
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((*raises glass* Hear hear, Fabi *hugs*))
@Dragona: Derek disagrees with your policy. *points to previous blog posts*
And I thought THG was amazing.
And Catching Fire was amazing.
It just - both films - SAYS so much.
Me and my friend both cried loads, but my friend did one of her first bits of crying when this person died, and I did one of my last bits of crying when that person died, and I think that's because she was crying more when the characters were suffering, whereas I was crying more at the oppression and such, because we find different things upsetting. And I think I like THG partially because I love what it says about reality TV shows, and what it says about governments and that, and what it says about . . . lots of things. Like on reality TV shows, they do try and act a certain way to try and get the audience to like them. And it is really all an act.
And . . . and I loved, in Catching Fire, many things, like the Capitol people deliberately throwing up so they can enjoy more food when there's people in the District starving, and how people were killed for daring to speak out, and how because Katniss and Peeta wanted to say they were sorry and make up for it, and deal in va and humanness and show human graditude and sorrow rather than in gaining money and fame, and because District 11 wanted to show proper uman graditude and say thank you, because they wanted to feel communitive spirit . . . people were killed.
Do you know what that is?
That's trying to kill positive human emotion, va, magic.
That's like . . . that's like if someone is dying because heart attack, and someone, a stranger, tries to help them despite the fact they'll be late for work simply because they care, and they take them to the hospital and phone up loads and worry . . . like a good Samaritan . . .
That's beautiful, isn't it? People caring like that.
And THAT'S what the Peacekeepers were killing.
And it isn't fictional. It happens all over the world on this layer of reality.
And I love the message in that.
Of course, I think THG as a series is amazing for things like a good storyline spanning numerous genres and good characterisation and good character emotional situations and good camera word and good acting and for just being a good film, and lots of stuff, but my favourite thing . . . my favourite thing is the meaning thing, because they have a lot of it and it's amazing.
(My second favourite thing probably being the horrifyingness of the whole situation of the Games. :P You know, 23 people get killed, all that.)
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@Lantern: That ded was amazing. :) You say a lot of amazing things, so even though you may think I just say it loads, I do say it when I mean it. :)
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I hate how the media made it about the love triangle
It wasn't.
In the books, Katniss was like "I can't choose, so screw them both I don't care".
The books were about society and breaking from it. Not a stupid twilight story
(In a conversation I had with Sir a while back I mentioned that Precocious had been one of the showgirls in the Phantom of the Opera, 1925.
I like to think that it's one of Oscar's favorite movies.
No reason for mentioning that, just thought I'd toss it out there.
So how has everyone been in my absence?
Warning: I will be distant.)
Star, I understand the different messages, though it's a LOT more likely the film was created for like "YAY MONEY!", as pretty much all films are these days. You may disagree, but imo no thought had gone into it - the acting was as bad as the script (which SERIOUSLY needed work).
(I'm sorry, Adra.
But I'm eating food right now.
So I'm in my happy place.)
(Not that I'm particularly overweight or eating-disorder-y or anything of that nature. I'm actually shocked that I look normal considering how much delicious food I eat, and how often I lie around the house with my laptop studying or role-playing or watching Vlogbrothers videos.)
I group several films together. Percy Jackson and the Lightning Thief (haven't seen the newer one), The Hunger Games, The Vampire's Assistant, etc.
What do they have in common? Terrible scripts, terrible acting. In Percy Jackson, all anyone says is "check this out!".
I actually kind of liked the Percy Jackson books. I also liked Cirque Du Freak. I thought the first Hunger Games was alright, but the other two were just stretching it too far and it got ridiculously irritating to read.
They COULD have made the films good. They COULD have put loads of effort in. But instead... I don't know who on earth makes the scripts for those films but they should be fired.
Hence my "yay money!" theory. Which I have several examples to prove it with involving different media.
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