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gibber.
Work is progressing. December and most of January was taken up with short stories. I still have to edit them. I'll have to do that soon, over the next few days... But I'm also back on the book. Writing away. Skipping chunks and writing important bits. I'm on the final confrontation now, making sure everything fits together. Even though there is a lot more writing to do, loads of gaps to fill in and storylines to link up, I am TECHNICALLY writing the end of the book at the moment. Will I finally get to find out how it ends? Or will I leave that blank also, to be finished off when everything else is complete?
I don't know. I really don't.
I have, maybe, another month of writing ahead of me before the first draft is done. Every morning I wake up, lie in bed for an hour (yes, it is good to be a writer) and think about the sequence I need to write that day. Then I'm up and writing. There is very little time to think about other things, such as writing blogs or tweeting, and I know you understand that, but I do want to thank you all for your patience. I don't like being silent for this long — but soon, I won't have to be.
Soon.
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First: What EXACTLY is a hobbit? I've heard of them and apparently they're small, and they're on LotR... OH WAIT. I get it now. Isenguard is a place. In LotR.
Wait. Am I right?
You know my picture? Hobbit.
#ChaseForBook9
Me and my friend having a conversation about sync-kill moves (AKA Finishing Moves) across various games:
Friend: The Elite on HALO kicks you in the face, that's pretty annoying.
Me: Imagine how my Quarian Engineer feels, then.
Friend: Why?
Me: He got lifted up by a frigging Banshee and had its hand pushed through his stomach. I think that's a little worse than being kicked in the head.
HOBIIITTTTTT
NO. OH DEAR GOD NO.
MY HEAD. MY BRIAN. WHY?!
I JUST THOUGHT OF THE HOBBIT THONG.... NOOOOOOOO
Snow... seriously? Hobbit Thong? Why would anyone... what the...
My favourite websites (not in order) are probably -
Blogger
Gmail
YouTube
WordReference.com
DarkLyrics.com
Psych Central
Wikipedia
and I think you could deduce quite a lot from that.
You could note the social networking website and the email at the top and work out I like to talk to people online, but also note that I'm a bit of an antisocial weirdo person because I don't have the typical ones of FaceBook, Twitter, Tumblr, Instagram etc.
You could look at Wikipedia, this very common information-giving website that isn't 100% accurate, and work out that I am quite a trusting person and am also rather lazy - too lazy to find reliable ones.
You could look at wordreference.com and work out that I find the many ways in which we use language interesting.
You can look at DarkLyrics.com and accurately conclude that I like metal, and from that you could work out a lot of things in itself.
You could look at Psych Central and work out that I get interested by that stuff, or just by stuff, and I do get interested by stuff. Or, actually, you could just go on it and find out they have rather good questionnaires. :P
You could work out that I like writing and reading by the fact Blogger is there and I have a blog, and from that, you could deduce lots of things.
You see? :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*shudders* it's from nev's miss spelling streek... I... I will never forget... help...
My favourite websites:
Blogger.
Bioware Forums.
Bioware Store.
Steam Workshop.
In Dragon Quest IX you fall from heaven after your mentor gets killed by black laser beams and lose your wings and halo, not to mention lose you're memory and getting followed around by an annoying fairy.
#ChaseForBook9
@Dragona: I blame Nevyar. -_-
And - yup. :) Isenguard is a place in LOTR. And there's also a song made on YouTube that mostly consists of the words "They're taking the hobbits to Isenguard!"
(The hobbits the hobbits the hobbits TO ISENGUARD! TO ISENGUARD!)
#ChaseForBookNine
@Dragona: *nods*
I'm not going to start deducing, though . . . I keep deductions about people to myself, mostly. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Mine are... :
Blogger
Quotev
Youtube
Gmail
and that's really all... I dont use many sites.
Here but msd
(Gaurd g-g-gaurd!)
#ChaseForBook9
I think I may die of boredom today...
this is what is have (our day is divided into six lessons):
Home room
geography
geography
recess
science
science
lunch
math
math
home.
fun day, right?
Could be worse.
You could be learning to eat cow dung.
#ChaseForBook9
@Trip true... but thats not a lesson at my school
OH!! HELLP ADRA!
@Snow: Maths can be fun if you sit with your friends, and science is interesting, and I don't take geography so don't even ask me (it depends on the teacher, that, I guess. Sometimes it's boring and sometimes it's ace), and yeahhhh . . . :P
Double periods, however, suck. -_-
I don't like Thursdays . . . I have maths, IT, games, science and French.
I mean, science is good, but I have that every day so it doesn't count, and French is good, but maths and IT and games are all bad, so . . . :P
@Snow: :) *nods*
And you can deduce things from that as well. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*HELLO
HEY TRIP
I just want you to know that it is killing me to write Adra and she is so sad because Trip isn't with her and thIS NEEDS TO END I DON'T KNOW WHY THIS HAPPENED
Hey Adra! :)
I sat next to C in maths last year, and it was awesome . . . :)
I sit next to her this year in science. It rocks. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hey Adra.
#ChaseForBook9
Tadra!!!!!!!!!!! :) <3
#ChaseForBookNine
The Tadra feels... they is broken.
http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hoVe-wKmaBQ/UuwBJldNIPI/AAAAAAAAAu4/NVxSddITSnQ/s1600/EUROPEAN+FLEET.png
That's the graphic I created. :)
Hey Trip
I blame myself, though...
And I'm staying at my friend's house tonight. On a school night. I'm cool
Yes! Hello!
That picture...
#ChaseForBook9
@Adra: :/
#ChaseForBookNine
I can't grab the link on my phone, Dragona :/ sorry
":/", Star?
Aww. It was just me trying to photoshop a signature to put at the bottom of blog posts. ^^
G2g. Apparently I have jobs to do before school... even though I normally do them after. Bye
Hai Tadra! Yes I am now greeting you both as Tadra because Tadra feels
Bye Snow.
#ChaseForBook9
Ah- I'll try later, then.
Bye Snow
-So much to do-
Of ffs if I'm staying at her house then that means I have to PACK and stuff
*Drew began to thread a needle as he sat in a cave. That damn Chase. He should have never even got a cut let alone nearly cutting off his whole arm.
He winced as he started to stitch up his wound. He counted about 20 stitches and started to wrap a bandage around his stitches.*
Drew: Damn fucking light Guardian. Damn him and his fucking family.
I'll make sure she won't even love that prick again!
Crimson: What are you doing in my cave, Mr. Swearypants?
#ChaseForBook9
Oh god. Not again.
*goes on a vendetta against Skyrim*
Slipping down a slide
I did enjoy the ride
Don't know what to decide
You lied to me
You looked me in the eye
It took me by surprise
Now are you gratified
You cried to me
La, la, la, la, la
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
When I was feeling down
You'd start to hang around
And then I found your hands all over me
And that was out of bounds
You filthy rotten hound
It's badder than it sounds, believe me
La, la, la, la, la
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
Hey, you gotta get over it
Hey, you gotta get over it
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
Don't turn around
I'm sick and I'm tired of your face
Don't make this worse
You've already gone and got me mad
It's too bad I'm not sad
It's casting over
It's just one of those things
You'll have to get over it
You'll have to get over it
Oh! Is this happening now? Cool.
*Don't mind me, I'm in a strange mood and will probably annoy people so, lmao*
-
*She wakes up with a yawn, not rememberig anything* *Picks up her phone and heads to her mirror, pulling the bandages from her arm and shoulder, taking a peek at where her flesh was ripped through, and winces*
*Her headache is huge*
*Looks at her phone, which is all but taunting her*
*She shakes her head*
I did it for her. Because I would want the same. *Nods*
I feel, Dragona
Hey mars
*Hollow Falls is a dismal town.
Light drips sickeningly sweet down the broken-down old buildings, scalding the bricks with heat from the vicious desert sun. Old gas stations sit like abandoned play-sets on the dusty plains, and the Interstate curves around the town, as though desperate to avoid the sickly stench that draws flies to every corner of the dusty little hamlet, buzzing around uncovered trash cans and taping against greasy windowpanes.*
*a black van rolls into town*
*the driver’s side door pops open*
*and Precocious steps out*
(Hullo, Blogland.)
I give up. I'll stop trying to add Mass Effect characters into Skyrim.
The first time it made all the followers silent, because I tried to make a Quarian with a Quarian voice.
Now when I tried to make Harbinger (having downloaded all the textures etc)... now EVERYONE spoke like him.
EVEN THE GOD DAMN CHICKENS.
And, if you want to know what he sounds like:
http://maqeurious.deviantart.com/art/Mass-Effect-2-Harbinger-Soundboard-303507604
IMAGINE EVERYONE IN SKYRIM SPEAKING LIKE THAT AT THE SAME TIME, AND CHICKENS GOING "YOU EXIST BECAUSE WE ALLOW IT, AND YOU WILL DIE BECAUSE WE DEMAND IT". THAT ISN'T EVEN A FLAMING HARBINGER QUOTE THAT'S SOVEREIGN.
I. Give. Up. God. Damn. Frigging. Harbinger-Chickens.
Helloooooo
Listening to Avril Lavigne and doing homework so distant idk
I have a lot on my mind rn and it's just uggghhhhHhhhHhHHHHHhhh nO
Well, at least it's clear who would win in a fight. The residents of Skyrim or a Reaper.
The Reaper would indoctrinate everyone. EVEN the chickens.
The end.
Hello, Annika
*elsewhere, two planes fly into an airport*
*an albino gets out of one, a pretty-boy out of the other*
*they bump into each other in the middle of the terminal*
*and shout questions*
*they receive no answers back*
*about why Precocious won’t answer her cell phone*
*and where she is now*
*she walks down the dusty street*
*like a scene out of an old-Western movie*
Hullo?
*no reply*
*all the buildings are empty*
*abandoned*
*and the lights are off*
*walks down the street*
*peering in every window*
*and every open door*
*beginning to sweat from the intense heat outside*
*notices a shop*
*with faceless mannequins in the windows*
*and defunct neon that spells out NADINE ALLIPHERE’S BOUTIQUE FOR GIRLS in dull gray letters*
*walks past it*
*hears a sizzle*
*turns around slowly*
*the sign has lit up*
*but only a few letters are now picked out in bright red neon*
Neon Sign: nadINe allioHERE’s boutique for GIRLs
*swallows grimly*
*her throat feels very dry*
*enters the boutique*
OMG Dragona :)
That's okay Mars, we understand. Good luck, I'm in the same boat.
Herrow arrivals.
#ChaseForBook9
Harbinger Chickens should not exist. Neither should Harbinger Children. There were some little kids running around playing tig (or tag if you're American) going, "WE ARE HARBINGERS OF YOUR PERFECTION".
I HAVE NEVER BEEN SO DISTURBED IN MY LIFE. ESPECIALLY WHEN A BUNNY RABBIT SNEAKING UP ON ME AND MAKING ME JUMP WITH "ASSUMING DIRECT CONTROL".
HE WAS A SKATER BOY
SHE SAID SEE YA LATER BOY
oh my god harralie idea
i haven't actually done any harralie in a while have i hmmm
*hugs Adra*
*A part of her itches to go see him*
*To his him*
*Tackle him*
*Be with him*
*She sighs, a tug at her heart again*
*Wonders if he saw the note she left on the bar door*
NO NOT THE BUTTERFLIES TOO. EVIL BUTTERFLIES.
*dusty and discarded clothes lie everywhere*
*most of them lacy and frilly*
*strides through the racks*
*stepping over some crumpled mannequins*
*towards the elevator at the back of the shop*
*steps in*
*and the doors close behind her*
Smarmy Elevator Voice: Going down.
*steps out into a hallway*
*a long, dark hallway*
*so dark that she can’t see the end of it*
*takes a deep breath*
*her heart pounding like a rabbit’s*
. . . Hullo?
. . .
*then a voice from the darkness*
*a high, hiccuping voice*
*interspersed with drooling gulps*
Hassle: Weeeeell, look who’s sorry ass decided to show up.
Just don't go all The Shining on us, Derek! :P
I can't decide whether I can or can't wait for Book 9, I don't want it to be oooover!
Annika, DON'T MENTION RABBITS. THEY'LL FIND YOU.
*watching watching WATCHING YOU ALLLLLLLLL* :) :) :)
If this place is the reason I have no life, then screw lives, because this place is better. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
I'm watching everyone, by the way
Hassle: *slurping*
I have been WAITING
ALONE
in this STUPID LITTLE TOWN
with only your sumptuous groom for comp-comp-company.
I’m BOOOOOORED, niece. BORED.
I’m SO bored that I’ve spent the lasht two and a half HOURS lurking in the dark, waiting for you to come so I can do thiiiiis . . .
*steps dramatically out of the shadows*
Ta-da!
*spins on the spot*
Drama drama Lady Gaga!
*he’s tall*
*and thin, almost emaciated*
*his hair is white*
*his teeth are yellow*
*and his eyes are darker than sin*
*for some reason, he smells like blood and lemon wedges*
*recognizes his face*
*can’t hold back a gasp*
*and takes a step back*
It . . . it IS you . . .
Hassle: *stops dancing*
*gives her a judgmental look*
Of couuuuurse it’s me. Who else would it BE?
*a ribbon of drool drips from the corner of his mouth, down his shirt*
. . . Part of me didn’t want to believe it. Part of me thought it wouldn’t be true.
I remember you!
*Doctor Tarot’s peeled-apart body flashes into her mind*
I don’t remember much, but I remember you. I remember what you did to Doctor Tarot.
Hassle: WHAT YYYYOU DID TO DOCTOR TAROT!
*red in the face*
*and twitching violently*
It was YoUr fault, YoUr YoUr YoUr fault, what happened to him.
Killing, killing,
burning and murdering EVERYTHING, little girl little girl!
Tarot wanted to H-h-H-help you, he was on the SIDE of the destruction!
*whimpers piteously*
I HAD to kill him,
had to break break BREAK him, for wanting to help youuuu.
Had to split you, split you.
You come in twos,
you come in twos,
you and you,
kill your double.
Khasiis and you, my babies, my babies!
I should have been WELCOMED.
Welcomed as a hee-row!
I'm uninstalling Skyrim now.
Harbinger-Chickens disturb me.
*She musters up the courage to call him*
*Dials Trip's number and waits*
*Halfway through the ring, she realizes that he won't have her new number in his contacts*
*Sighs*
Where is he?
*shouting now*
Where is my Oscar!?
Hassle: Awh, isn’t this cute.
Pretty little Oscar, damsel in distress,
brave little schoolgirl wants to go and s-a-v-e him, how sweet.
Bet he doesn’t know, no, be he doesn’t know!
*something tightens around her legs*
*and she shrieks as she’s slammed against the wall*
*shadows curl around her*
*keeping her pressed there, facing Hassle, by sheer force*
Hassle: *stands in front of her and grins like a schoolboy with an ice cream cone*
Bet he DOESN’T know that he’s the helpless little girl in the wheelchair,
*rocks back and forth on his heels*
and I’M the bombs falling from the sky,
*drool dripping from his lips*
and this time, Hershel Coin won’t be a little d-bag and will come to save his lady love, how sweet, how delectably charming!
You l-o-v-e him, little NEICE,
but I’ve learns to luuuuv him too, and I don’t want him to go-ho-ho! *chokes back a fake sob*
*gasping for breath*
*shadows constricting around her throat*
Let . . . him . . .
Hassle: Go?
How ‘bout no.
Ehhehehehehehheheheheheh.
I’ll miiiiiss him! Oh, I’ll miss him so!
*gets much closer to Precocious*
*she can feel his wet breath on her neck*
I never had A-N-Y thing against Oz.
It was all for YOU, to draw the pain our for YOU.
I can only hurt you so m-u-c-h, but the minute I lay my hands on that burned-out supervillain, I’ve got you on a puppet string! Ehehheheheheh.
*struggling to reach her coat pocket*
*Trip is flicking though reports, nothing higher than an S. He is perfectly calm, but in an over sweet kind of way. It feels almost claistophobic.*
#ChaseForBook9
*explodes
*She waits*
*no answer*
God DAMN.
*Ends the calm button as there's another sharp twinge in her side, near her ribs and she holds it, glaring at the bump*
*Sighs*
Hassle: I have two choices now. Twoooo.
I can hurt you like-
*coughs violently*
I can hurt you like Oz hurt you . . .
*a silver knife glitters in his fist*
*and she bites her lip to stop herself from screaming as he trails it down her leg*
*the blade is sizzling hot*
OR . . .
*a yellowed grin on his face*
*and he presses up against Precocious*
I can hurt you like his big brother Algernon hurt you.
Would you like that?
Yeah, I bet you WOULD like that . . .
*reaches into her pocket*
*pulls out a Glock*
*presses it to his stomach and fires*
*call
Not calm
*He chews a leaf of Scourgeweed, trying to calm himself down, not to think of what happened only days ago*
#ChaseForBook9
Tadra NOOOOOOOOOO. D:
@Annika: *bursts out laughing* OH MY GOSH THAT'S ACE. XD
#ChaseForBookNine
*CLICK*
Hassle: *doubles over with laughter*
EHEHHHEHEHEHHEHEHEH!
*wrenches the gun from her grip*
*strolls away from her*
*examining it*
Mortal tech! BAH!
You pitifully wretched excuse for a sorcerer! I was right! You’ve got no magic! Hah!
And what’s worse, you’re c-l-u-e-l-e-s-s. That spells CLUELESS.
*holds up the gun*
You’ve got to disengage the safety. Idiot!
*laughs*
*tosses the gun aside*
*it clatters onto the floor a distance away*
I cannot believe you came here without magic!
How pathetic, the heights and depths you will rise and sink to for this stupid infatuation with that pathetic obsessive-compulsive!
IT’S SHAMEFUL.
*he breaks off*
*and bends double*
*making horribly guttural slurping noises*
*when he straightens up again he’s still drooling*
*blood and mucus mixed with the drool*
You would have been SO SAFE if you just stayed the way you always were!
Useless
pathetic
lying
cowardly
bitch!
If you had been a cow-aaard, I could not have CAUGHT you,
you can’t catch someone who runs from their own shadow!
HAH!
So I thinks to myself, I thinks: “How to make a coward run headlong into danger?” And the answer: CLEAR AS CRYSTAL!
What can they fail
to live
without.
Take that, and their lives are yours for the taking! Oh joy!
*claps hands*
Oh joy!
*She sighs, wishing he would answer*
*She'll try again later*
*Half wants to just-*
*Stops*
...
*She could just sneak into the Scottish Sanctuary*
*Frowns*
*Injuries look suspicious*
Does anyone here using Bing? Because I don't. Well, the only time I do is to annoy Bing by searching for Google. Mwhahahaha.
@Dragona: Ditto.
@Annika: OH FUCK. -_- I was afraid something like that would happen. :/
@Adra: :'(
Poor Adra.
#ChaseForBookNIne
*:P
#ChaseForBookNine
That's brilliant, Dragona
*the shadows release her*
*and she slowly slides down the wall*
*ready to vomit*
*her eyes swimming with con controllable tears of pain and rage and suffering*
Why . . . me . . .
What did I . . . do . . .
Hassle: *whispers*
Think
Think
Think I can forgive you for what you did to me?
Casting me into the darkness? The eternal void?
For 500 YEARS I rotted!
IT’S ENOUGH TO DRIVE YOU MAD!
Empty
Endless
Cold and unforgiving
Desolate
Desperate
Darkness.
But . . .
*coughs*
*a little blood drips on her chest*
*whispers* But it wasn’t nothingness. You weren’t alone.
Hassle: *hisses* Nothingness
void
emptiness
unsurvivable wasteland!
*whispers* But you weren’t alone.
I feel evil doing it and it's very fun.
(To be honest, Google sucks as well.
*shrugs*
But I still use it.)
(All of them suck, really.)
("EVERYTHING SUCKS AND I CAN PROVE IT
EVERYBODY DIES, SHUFFLE ON, REMOVE IT")
#ChaseForBookNine
There were . . . things . . . out there, weren’t there . . .
Things that lived . . . and thought . . . consciousness beyond human understanding . . .
Do you remember the dark shapes, uncle-of-mine?
Do you remember the Things in the darkness?
Things like Sir Reing-
Hassle: *screeches in fury and hurls her against the wall*
*grabs her by the hair and slams her head into the wall*
*again*
*and again*
DO
*CRACK*
NOT
*CRACK*
GO
*CRACK*
THERE!
*CRACK*
*lets her go*
*and she crumbles to the floor*
SHUT
*kicks her in the head*
YOUR
*kicks her in the ribs*
WHORE
*kicks her in the stomach*
MOUTH!
*drags her to her feet*
*and hurls her down the darkened hallway*
*storms down after her*
*drool ribboning from his mouth*
*and breathing heavy, dry, raspy breathes*
*crouches beside her bleeding form*
*tugs her head up by her collar*
*and whispers in her ear*
I can hurt Oz,
and I can hurt you,
and I can do it till the world falls down around us,
but you know what would be better?
Better for a coward?
Hassle: I’m a going to go.
Leave.
Have your Oz. Have your wedding.
Have your white gown and your bridesmaids and your pretty little chartreuse tablecloths.
But I will be watching you,
always,
so keep looking over your shoulder.
Keep looking behind you.
I will always be there,
always ready to hurt you,
and you will never feel safe again. Not even when you’ve got your pretty little husband sleeping next to you every night.
Hassle: *stands up*
*and kicks her aside*
*before walking away into the darkness*
*and melting away, as if he were a dream*
*a door off the hall swings open*
*She throws on her coat, and grabs a pair of swords, slinging them into her belt*
*Pulls her coat around her and examines her reflection- how big the kid is getting now*
*Pats her belly*
Almost five and a half, now...
*Glances up again*
*Nods* I just just ask him to marry me.
*Shakes her head*
No
What am I doing... *Sits*
http://www.lmgtfy.com/?q=Hello+Blogland
Mwhahaha.
*Crimson*
*Much, much too close*
*Her arm on his shoulder, words of comfort, spilling from her lips*
*Her soft, kissable lips*
*He shudders*
#ChaseForBook9
*Drew growls towards Crimson before leaving the cave. He had to go and salvage what he could from the lake.
He was not going to let Emerald slip from his grasp after working so hard. Even if he had to kill the husband and son. That's what he would have to do.*
*What was wrong with him?*
#ChaseForBook9
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
It's not like you
To say sorry
I was waiting on a different story
This time I'm mistaken
For handing you a heart worth breaking
And I've been wrong
And I've been down
To the bottom of every bottle
These five words in my head
Scream, "are we having fun yet?"
ugh trip no I want to know what happened man
-
*She pulls her coat off, and removes the scabbards, lying them to the side*
*Her phone continues to call to her*
*She's stuck between doing what she wants, and doing what is right for others- her life's philosophy*
*Because going to him would go against everything she is- giving, giving, giving*
*And she is giving Crimson her love back*
*Folds her arms, cold*
I looooove that song Mara
*hugs Adra* Me tooooo
I'm listening to the Avril version though, not the Nickelback one :P
Idk I might roleplay I've been meaning to for a while but I'm still doing homework and study so idk
Of course you are, Mara
Of course
:)
*slowly*
*wearily*
*pushes herself into a sitting position*
*blood is dripping on the floor*
*and her head is pounding violently*
*she sees the open door*
*and crawls towards it*
*it’s not open enough*
*so she drags it open with one hand*
*and pulls herself upright on the threshold*
*her legs shaking like jelly*
*and hot tears prickling her eyes*
Oscar: *sitting in a chair*
*tied up with belts and leather straps*
*and staring at the ground*
*blood pooling on the floor*
*and dust and grime coating his skin*
*runs forward*
*as if in slow motion*
*and kneels in front of him* *struggling with the straps*
Oscar!
OSCAR!
@Annika: what
(I think that pretty much sums it up)
like
WHAT
Tadraaaaaaaaa. People, STOP. D:
No.
D:
#ChaseForBookNine
OSMOSIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
:)
#ChaseForBookNine
Awh
Oscar: *looks up with bruised and red eyes*
D . . . Doctor . . .
*looks faintly dizzy*
*as if he’s unsure wether he dares to believe it*
You . . . you . . . came?
Of course! Of course I did!
*tears streaming down her cheeks*
*still struggling with the straps*
*gets a few unbuckled*
Oscar: *staring at her*
*like she’s an angel, Heaven-sent*
Oh . . . oh God . . .
*she gets one of his arms free*
*and he puts it around her in an awkward sort of half-hug*
Oscar: You . . . *still dazed* You came . . .
Yes, yes, of course I did!
Oscar: *snaps* Why?
*looks shocked*
Why?
Because . . . Oscar, I love you.
Oscar: *sneers* Really?
Do you, really?
Oscar . . .
*clutches his bloody hand*
I love you more than life itself. You know that.
Oscar: I . . . really?
Of course I do.
I’m here, aren’t . . . aren’t I?
*suddenly, words fail her*
*and she clutches Oscar*
*tears streaming down her face*
I- I love you, Oscar . . .
And you’re alive, oh God, you’re alive . . .
Oscar: That . . . that man was crazy as hell.
Said some . . . some things. And I’m ninety percent sure he’s in love with me.
*almost chokes*
He . . . my uncle . . . he’s messed up.
*chuckles weakly*
Oscar: *growls*
Tell me about it. What kind of . . . of . . . of MONSTER would torture someone they were in love with?
*they stare at each other*
*and the only noise is the drip-drip of blood on the floor*
*Crimson goes about tidying the rocks Drew had displaced, he knew nothing of how to live in a cave*
#ChaseForBook9
*Drew stops and turns back towards Crimson*
Drew: Why are you living in a cave? Every Bloglandian has a house and their cosy little lives and you're living in a cave, why?
OSMOSIS. <3
(Plus, Hassle Precocious's madness is awesome. :))
(Adra and/or Trip, if you do . . . whatever it is you're doing, if you murder Tadra, I will murder YOU.
Well
I probably won't
because you're too awesome
but I will scream and stuff.
And cry and stuff.
And scream and cry and stuff.
And cry and scream and stuff.
And stuff.)
#ChaseForBookNine
Crimson:!*takes a moment to notice Drew* Huh? Oh, well I don't necessarily live here.
And anyway, who said I was living here?
#ChaseForBook9
*Begins to briskly pace in her room*
Right. I have my superego- my entire life built around the fact that my entire purpose in this reality is to give, and have things taken from. Over, and over. But my id is saying that I should go and talk to him, because I love him.
*Stops*
...
I'm sure I can find away around this.
But I just- *Cries out in frustration* Ah, damn! For Chrissakes, will he only just pick up his phone, dammit!
*Stops again*
...
I at least owe him an explanation. *Glances at her belly* You're his just as much as you are mine...
*Pulls out her phone once more, and dials Trip's number*
*Waits, her foot tapping*
Oscar: *breathing heavily*
*heart pounding*
You . . . shouldn’t have come here.
*swallows*
Wh-what?
Oscar: *snaps* You shouldn’t-
You-
*takes a deep, shuddering breath*
I’m not worth risking your life for, Doctor.
You’re worth much more than me.
No I’m not.
Oscar: You ARE!
*hot tears pricking his eyes now*
*he blinks them away*
You think . . . you think YOU’RE the worthless one?
You’re an angel,
and you should NEVER endanger yourself like this over me.
*begins struggling with the straps himself*
You don’t even have MAGIC, for God’s sake!
You should’ve sent Gary, or Photo!
Why didn’t you send Gary, or Photo?
Oscar: . . . Idiot.
*the word cuts through her like a knife through the heart*
*crying now*
You evil people. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
*Trip's phone is lying under his coat, in audible, as the doors open once again, and three men stand at the door, three men he hasn't seen in a long time. One who he swore an oath to, one who he swore an oath to destroy, and one who once swore to destroy him.*
Central, shortest man: I'd ask if we could come in, but I see we'd get rather intoxicated.
#ChaseForBook9
GOD DAMMIT TRIP.
-
*She angrily turns her phone off*
*Sighs*
Fine, then.
Just-
fine.
Wh-what?
*whispers* What did you say to me?
Oscar: You shouldn’t have come here.
Go away!
Hassle’s gone now, I can get out on my own.
I’m not PATHETIC enough that I need a woman’s help.
. . .
. . .
. . . I see.
*slowly*
*very slowly*
*stands up*
I see.
*begins to back toward the door*
*her wet, dark eyes staring into Oscar’s golden, defiant ones*
I see.
*and slowly*
*painfully*
*turns to leave*
Drew: You're in a cave... Why?
(Blerb. Anni, why? Why?)
#ChaseForBook9
ANNIKA
NO
NO
NO
DON'T DO THIS TO ME
D:
#ChaseForBookNine
(Awh.
Goodness gracious, I don't know what to think, but why isn't she fighting..?)
Crimson: I feel most comfortable in caves. When one travels the world, they find what good accommodation a cave can be. They're always there, caves. Just got to look hard enough.
#ChaseForBook9
(Brb, shower.)
#ChaseForBook9
*turns around*
*her heart pumping*
Oscar, I love you more than light and love and blackberries in the summertime. I love you more than my van and long-winded tea.
I love you more than happiness, more than Blogland, more than Heaven.
I know you’ve doubted me,
because you think you’re not good enough,
but don’t you see?
*sobbing now*
Th-the world see you as a pathetic, useless obsessive-compulsive, and they say you’re not worth anything, but when will you realize that you are my life, my everything, and no matter how I look at you and I can never see you as anything less than Heaven?
When you look at me you stubbornly refuse to see me as I really am: a useless, cowardly drunk. To you I am . . . I am everything you love.
Isn’t that enough that we are each other’s Heaven?
As pathetic and flawed as we are, I am yours and you are mine,
and no matter what the world says to us can’t we return to each others arms and look into each others eyes and see that in those eyes we are nothing but . . . everything?
I’m sorry, that’s not eloquent,
and not very clever,
but I can barely breathe and barely think, and all I can see is the knowledge that you’re safe and alive and we are going to be married and oh, Oscar, there will be chartreuse tablecloths at our wedding and I love you.
*kisses his torn lips, even though he tries to turn away*
I love you more than anything.
But if you don’t want me,
that’s okay.
Ah.
There it is.
-
*Her lip wobbles, and she quickly makes a portal*
*She walks out, and heads straight for Trip's bar*
*Plops down on his steps*
*Sees that he didn't get her note*
*Growls*
*Begins her wait*
Drew: I apologise for swearing earlier, it was extremely rude of me.
See I'm just so angry because the one that I love has been taken away from me.
I was going to write a speech, but I think I'll keep this short.
If you see me on Blogland, please remind me that I shouldn't be here.
I love you.
Goodbye.
Oscar: *his teeth grinding together*
*his heart aching*
I . . . don’t . . . need . . . you.
I never said you did, Oscar, but after five-hundred years I’ve finally tasted what it’s like, being loved by you, and I can’t give you up, Oscar.
I need you.
Oscar: *stares down at his bonds*
*and begins to tremble all over*
Oscar: *whispers* I . . . I love you too.
I fight it. Every day I try to fight it.
But I can’t.
And it’s horrible. It hurts so much.
*groans*
Five-hundred years, and it hurts so much.
We . . . I . . . I know we don’t know how to be in love. But we don’t have to. We just need to keep . . . to keep hold of each other, and that’s all that matters.
The more I’m around you, the more I fall in love with you. The braver I get, and, frankly, the cleaner I get.
*undoes the other straps*
And . . . and the more you’re around me, the . . .
Oscar: *looks sickened with himself* The more I love you.
And . . . and if it’s alright for me to say,
you’ve become less evil.
Oscar: *whispers* I was never meant to be a killer.
I know . . .
*tears in her eyes*
I know, it’s my fault. This, THIS,
*gestures to the blood and the straps and Oscar*
this is my fault.
This is all, all my fault.
Oscar: No, it’s not, don’t say that.
It is, though.
He kidnapped you to hurt me.
Oscar: I think our whole lives have been people hurting us to hurt the other one.
. . . That’s true.
Oscar: *chuckles weakly*
And I guess it . . . it sums up our relationship. You love me, and get cleaner. I love you, and become a better person.
I think there’s a word for that process.
Oscar: . . . You’re right.
Oscar: I think the word is ‘osmosis.’
*Hugs Fabi*
Crimson: I am in something of a similar situation. The man I love is not himself. Hasn't been for nearly 128 years.
#ChaseForBook9
That was cute, Annika.
-
*Adra's side begins to hurt, and she frowns, her hand touching just under her ribs, wondering what in the hell it was that was happening*
*A thought in her head makes her heart skip several beats- what if something has happened to the kid*
*Not again*
*She gets up, and calls one of her acquaintances, and makes a portal, setting it to go to the nearest sanctuary, though which one, she does not know*
*She dashes through*
*FIVE-HUNDRED MILES AWAY*
Photo: *lying on his stomach on a couch in the employee lounge*
*staring at the wall*
*and repeating the same words over and over again*
It’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s my fault, it’s my fault . . .
Gary: *sitting nearby*
*freezing and melting the surface of his beer*
*and staring blankly at the wall*
It’s not your fault.
Photo: *slurs* It’s me who let him though my web by mistake.
It’s me. I’m the reason the boss is dead.
And the reason Doctor went and . . . went and . . .
*buries his hands in his hair*
It’s hopeless.
We’re done.
Gary: It’s . . . it’s going to be okay.
*doesn’t sound very sure*
Maybe she got pulled over and arrested. Maybe she never made it to Hollow Falls.
Photo: And so then the boss is dead.
Brilliant.
Gary: Or . . . maybe she did make it.
Photo: And so they’re BOTH dead!
*groans agonizingly*
She won’t stand a chance. She can’t even use magic.
Gary: *jerks out of his trance*
*looks at Photo in shock*
What?
Photo: She can’t.
After Khasiis got dusted, she lost all her magical powers. The only thing keeping her alive right now is the high-level of magic in Blogland’s air.
Gary: So she . . .
Photo: Is completely defenseless against Hassle.
*they sit there*
*Photo on the couch, Gary in the chair*
*and roll the importance of this information over and over in their minds*
*the phone rings*
Photo: *wearily reaches out for it*
. . . Hullo.
Stupid League of Whatever.
Go away.
Photo: *sits bolt upright*
*speaks in a very small voice, tremulous and hopeful*
. . . Boss?
THE END
Centre man: Trip, you are aware of the dangers of taking this much scourgeweed? Especially with your skill tree.
Um, no, not really.
Left man, oddly built, as if he were drawn by an amateur child, too broad and tall: Trip, this quantity could cause your soul to become so loose that if you were to channel, you could risk flinging your soul from your body.
Right man: Not to mention that if youbstep, the shock from the return of your emotions could seriously damage your soul and mind.
#ChaseForBook9
Wonderful, Annika! :)
Also, if anyone cares, the song that inspired the awful drawing that I made is..:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TKtPXO5iEnA
Amsterdam, by Imagine Dragons.
TRIP! UGH NO BAE
-
*Someone catches her, accidentally, elbowing her side and she shrieks in surprise more than anything else*
*She has no idea which sanctuary she's at*
*Pulled along to an ultrasound room, fear growing larger and larger in her chest until she feels like she's going to explode*
And I return
Why are you people even here?
I don't need help, this is my response to the soul crushing news I got dumped, and then cheating on my ex again with the woman who caused all this. I think I'm doing remarkably well.
Centre man: You would, you're basically soul-high.
Right man: You're sitting in a steel storage container, keeping your feelings at bay with a herb that numbs down your soul.
Left man: Great going.
#ChaseForBook9
WB Zaf.
#ChaseForBook9
*Pulled into the smaller room, and helped onto a table, and she finds herself critiquing the doctors and the way that they are preparing- some of the choices they are making are ones that Adra would not have done to be efficient*
*They begin to prepare her, and she closes her eyes, shivering- the room is cold*
*Tries to relax, but there is a drumbeat in the room- one inaudible to the others, but one that is right beside her her head, like gunshots*
Really, really sorry I poofed! D:
Adra.
No. D:
*hugs Moss* :/
TRIPPPPPPP.
*hopes he's okay*
*um, Trip the character*
*not the Bloglandian*
*although I obviously want Trip the Bloglandian to be okay as well*
*but I was REFERRING to the character*
*because*
*not now*
*WHY*
You know, Adra becoming pregnant was a rather good plot idea. :) And lots of good plot ideas stemmed from it.
Annika, that was fantastic. :)
"You love me, and get cleaner. I love you, and become a better person."
:)
#ChaseForBookNine
/no/
WHY ARE THEY BOTH THERE BUT THEY'RE NOT THERE UGH.
Ah. Today is a good day. :)
Osmosis. :) :) :)
Tadra. D: D: D:
It's all good. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Zaf - I didn't say hi because I just arrived after you, but I think I should say hi anyway seeing as you only arrived just then . . . hi. :)
Em, are you okay?
#ChaseForBookNine
(Well, now that that's done, I suppose I should go. I've got nothing better to do.
*sigh*
*whispers* Hassle's still out there.
Lurking.)
*It is quick, and they have the monitor up, and she cranes her head to get a better look at the screen*
*Frowns*
*The kid looks okay*
What..?
*The people around her are frowning*
Then what the hell is hurting so much?
*One of the doctors- a woman with red hair who momentarily startles Adra- reaches over, and begins to prod at Adra's side* Hmm... I would suggest an x-ray...
*Adra's eyes widen* I can't do that- it could harm the kid...
*Squeezes her eyes shut* Dammit...
Wait.
X-rays are for broken bones.
You think my child has broken a bone?
*The doctor shakes her head quickly* Not the child, miss. You. The end of one of the bottom ribs seems to have fractured.
*Her jaw drops*
Leave me be.
All: No!
Please?
All: No!
Well then, stand there like chumps.
*turns and faces the other way, when he realises no light is coming in from outside he turns around again, and the doors are closed*
#ChaseForBook9
@Annika: DON'T REMIND ME. D:
Fours if you're leaving! :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Dad is fangirling over a car
I'm glad they're not leaving him be. :)
@Adra: oh
oh, that's bad
with the kid and stuff, like.
#ChaseForBookNine
(Now to think about what I'm going to do for the NEXT plot line . . .
*evil giggling*
Doctor, Oscar, Photo, and Gary are in for a bumpy ride.)
/Trip what no/
-
*Adra frowns* You're saying my kid broke one of my ribs, then.
What kind of a tiny human does that.
That doesn't happen.
At all
Children aren't strong enough, I don't think...
Yet, I suppose, it has happened.
*Frowns*
Patch me up.
*Glares at one of the novice doctors until he gets to work*
@Zaf: Is it a semi-conscious car?
:P
(yes, cars can be semi-conscious just as much as houses can.)
#ChaseForBookNine
@Adra: No.
NO.
NO.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH YOUR LIFE DAMMIT.
@Annika: Close your eyes.
Put music on.
You can temporarily open your eyes to do that, if you want.
And then temporarily open them to read this.
And then . . . s t o p t h i n k i n g.
(Or if you MUST think, think about tea or something)
Good?
Good. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
*When they finish, she pushes away, careful to not jostle her rib, and stalks down the way she came*
*Glares at her phone*
I swear, I'm going to kill him.
*Glares at her belly* And that wasn't very nice of you, either.
(*giggles* Star, I've already got something planned.
Something truly, truly evil.
*giggles*
*then cackles*
*then laughs very loudly*
The future is full of tea and murder,
children and potions,
and blood-stained chartreuse tablecloths.)
Umn.
I should get off this stuff.
Gradually.
#ChaseForBook9
Its a random car like i have no idea
Drew: then why don't we help each other in this predicament, Miss...??
Now, how should I go about this...
*does a few mental calculations*
Hm. *gets his computer, makes a graph* Yes. Yes that seems fine. You are clever, you know.
#ChaseForBook9
*She looks around curiously- wonders who in their right mind would have sanctuary walls be yellow*
*It's not befitting*
*Remembers something*
*The accent of the doctors*
*Runs into a broom closet and makes a portal, all but falling through*
*She could hear a few shouts after her, calling for her to come back to the medical bay, but she runs through instead by the fire in Blogland, and closes the portal*
*Hits her forehead* For hell's sake.
Please, portals.
Scotland was the place that I didn't need to cause commotion at
*Huffs, and sits*
Crimson: Crimson. Just, Crimson, everyone calls me that.
And you are?
#ChaseForBook9
I actually can't stop listening to this song..
It's still "Amsterdam" by Imagine Dragons.
It's amazing.
Drew: Drew O'Connor ma'am, at your service.
(Oh, Adra.)
Xephos: Too slow.
#ChaseForBook9
*The fire hasn't started*
*It's growing colder outside by the moment*
*She gets up to kindle the flames, and sits on the side of the pit, and pulls the pins from her hair, letting it fall down her shoulders, tumbling down a little past her middle-back*
*Her hair bounces a bit*
*Picks at one of her nails, and her side doesn't stop hurting*
*Glances at the note on Trip's bar*
*Sighs* Moron...
*Pulls out a pad and paper and sips her applesauce, drawing*
Crimson: Well, if you're at my service, that'll make priorities much easier.
#ChaseForBook9
(Ew, did Drew just say "ma'am"/ no
Oh, Trip.
What?)
Xephos: How dare you?
#ChaseForBook9
I'm sorry, what now
Drew: So, let's see what we can do.
-
*Lorcan walks into the master bedroom in Chase and Emerald's home. His dad was sitting up in the bed, recovering from his stab wound.
As soon as Chase saw Lorcan he opens his arms. They hug.*
@Annika: . . .
You didn't just say that.
*in Star's head, it's a warm sunny day (with sun hats included) and the sky is blue and the birds are singing and the Sudoku is filling itself in and chartreuse hasn't even been heard of*
*but Tadra has*
*so she is not totally happy :P*
#ChaseForBookNine
Ay, Star :)
Oh, Em's here. :)
*watching her as well*
*and Tadra*
*and not the chartreuse tablecloths*
*they haven't been heard of yet*
*they don't exist*
*no*
*no*
*no*
*NO*
*NO*
*NNOO*
#ChaseForBookNine
Xephos: I, am no moron, miss.
#ChaseForBook9
(Should we cut it there, for dramatic tension, or continue, Em?)
#ChaseForBook9
*She frowns, looking up* I'm sorry- I hadn't noticed you there. I was talking to myself. I apologize if I've slighted you..
Alexis: *wants to see Lorcan
(That's entirely up to you Trip. Drew isn't even thinking straight anymore, he's just pissed at Chase so he may not even know what to do for a plan. Just so you know lol)
Xephos: Oh no, I see now.
Say, you haven't seen Trip around, have you?
#ChaseForBook9
(Why are there birds in my head anyway?)
(No wonder my brain doesn't work properly. It can't see through the bird poo. -_-)
#ChaseForBookNine
*She shakes her head slightly* No, I haven't... I haven't seen him in a number of days, actually.
*Finishes her applesauce and reaches to her bag and pulls out a few crackers, eating them*
*Because her daughter is a freeloader who thinks she can just break her ribs*
Xephos: Me neither. Normally I wouldn't be worried, but he seemed so happy, so relaxed, and the BAM, it unnerves me.
#ChaseForBook9
*She winces, feeling a strong tug on her heart, knowing that she did that*
*Not that she's felt anything less*
I...
Do you think he's at work? I left a note on his door yesterday- I think he would have seen it, you know?
Xephos: If he were at work, I'd have seen him.
#ChaseForBook9
He didn't pick up his phone either... *She bites her lip, trying to think* I... I don't know.
Star: *sitting there smiling at the world* Ah, I love life.
Random bystander: *is standing by*
Star: Why are you standing by?
Random bystander: I'm on standby.
Star: Ah, I see. But not very well. The sun's really bright. Wait, standby? Are you a robot or something?
Random bystander: No, I think I'm just a prop.
Star: Oh.
How do you know you're on standby?
Random bystander: The green light's on.
Star: Green light?
Random bystander: *pulls their forehead off* Yup.
Star: *looks* There are seven green lights.
Random bystander: Yeah, but they're all different shades of green. One is light green, one is dark green, one is turquoise -
Star: That's not a shade of green. That's a shade of turquoise.
Random bystander: IT'S MY HEAD I CAN DO WHAT I WANT WITH IT SHUT UP.
Star: Really? I never knew that. *tells birds to get out of head*
Birds: *get out of head8
Star: *smiles happily* I love life.
Random bystander: Anyway, one is light green, one is dark green, one is turquoise, one is velvet -
Star: Like the toilet paper?
Random bystander: No. Toilet paper is white.
Star: Right.
Random bystander: No, white. With a W.
Star: Yeah, okay. Dark green, light green, turquoise that is apparently somehow green, velvet like the toilet paper except not because the toilet paper's white -
Random bystander: mint green, hunter green -
Star: HUNTER!
Random bystander: Yeah, hunter green.
Star: Hunter's green?
Random bystander: No, green's hunter.
Star: Okay.
. . .
But that means Hunter's green?
Random bystander: You're confusing me now.
Star: Sorry.
I should be upset by the fact I am misunderstood, but I am not, because I LOVE LIFE.
Random bystander: Well, good for you. Anyway. Light green, dark green, turquoise, velvet, mint green, hunter green, and chartreuse.
Star: *freezes*
*like an icicle*
*icicles are pretty*
what
Random bystander: Chartreuse . . .
Star: *eyes go red* YOU HAVE UTTERED THE WORD OF DOOM.
Random bystander: That's not a shade of green, that's a shade of red!
Star: *explodes* *shattering into a thousand pieces* *pieces which tears at the word around them, like they're shards of glass* *or ice* *which they are* *icicles, remember?*
*the birds die*
*the sun goes out*
*the word freezes due to the sun going out*
*and everything goes dark*
*and the sunhat sellers lose loads of business*
*and all that is left is nothingness*
*and one*
*single*
*chartreuse*
*light*
#ChaseForBookNine
Ay, Star :P
(According to wiki, hunter green is actually an actual shade of green. :P)
#ChaseForBookNine
Anyway, I must go to sleep now.
Fours!
#ChaseForBookNine
Bye Star! *hugs*
(*applause*)
#ChaseForBook9
Beybey Star!
#ChaseForBook9
Chase: You look unscathed son. What were you given?
*Lorcan laughs* Lorcan: The power of Niccolo.
Chase: Where's your mam?
Lorcan: I think Aretha took her to the Sanctuary. I didn't really see a lot of her after they untied her.
*Chase sighs. This was the first time he had seen his son in a good few weeks. He thought Lorcan had run away.*
*She shifts awkwardly where she sits, beginning to worry slightly. She still loved him, of course, and a part of her wishes that he didn't run off with Crimson, although for her sake was the only reason why she ran off*
*Her mood worsens by the minute*
*He might have done something incredibly stupid*
I'm sorry, both to anyone who saw that and to the fact that I accidentally got first.
Mara, if you see this, you can take the ded.
Xephos: You seem upset, how can I help?
#ChaseForBook9
Fabi, it never ceases to amaze me how you always manage to get first.
-
*She glances up* I'm just-
I really have to find him. I tried calling him twice, and he didn't pick up. Provided, I have a new number which he might not recognize... Have you tried calling him?
Xephos:..... Um.
#ChaseForBook9
You haven't, have you.
*She sighs*
For Chrissakes- do it.
*huggles Adra*
YOu're awesome. You ARE.
*hugs again* Thank you. :)
(And also maybe sorry for the almost-crying, depending on the type of crying, I suppose. :P)
*hugs Star back*
YOU are perfect, too.
And you're welcome, but thank YOU.
[continued rant alert]
ANd I KNOW.
ANd I have a friend who says the same. All this nonsense has been going on since Christmas, and trying to be patched up, but people still hold the same thoughts, and they don't do anything inside of them but grow, it seems, like things aren't solved they're just left to fester... Almost as if they don't really WANT to be solved at all.
ANd I remember everybody was ranting and arguing SO MUCH, just before Christmas-time, and this friend, she was just kind of said, not enough that anybody but me could hear, I think, but she was just like "WHy can't people just GET ON? IT'S CHRISTMAS. BE NICE."
And I was just, "I know :("
And the person who I called before the victim, who I'll shorten to V, she is still hurting, and it's so trivial. It's pointless. It's almost like people feel something bad and they kind of develop this habit to put that negative force into something that exists and heighten it and work themselves up about it and it's not FAIR, y'know?
Like, V complains quite a bit. I'll admit that. She often one-ups others' problems and I can see where people would be upset by that. But when everybody is always complaining about how much V is complaining, and how much V one-ups their problems, and how their own problems and other problems in the world exist so much worse and I'm just listening to everybody saying these things and I can't understand how none of them can see through this screen and smog of harnessing all of these things which they feel into that, nobody can see through that swarm how hypocritical they are all being. And it just saddens me because I can't point this out because I KNOW that people will either not care or care too much, and then they'll be hurt and I don't want that either, y'know?
But I just feel like everybody is missing the point. That every individual human is DIFFERENT. WE ARE NOT ALL THE SAME. If we were all the same we would not BE individual humans.
They have asked V, before the "You’re not my friend any more" thing, they told her that she is too miserable. That blunt. And they told her she needs help and she needs to be happier.
And so she tried SO HARD to act happy, all of the time.
ANd although I do believe that making an effort to be happy is a generally good thing, NOBODY is 100% happy all of the time. WE HAVE FEELINGS. That's natural. THat's the other thing that makes us individuals, but also what can link us together. And to have to hide those feelings behind this (searches for the swaggy-French-C) façade of happiness that may or may not be real... Ugh.
And then they complain that she is too happy. And they take the piss out of that happiness. And it's not FAIR.
People are so complicated.
[long vent/rant comment tbc]
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And I agree that everybody is different, we're all actions and reactions and stimuli and responses and feelings and experiences, so much that how can any of us be the same? How can I ever know how one person feels about this particular thing, or why they react in this way, because I haven't been them, I've only been me. There's these limitations of our minds, and maybe... Maybe they just keep us from knowing too much. Like... Maybe it's better to be able to accept things than to need to have some form of concrete evidence about them, y'know?
Like... Like in An Inspector Calls, Priestly wrote that it's better to ask for the world than to take it. And maybe there's something about that thinking, rather than just... having.
I don't know.
*hugs* Thank you for your help, Starness.
And... I hope C finds a way to feel the same way about the thinking. And I hope that she finds a way to feel positive about that, and not want to be a different person, because she is perfect, because people are perfect, because people exist. Y'know? And in the words of Nick Vujicic, "It’s a lie to think that you’re not good enough; It’s a lie to think that you’re not worth anything."
And I hope that for a lot of people.
*hugs*
[Sorry for rantingness - I think I am done now]
*hits post before she can go back and delete stuff because THERE*
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OK sorry about THAT.
But there are words in me and I have to do things with them, it's been too long. :P
*hugs everybody else*
You're all perfect and incredible and wow.
Adra and Trip and Emerald and Fabienne and Zaffaroo and every single one of you who don't seem to be here right now.
ANd I hope you all feel good.
And stuff.
And HEY! :)
*hugs*
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*Hugs Taia*
That was... Wow
Hey guys- if you have seven minutes to spare- go to Youtube and listen to The Crickets Have Arthritis. It's one of the best poems I've ever read.
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EXCITED!
"Everybody that comes here falls asleep; but for my own part, I feel as if, for the first time in my life, I was awake. I have found reality, though it looks very much like some of my old dreams"
*tries to articulate, a thing*
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*She frowns, and picks up her phone again, and tries again, holding the phone to her ear*
(* at least, I THINK 'Swaggy-French-C' is the proper term. :P )^^
*hugs Adra back*
Thank you.
*hugs again*
... Sorry, I seem to have run out of words now. *laughs* I don't know what to SAY. :P
Howdy, Aretha! :)
Will do. :)
*does that*
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I'm going to cry at this I'm halfway through of shit
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