Ohhh, all those lovely Doctor Who stories, all in one place! And look what ELSE arrived in the same box...
Toys! Wonderful, wonderful TOYS!
I was indeed a happy writer.
So what else have I been up to lately? Well, I've been writing, amazingly enough. I have taken two weeks off Book Nine to focus on coming up with new stories for Armageddon-Outta-Here (haw!) which'll be out next summer.
As a sample of what the new stories will feature, we're talking the Dead Men in the Wild West, the story of how Valkyrie met Caelan, a Billy-Ray Sanguine solo adventure, and Skulduggery Pleasant and Gordon Edgley at a horror-themed masquerade ball, set 25 years ago.
Time is tight, deadlines are onrushing, but I'm having FUN, so none of it seems quite like work. And hopefully it never will.
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#ChaseForBook9
(Hello, Anni! How're you this morning?)
*Adra sits up, rubbing her eyes, extremely tired* *She changes her clothes and works on getting rid of her dark circles and looking more presentable*
(Hullo, Adra and Trip!
I am doing well. I'm not sure how long I'll be able to stay, though, or if I'll vanish, so I'm not going to do anything too deep on the Seventh Day of Imminent Death.)
I can agree with that... But still, make sure you get something at some point. And I've got my Lit exam today- that's the class that I spend so much time on, and it's cumulative, so I'm worrying a lot..
(Unless I come back later, I suppose.
*shrugs*)
(It isn't THAT BAD to call it Imminent Death..
(*Hugs if she does suddenly disappear*)
(Why, thank you.
*hugs Adra*)
*Adra looks at how dead her hair looks and disappears into her room for a moment, then comes out with move volume, and her hair is slightly wavy*
Aha I am a genius. *She goes to get cider and waffles*
You'll be fine, really. If it's anything to do with creative writing, you'll go through with flying colours.
#ChaseForBook9
*slowly walks through town*
*across the street*
*almost gets hit by a bus*
*doesn't notice*
*feels the echo-stone in her pocket*
*two more nights*
*and then it's fully charged*
*sighs*
*walkin'*
*walkin'
*walkin'*
. . . If I were Christopher Walken, everything would be better.
Khasiis: I beg your pardon?
. . .
Khasiis: . . .
*bursts out laughing*
*turns a corner*
*and sees her van parked by the curb*
*the laughter dies away*
*looks at it for a moment*
*it's gorgeous*
*glossy black*
*covered in black symbols*
*while she looks a mess, the van looks gorgeous*
*every inch polished*
*every window cleared free of salt*
*reaches out*
*gently wipes off a smudge on the hood*
*eyes get a little wet*
*but blinks the tears away*
It's just . . . just a van.
(I do appreciate that, however, the class is strictly analytical, on a university level. But I'm mostly here to not think about it. But yeah, ta.)
*Adra sits by the window, half way through her cider, and pulls a sweater on, and making sure her bandaged arm is hidden*
*She wrings her hands together*
*opens the doors*
*steps into the back*
*looks around at the dusty blue carpeting*
*the garish triangle-patterened carpeting from the Eighties*
I've always hated that carpeting.
*looks around*
*at the two swivel chair bolted to the floor*
*at the computer terminal*
*at the mini-fridge*
*at the fold-down cot*
*at the moth-eaten teddy bear*
*at the worn-out old pine-scented air freshener dangling from the rearview mirror*
. . .
. . .
. . . I'm going to die,
and I can't take you with me.
*tears well up in eyes*
*clutches the driver's seat*
*and sobs*
*She gets up, grabbing a blanket, and sitting on her porch swing*
*She watches the slight snow, wrapping herself up*
*turns on the satellite radio*
Singer: GETCH YO KICKS ON ROUTE SIXTY SIIIIIIX!
*changes channel*
Singer: BABE YER A SOOONG, YOU MAKE ME WANNA ROLL MY WINDOWS DOWN AND CRUUUUUISE!
*changes channel*
Singer: JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE BELLS, JINGLE ALL THE WAY-HEY! OH WHAT FUN IT IS TO RIDE IN A 57 CHEVROLET!
*turns of radio*
*clutches seat again*
*sobs*
And t-to think when I b-b-bought you in the E-e-eighties the c-c-car dealer didn't even w-w-want you . . .
*wails*
*sits down next to Adra, looks dishevelled and weary*
Hello...
#ChaseForBook9
*sits down heavily on the floor*
What . . . what should I do with it?
Nobody wants it!
*eyes water*
*sobs*
N-n-n-obody likes it! It m-m-might just as well be melted down into scrap! Gone are the days when I would drive to the past with Marty McFly! Gone the days of illegal street-racing with Crazy Frenchman! Gone! Gone! Gone!
*pounds the floor with her fists*
Gone gone gone!
*She smiles brightly* Hello!
..you look tired
*takes a deep breath*
*calms herself*
*and stares wistfully off into the distance*
*as if she's about to have a flashback*
*oh wait*
*here it comes*
*FLASHBACK*
---The interior of the van is sparkling and clean, and completely empty. No chairs, no terminal, no fridge. Only a light on the ceiling, and the same Eighties carpeting. The back doors open, and a woman with a lab-coat, rollarblades hanging around her neck, and ridiculous Eighties hair steps in.---
It's my van!
My very own van!
Whaaaaaaaat!
*claps happily*
I love the carpeting!
I am. You wouldn't believe...
#ChaseForBook9
*She pulls on his arm slightly towards the lab* Well then come inside, where it isn't cold. Let's get you warmed up
Joy to the world i just woke up
*slides behind the wheel*
Okay, alright, so . . .
*tentatively drives the van out of the lot*
Perfect!
I love this thing!
Maybe it shouldn't be electric blue, though.
Maybe it would be better in something more somber. Like black.
. . .
. . . Nah!
*turns on the radio to a blast of Eighties music*
Oh, I love this station. All the latest hits.
(I feel ya.
80s.
Man.)
(Indeed.)
#ChaseForBook9
*She drags him into the lab and goes to her cabinet* hmm...
Are you hungry for anything? Or do you need something to drink?
(Hey Zaf.)
I'm fine. Well, I'm not. 'm tired as a very tired person, and I only have a few minutes to spare, but I'm not cold.
#ChaseForBook9
*MEANWHILE*
*FAR AWAY*
*IN A SWANKY SKYSCRAPER*
Temp: *smacks her gum*
So . . . you wanna join the Evil League of Evil?
Fellow with bell-bottom jeans, a short-cropped denim jacket, a neon-pink t-shirt, and ragged black Eighties hair with a white stripe in it: *nods*
Temp: I dunno . . .
*looks at him skeptically*
Are you evil?
Oscar: Hecks yeah, are you kidding?
Temp: Well, we only accept a certain caliber of super villain.
Oscar: Chillax, woman. I'm perfect for the job.
Temp: Okay . . .
*holds out hand*
Hi, I'm Trish.
Oscar: Hey, I'm Oscar.
Or hungry.
#ChaseForBook9
Well then at least sit down...
*pulls up a chair and sits down* So, what's up with you?
#ChaseForBook9
*She shrugs, pouring herself some more cider and pulling up a chair as well* Not a whole lot..
*MEANWHILE*
*BACK AT THE VAN*
Shout!
Shout!
Let it all out!
These are the things I could do without!
*bobs her head to the music on the radio*
*cruises down the street*
*in her sweet van*
Man, this is the life.
Nothing could go wrong!
*pulls up to a red light*
*next to a corvette*
Crazy Frenchman: Hey, you! Girl vith silly hair! I bet you vish you had ze totally trippy corvette like I've got, eh!
*laughs*
*runs the red-light*
Oh, oh yeah?
Well, I don't know who YOU are, you jerk,
but I'll get me a corvette.
*a face flashes into her mind*
*a beautiful, pale face, with long dark hair*
And I know EXACTLY who to go to.
*laughs maniacally*
(Osmosis bby)
*TEN HOURS LATER*
*thoughtfully admires the symbol painted onto the roof*
*it looks a bit like a tiger*
Thank you, Ms. Sorrows!
*climbs in*
*drives away*
Alright, let me test this out . . .
*taps the ceiling*
*where the symbol is on the outside*
Van: *FOOP*
*POP*
*ZING*
*TWIST*
*SCOOTALOO*
*WHIZZ-BANG*
*turns into a neon blue corvette*
*gasps in shock as the entire seating arrangement changes*
*as well as the dashboard*
Whoa . . .
Trippy . . .
*eyes narrow in scheming glee*
I need more of those . . .
(Damn Anni :3)
(Adra, they're not even on the same continent in this flashback.
*laughs*)
(So)
Let me see . . .
China did me a favor once, but I'm not on the best of terms with her . . . Not since . . .
*stares dramatically into the distance*
. . . THE ACCIDENT.
*returns to normal*
So . . . who do I know that's good with drawing, art, and symbols, but I'm on god terms with . . .
. . .
*opens her cell phone*
*dials*
. . .
. . .
. . .
Phone: Hey, what's up? This is the Wrong Tattoo Parlor.
No, I'm pretty sure it's the right tattoo parlor.
Phone: No, it's the . . . Heeeeeeey! What's up, Doc?
*smiles*
Heeeeeey, Finbar, how's it hangin'?
Finbar: Alright! And yourself?
Just fine. Got a totally triply van today.
Finbar: Whaaaaaaaat! Phone fist bump!
*taps the phone against her fist*
Okay, Finbar, listen I need a favor.
*smirks*
I'm going to trick out this van.
*trippy
*She pulls a blanket off the back of her chair, wrapping it around her shoulders, still sipping her lovely apple cider*
*MEANWHILE*
*AT THE EVIL LEAGUE OF EVIL*
Trish: Hey, check it our, bros! New intern!
*the office block*
*pencil-pushing supervillain, y'know*
*like insurance salesmen and ad campaign managers*
*bursts into applause*
Oscar: *turns pink*
Eh . . . eh heh heh . . .
Trish: *dumps a pile of papers into his arms*
Get to work.
And don't forget to bring me coffee!
Oscar: Oh . . . okay . . .
Trish: *saunters off*
Oscar: *watches her saunter off*
*turns to a nearby villain*
*opens mouth to say something*
Villain: Don't even try, buddy.
*glances wistfully at Trish*
We've all tried, believe me.
(BBY YYYYYY)
(I'm guessing Trip left *waves*)
*MEANWHILE*
*ROLLING OUT OF THE DRIVEWAY OF FINBAR'S TATTOO PARLOR*
Ah, now THAT'S more like it? Twenty-five symbols! I'll never need more than THAT.
*drives along happily*
D-D-D-DON'T STOP!
BELIEEEEEEVIN'!
*there's a car ahead of her*
*that she doesn't see*
*driving on the right side of the road*
*towards her*
American Wife: I TOLD you, dear, we drive on the OTHER side here!
British Husband: Stuff and nonsen- OH BLOODY HELL!
AH!
Couple: AH!
*slams a fist into a symbol*
*turning the van into a giant clear hamster ball*
*that the car hits*
*sending it rolling violently across town*
WHY!
DID!
FINBAR!
INSTALL!
THIS!
ONE!?
(omh)
HELP!
OW!
HELP!
OW!
HELP!
*rolls past two old geezers on a park bench*
Joe: That sure is a big hamster ball, Bob.
Bob: You bet it is, Joe.
HELP!
OW!
HELP!
OW!
*an airplane flies overhead*
Douglas: Martin-
Martin: Shut up!
Douglas: Martin-
Martin: Shut up! I'm the captain!
Douglas: So you constantly remind us, sir, but-
Martin: BUT WHAT!?
Douglas: We're flying over a giant hamster ball.
HELP!
OW!
HELP!
OW!
*drunk guy leaning on a brick wall*
*watches hamster ball roll by*
*dumps out drink and swears to attend Alcoholics Anonymous*
*She gets up to go into her room, lying her things out on her duvet, to change the bandage around her arm*
*MEANWHILE*
Someone: COFFEE!
Oscar: *rushes across the building with coffee*
Somebody Else: COFFEE!
Oscar: *rushes across the building with coffee*
Intercom System: COFFEE!
Oscar: *rushes to elevator*
*travels up nineteen floors*
*down two halls*
*through three doors*
*delivers coffee*
Intercom: CO-FFEE!
Oscar: *gasping for breath*
*staggers to the elevator again*
*MEANWHILE*
*BACK AT THE HAMSTER BALL*
Oh no!
*rollin'*
*rollin'*
*rollin'*
*OMG THERE'S A CLIFF*
Oh NO!
*rollin' towards the cliff*
OH NO!
*almost to the edge*
*almost to the edge*
*ALMOST TO THE EDGE*
*and then the scene ripples and distorts like water*
*and fades away*
*revealing a wrecked and ravaged Precocious staring off into the distance*
*as if she was having a flashback*
*which she was*
*sighs*
Good times. Good times.
(Creys)
*gently rests her hands on the steering wheel*
I . . . I'm going to miss you.
*starts to cry a little*
So much. So much!
*slowly*
*turns the key in the ignition*
Come on.
Let's go for a drive.
*turns on the radio*
*to an old station*
*an old station that still plays hits from the Eighties*
. . . Let us do this thing.
*pulls away from the curb*
*drives off into the sunset*
(*has no feels*
*MEANWHILE*
*AT THE EVIL LEAGUE OF EVIL*
Someone: COFFEE!
Billy-Joe the Intern: *rushes to deliver coffee*
Somebody Else: COFFEE!
Billy-Joe the Intern: *rushes to deliver coffee*
Somebody That I Used to Know: CO-FFEE!
Billy-Joe the Intern: *rushes to deliver coffee*
Intercom: COFFEE!
Billy-Joe the Intern: *rushes to the elevator*
*goes up twenty-one flights to the penthouse*
*opens the door*
*and delivers coffee to a smug-looking Oscar*
Oscar: Why, thank you.
*elevator door opens*
*reveal Trish walking in*
*carrying a clipboard*
*and wearing tight leather as always*
Trish: *winks*
Hey boss.
Oscar: *winks*
Hey Trish.
Intercom: COFFEE!
Billy-Joe the Intern: *hurries into the elevator*
(CREYS)
*She finishes wrapping up her arm, discarding the old ones in the bin*
*She walks back out, and grabs her cider*
(*yawns*
*stretches*
I believe that's enough for now.
*looks disapprovingly at Zafira*
Shame for feeling no feels! Dishonor on you, dishonor on your cow!)
(Aha
no
sad)
(Okay I'm going to be sick... wbd/msd)
*arrives at the HQ of the evil league of evil, walks into the lobby, hands in pockets*
Swanky.
#ChaseForBook9
(Are you okay, Adra?
*looks concerned*)
(Hullo, Trip! Welcome back!)
(Oh how kind omg)
(I'm fine, but I have less than twenty minutes until my Middle East exam and then I'll only have an hour and then it's lit and then oh gods I feel like a football is in my throat)
(*looks bestruck with torment*
I'm so sorry, Adra. I know the feeling.
*pats her on the shoulder*)
*checks out the floor* Glossy.
*looks at a potted plant* Very green. I'm impressed.
#ChaseForBook9
*Adra pulls on a coat and an extra scarf, and pulls out her phone, making a quick phone call*
*She then shuts her phone afterward, tucking it in her pocket, and wringing her hands together again*
*she goes outside, working on scooting some snow to the side*
Billy-Joe: *runs past*
*arms laden with Starbucks lattes*
AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH-
*runs down the hall*
*voice trails away*
HHHHHhhhhhhhhh . . .
*She draws a symbol into the ground after shoveling enough snow aside*
*The ground is freezing, and she wrinkles her nose*
*Calls to the person at the desk* Say you! How do you keep your potted plants so green?
#ChaseForBook9
(For those of you who do not know, the Evil League of Evil is an actual thing, at least in the universe of Doctor Horrible, which is a musical about a super villain who is in love with the super hero's girlfriend. It's very touching.
The point is, you can look up 'Evil League of Evil' and find a bunch of information, stuff, t-shirts, mugs, all sorts of awesomeness.)
(I know, I watched it.)
#ChaseForBook9
Trish: *typing on her computer*
*looks up*
*raises an eyebrow*
. . . Chimera fertilizer*
*looks back at her laptop*
(serious msd)
(I didn't realise it was /that/ evil league of evil though.)
#ChaseForBook9
(*claps Trip on the back*
That makes me very happy, good sir.)
Where could I get my hands on some of that?
#ChaseForBook9
(Really, all I borrowed was the name and the occasional mentioning of the previous kingpin, Bad Horse.)
(okay nevermind. Goodbye.)
Trish: Try sticking your hand up a chimera's-
???: AHEM!
*elevator doors open*
*and a gentleman in sequins*
???: May I help you?
(Goodbye, Adra!)
Yes, I'd like to know where I can get some Chimera fertilizer. I need to make the potted plants in my lobby greener.
#ChaseForBook9
???: Hmm . . .
*strokes chin*
Well, you could try instilling the fear of God into them. That's how a close friend of mine, but the name of Crowley, does it.
That being said, Chimera fertilizer would be easier. You can get it in most of the black markets, I believe. Would you like me to hook you up with some? I know a guy.
*shrugs*
Then again, I know ALL the guys.
*by
Oh yes, most definitely. If it isn't too much trouble.
#ChaseForBook9
???: Perfect, no trouble. That's what I'm here for, after all.
*pulls out a blue-sequinned cell iPhone*
*dials*
Just let me know which cult, sect, evil league, gang, conglomeration, underground city, quilting circle, mad science labs, or Eldritch university you're a member of, and I'll have the League deliver the product to your address. Easy-peasy.
I'm kinda a lone wolf, y'know...
Just, ah... deliver it to this address. It's my secret base on the Isle of Man. *hands him a business card*
#ChaseForBook9
???: *reads the card*
Trip Castalan, hmm?
Aye.
[Please don't know who I am. Please don't know who I am.]
#ChaseForBook9
???: *smiles like a crocodile*
Let me just check my records. You understand.
We don't really like lone wolves here, at the League. That's more of a . . . "hero" thing.
*shudders*
*smiles* Of course.
#ChaseForBook9
???: *smiles*
*departs down a hall*
*an arrow on the wall reads "Filing Rooms"*
(I'm afraid I have to go . . . could we continue another time?)
(Of course.)
#ChaseForBook9
(Bye.)
#ChaseForBook9
(I appear to be back...
Oh gods I'm beginning to freak out Lit's next)
(Damn. No one's here. Okay.
*Swims around in the stream of consciousness* holla holla holla holla hollachameleon )
(I'm not really here, got a LT exam to prepare for on a game >.>)
What up biatches!!
Oh by the way, anyone who was on the Minecraft, whenever you come back on there is presents under a christmas tree. All for you from me :)
Hello [hugs]
#ChaseForBook9
Herrow? Anyone here?
#ChaseForBook9
Hi...
#ChaseForBook9
That was FUN. :)
*has just been reading comments*
*laughing my head off at blue socks (BLUE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!)*
You know how Zaf's been tortured, Niccolò and Adra have gone to hell, numerous people have died . . .
Yeah . . .
Well, apparently the thing that reduces me to tears is Anni being separated from her van. D:
BUT SERIOUSLY.
NOBODY LOVES IT.
AND NOW ANNI'S DYING AND IT'LL BE ALL ALONE.
*is actually crying*
#ChaseForBookNine
[hugs Starrraaaararaararaarararararararararar]
#ChaseForBook9
Herrow! I have returned!
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs Lantern*
Nobody else would care about it, though. D:
#ChaseForBookNine
Hi Trip! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Guess whatttttttttt.
You know my English?
I FINSIHED IT. :)
With two minutes to spare. :)
I WROTE ABOUT 350 WORDS IN FIFTEEN MINUTES.
I'M PROUD OF THAT, DAMMIT. :)
AND IN THE FIRST FORTY-FIVE MINUTES I WROTE ABOUT 950 WORDS.
YAAAAAAAAAY!
I WROTE ABOUT 1350 WORDS IN AN HOUR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
(Considering the most I managed previously was just under 1000 in an hour . . . I'm proud. :))
#ChaseForBookNine
Hi Trip
It's a cool car. I'm sure it would find someone. Or someone would find it. Or idk.
I keep getting scared of all those email addresses..... What is wrong with me? D:
#ChaseForBook9
Congratulations!
#ChaseForBook9
what up peeps
Oh my GOSH, you should have seen my handwriting though.
It was ATROCIOUS!!!
I mean, normally it's messy and hard to read, but this . . . XD It was terrible.
I was writing so FAST. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*hugs Fabi* :(
Ah, that reminds me, I need to watch your link. :)
Hey Em! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hey Em.
#ChaseForBook9
No....another video
Hey Zaf.
#ChaseForBook9
Hi Em!
#ChaseForBook9
Hi Zaf.
#ChaseForBook9
WHY PEOPLE MAKING ME CRY TODAY. D:
#ChaseForBookNine
Hi msd ugh....
[hugs Starararrararar]
#ChaseForBook9
Meh. Hai Everyone (still not really here)
Hey Chione.
#ChaseForBook9
"And each stripe of the rainbow is a different color, and they're all beautiful in their own way, but they're more beautiful together, like friends."
<3
#ChaseForBookNine
Chiiiiiii [hugs]
#ChaseForBook9
Sorry, let me correct that.
"And every stripe of the rainbow is a different color, and they're each beautiful in its own way. And they're the most beautiful together, like friends."
:)
LANTERN I LOVE YOU.
Hey Chi!
#ChaseForBooknine
*whistles a funky tune*
#ChaseForBook9
[hugs Star]
[cries]
#ChaseForBook9
*hugs Lantern* :) :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Plus, my finger worked at the library today. :)
. . . Because we have a fingerprint system to pay for things like meals.
And my finger didn't work in the dining hall on Monday, Tuesday or today, and it didn't work at the library yesterday (I think it was yesterday), and it rarely works, because it has ink on it. And when I remember, I'm often desperately licking it and rubbing it to try and get the ink off, but it's a rare occasion when my right index finger does not have at least some ink on it.
But at the library today, it worked. :)
Fun.
#ChaseForBookNine
:-)
#ChaseForBook9
I think today might be an emotional day . . .
Well, the end of today.
Huh. Haven't been emotional in ages.
I wish I could say I'd missed it.
#ChaseForBookNine
My irl friend has this thing were she can't stop shaking, and my other friend looked up symptoms for panic attacks on her phone and read out this great long list, and my friend had most of them during her shaky spells, so we've worked out she suffers from panic attacks . . . :/
#ChaseForBookNine
"You should go," Rook decides, gesturing to the door.
"Okay then. Nice meeting you." Liz considers thanking him, but decides against it. It's not like she wanted to be rescued.
"We've met before, actually." Rook bites the inside of his lip. Why did he say that?
"Really?" Liz turns and scans his face curiously, trying to remember.
"You won't recall it," Rook says quickly. "I only remember because I remember everything. I asked you about the energy-throwing section in the library?"
"Oh..." Liz is almost certain that's a lie, but she leaves it. "Fine then. Nice re-meeting you."
And with that, she vanishes.
#ChaseForBook9
:-/
#ChaseForBook9
I JUST WROTE ALL THE UNDERNEATH OUT BY HEART, SO THERE WILL BE SOME MISTAKES, BUT /HEY/. I didn't specifically try to memorise it and I haven't heard it in a few days, so I'm just like O_O
The whole world is my enemy
And I'm a walking target
Two times the devil with all the significance
Dragged and raped for the love of a mob
I can't stay - because I can't be stopped
Eat motherfuckers alive who cross us
You know we're all tired of the same old bosses
Let me tell you how it's gonna be
I'm gonna kill everyone who steps up in front of me
Welcome to the same old fucking scam
Same old shit in a dead fad
Everybody wants to be so hard
Are you real or a second-rate sports cards?
They all lost their dad, or their wife just died, or they never got to go outside -
SHUT UP
Nobody gives a fuck
It doesn't change the fact that you suck!
(We are)
The anti-cancer
(We are)
The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are)
Bipolar gods
(We are)
You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore
Now I'm not pretty, and I'm not cool
But I'm fat and I'm ugly and proud, so fuck you
Standing out is the new pretension
Streamline the sickness, hard fast aggression
You've got to see it to believe it, we all got conned
All those sacred mediocre cows we spurned
Put your trust in the mission
We will not regret this, it's our religion
(We are)
The anti-cancer
(We are)
The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are)
Bipolar gods
(We are)
You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore
I am hated
You are hated
We are hated
Everything sucks and I can prove it
Everybody dies, shuffle on, remove it
*something something* indispensible
I'm the paradise deity vessel
*maybe something else, I don't know*
Don't you know you're breaking down
You'll be rotten by the time you're underground!
Fuck you
(We are)
The anti-cancer
(We are)
The only answer
Stripped down, we want you dead
But what's inside of me, you'll never know
(We are)
Bipolar gods
(We are)
You know what we are
My life was always shit
And I don't think I need this anymore
(We are)
The source of conscience
(We are)
Distorted sentients
There's only one thing left
And I can't leave until it's sated
(We are)
The absolute
(We are)
Controlling you
They're closing in, I can't escape
I am hated!
#ChaseForBookNine
@Lantern: *watching roleplay*
YOur roleplays are always really complex; it's interesting. :)
GOSH, HALF OUR TEACHERS CAN'T USE GRAMMER CORRECTLY. I JUST GO DOWN THROUGH THEIR SHEETS CORRECTING AND MAKING EVERYTHING FLOW RIGHT (like, changing commas into semi-colons and adding commas), AND ARGHHHHHHHHH.
My RS teacher is just like:
However this this this is this this this, this this this.
And I go:
However, this this this is this this this; this this this.
And one time it was like:
However this this this is this this this, this this this, this this this.
And I added two semi-colons and then I was like hmmm because that was a bit jerky and I was debating whether or not to add a full stop in . . .
But anyway. :)
It irritates me.
#ChaseFOrBookNine
And also, it's just like:
This is a fact about the heading. This is a fact about the heading. This is a fact about the heading.
And I think it could be mad to be a LITTLE more linked up . . . ?
Like - This is a fact about the heading. To compliment that, this fact about the heading also exists. If they wanted, they could use this fact about the topic.
As stated, she uses 'However' rather a lot, but still . . .
I know I'm being really nit-picking here, but . . . :P
I get angry about things like worksheets, because you know, they're sort of officaly document things. Almost.
[Nods]
I can see why that would be annoying.
#ChaseForBook9
It's because she TALKS like However this this this is this this this, this this this.
I know I do that as well, like I talk like this, like with a comma between everything, it's not as flow-y as I write like . . . But I don't like my writing to use commas as connectives or to add more information about the sentence. :P
That's for a semi-colon to do; it just adds things on nicely.
And it's a slightly longer pause then a comma, and it sort of hitches . . . my voice sort of moves up (I was going to say 'twerk', but Miley Cyrus has tainted that word. Grrrr) and pauses for a second, whereas with a comma, my voice is going normally and it drags to a small stop. It's kind of like - a comma is me jumping over a little boulder, and a semi-colon is me climbing over a stile.
Yes?
They sound different.
And on official-ish things like worksheets, an excess of small boulders is annoying, it drags on too long.
*points to previous sentence* That's what I mean.
And on official-ish things like worksheets, an excess of small boulders is annoying; it drags on too long.
#ChaseFOrBookNine
You know, when we were reading in French today (in French, obviously), Miss was telling this boy to read with intonation and stuff, and he was saying "I can't even read like that in English, let alone French!"
And it made me think of other people I know, quite a few.
And they DON'T read English like that.
They just sort of read it all on a level with every word pronounced on its own, like they're jumping from step to step, rather than gliding past on ice skates.
And the obvious thought is - how the HELL are people meant to manage in French when they can't manage in English?
And the other thought is - this country is crap, it really is.
My rockclimbing instructor has a Russian girlfriend, and he says he's been to Russian schools, and they have a blackboard and chalk, and old-fashioned wooden desks where you lift the top up, and plain undecorative walls. And he says that the kids there are so eager to learn and they try really hard, whereas here, we have fancy Smart boards and all this technology, and the kids can't spell. And he's saying - aren't we doing something wrong here?
Also . . . he says his girlfriend had to do this English Language test to be able to teach in English or study in England or something like that, and he said he took a look at it, and it was SO hard; he couldn't do any of it. And then he gave it to his friend who was an English teacher, and SHE couldn't do it either, and he was saying - that's not judging someone's ability to speak in English.
#ChaseForBookNine
Guys!
Good news! I MADE IT
I made it!!!
And we got our essays back and my teacher wrote "Noelle, this essay proves what we talked about with staying in honours lit". And I got a 93.
Highest grades are usually 86...
And I nearly screamed. He was PROUD of my work! I nailed it and that gave me confidence for the exam and I think I did really well on that!
I'm just so happy!!!
*hugs Adra* YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY! :) :) :) *hugs hugs hugs*
I don't care if I get first, because I'd rather comment saying yay and get it . . . :P
#ChaseForBookNine
I DEDICATE TO ADRA DOING YAY AND BEING HAPPY. :)
I also dedicate to Lantern and her video deds. https://www.youtube.com/user/FabisVideoDeds/videos
And I dedicate to roleplay. :) For being amazing.
#ChaseForBookNine
Gtg, dinner. :(
#ChaseForBookNine
Okay Star *hugs* Thank you for the ded
Okay how the hell did I get 600
[hugs Starararar] Thank you.
Congratulations, Adra! :-)
#ChaseForBook9
I told you Adra! What did I tell you? Did I not tell you? Congratulations!
Huzzahs are in order!
Huzzah!
#ChaseForBook9
IT STANDS FOR SAGE????
(Thank you!!)
Trip! That you did tell me. *hugs*
*hugs*
#ChaseForBook9
So what are you crazy cats up to?
Soooo much levelling to do...mehhhhhhhhhh I've only levelled twice in 3 hours ;_; I'm so gonna lose...
Not even twice actually!
I don't know Adra.
#ChaseForBook9
Hello Chione!
#ChaseForBook9
Levelled, Chi? Also, hi!
And you don't know??
Hmm.
*roasts marshmallows* Join the cult
I like cults.
#ChaseForBook9
Marshmallow cults are the best
*She throws a marshmallow at him*
My name? It stands for a lot of things, tbh. Mostly the fact that I don't want to limit myself to a name that only suits me in certain moods. That's what it stands for. [Nods]
#ChaseForBook9
*catches marshmellows, offers to Fabi* Want on?
#ChaseForBook9
I see... Interesting.
*She takes a tentative bite out of her marshmallow, and makes a tiny snowman to sit next to*
Such company I have. Thank you snowman.
No thank you...
#ChaseForBook9
Very well then. *stabs three marshmellows with a sword, sits by Adra and begins to roast the marshmellows* Yay! Cult! Should we chant something?
#ChaseForBook9
...
*looks at the sword*
What
Nevermind. I don't know. But we need a sacrifice.
*She picks up the snowman*
I apologize. Forgive me.
*She tosses it into the flames*
@Lantern: I know exactly what you mean. :) ABout the name, I mean. I love the fact you have a simple name you can adapt. :) It's brilliant.
And people do have so many aspects and layers to them - the thing I like the least about SP (and there are very few things I dislike. In fact, this is the only one I can think of) is the way it suggests you can someone someone up in one name.
Because you can't.
And have you noticed . . . when Bloglandians take names, they often get the urge to change it.
As people grow, they feel it no longer fits them, because they are a different person.
Or they just realise ways in which it doesn't fit.
It rarely works foREVer like in SP. :)
And that would be y only complaint with the series, because you know, awesomeness. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
[Begins building a marshmallow igloo]
#ChaseForBook9
Wb Star!
@Adra: Oh, I've been here a while. :P But I wasn't commenting, coz I need to do stuff.
DAMMMMMMMMN I LOVE DISTURBED. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gcWSgjneRZk&list=PLTslNdjmKxFtyDjXNSMNesm8F-RgBg0Av
#ChaseForBookNine
My fav is Indestructible
*She catches her marshmallow on fire* *She blows the fire out and crunches on it* *Laughs*
And now to PE....
Sorry, I had to unload the dishwasher.
#ChaseForBook9
Heya, crazy people.
Wb/ hello friends! *hugs*
Hey Saph!
#ChaseForBook9
@Adra: Indestructible isn't actually one of my favourites . . . :) Although the album is amazing.
HEY SAPH!
*wonders whether to say hi to Zaf or not, seeing as how I don't think she's here* Well, even if you're not here, hi Zaf! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*She eats another marshmallow and slides down into the snow, eating it happily, one of the happiest she's been in days*
*waves to everyone who said hi to me and suns herself on the beach*
(I just saw your comment about snow, Adra. I don't think our characters are nearby XD)
Adra's finally happy!!! :)
TADRA. <3
#ChaseForBookNine
(Oh :3)
[waves]
[hugs]
#ChaseForBook9
(I didn't even realise it was an RP XD)
#ChaseForBook9
(Apparently it is...?)
*She eats another marshmallow*
('Cause technically in the rp, I'm still at the Evil League of Evil.)
#ChaseForBook9
Tadra <3 <3 <3
Technically in the RP, I'm off drowning somewhere XD
(Ah.. I would suggest that this take place like a flashback, ie: something that happened a few weeks ago or yesterday, but I'm getting the feeling that ja might not be up for it, so yep...)
Wellllllllllll I'm going sledding. *She goes to find a sled*
Okay...
#ChaseForBook9
*Sits at the top of a hill, looking down far below*
*She takes a deep breath*
I'm going to crash..
I'm too sleepy to really do anything...
Why does it have to make chronological sense? *shrugs*
Sorry
I keep saying this but
DISTURBED ARE AMAZING
#ChaseForBookNine
(Why are you awake, Saph?? Isn't it early anyway???)
you'll be fine.
#ChaseForBook9
Good luck Adra! Last time I went sledding, I crashed into a ski jump and almost broke my leg XD
Disturbed are amazing!
Adra; It's 8.09, so not really :)
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