all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy all work and no play makes Jack a dull boy
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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GOOD BYE TEMPEST
HELLO DUCKLEZZZZZZZZZZZZ
DARN YOU CAPS LOCK
Sorry for vanishing!
We were discussing Florida.
Fours, Rhydian! Good luck with tomorrow! Fours, Silente! :(
@Snow: Really???? I don't remember you here then. :P
Sorry for poofing, fiddling with stuff. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Crap.
I dedicate this page to Book 9. May our souls still be intact after this. And to Derek, for being the devil. We love you very very very deep down inside our hearts.
Do you hear the people sing?
I remember every time I hold you, my one compainion
Man is not one but two he is evil and good
The Beadle called on her all polite, poor thing, poor thing
There out in the darkness a fugitve running
Didn't I build a house a home didn't I?
Damn you Hyde set me free!
We'll fight like twenty armies and we won't give-
Dad (Shilo) you're the world to me
You are free now you're with me now where you'll always be
There was a barber and his wife, and she was beautiful a foolish barber and his wife and he was...
XD ohhhh I know what it wassss... I ghosted since January 2012. Lol
@Snow: You DID?
Oh, gosh.
Then you witnessed me being an idiot. :O
Poor you. D:
@Zaf: souls = intactAfterBookNine = False. :P
Ded = good = True.
if 'ded = good = True':
print(':)')
#ChaseForBookNine
XD lol
Sorry, I'm doing that thing where I look up every song, but the song's over nine minutes long . . . :P
How's everyone? :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Zaffy in an explosive mood
I miss playing Hyde! I should let Hyde come for a bit...did anyone actually read the post I did on Nameless by them?
...
Apparently I have to go shopping with Mom now.
Meh.
Bye.
ableToGetOutOfThis = False
print('D:')
Going to go watch a film, night! <3
Naww bye fabbb *hugs*
*Hugs Fab and Lu* Cya!!
I have food. I am content, Star
Bye luci
Actually, I need to go to. Gotta get breakfast and try and finish a book for school. Bye.
Bye Snow as well!
Man, it'll be odd with the Aussies off every night.
The Americans will rise again
Yeah without the Aussies....we'll rise hopefully
*Adra gets up from where she was sitting- the woman whom she has been watching weave had a foot more than a number of hours ago*
*Her knees pop and she goes to get some popcorn*
HEEEYYA
Oh shit.
I just realized that I got Apple STRAWBERRY
NOT APPLE
AND I DIDNT GET A CAPRIS SUN
I GOT KOOL AID
SHIT
Ay Thrust!
Shall we roleplay m'dears??
Aye, although I think a few others have disappeared
I guess.....?
Hey... Adra.
Thrust
Yes
And Hi everyone else.
I have an idea for a lego skulduggery music video. It's hilarious.
Hey.
I'mmmmm in Modern History.
Hello again, Sparks. Have fun?
YES.
HISTORY IS LEGEND.
DEREK. NO, DON'T WRITE THE ENDING.
And hi, all! I don't know how long I can be here, so eh.
Not at all, apparently. Dammit.
Bye all, I suppose...
Jazlyn end of August
Apparently...
Hey Kessie, Jazlyn
... Mist as in Zath made you a vamp?
I like editing. Takes my mind off things. (:
Idk if this one looks as good as it should tbh, but it's my first time doing a Faceless edit (the name of it tho omg it reminds me of Skulduggery so much) ➡️
Blaaaa I should be asleep nanite
It looks wonderful, Mara. Goodnight.
Night, Mara.
(Adra)
(Psst)
Wot
I finished the first ending
of HGlee
Really? That's wonderful! Good for you!
I know, right!
Very accomplished, you are.
*Raises a glass in toast* Congratulationsss!
*Throws one to her to toast to*
Yes Great!
It's 55,000 words or about that.
IIIIII wrote a novel length story and finished it yay
Coolio!
*shakes head in amazement*
So cool. I. Just. wish.
I could.
*bows*
*Adra finishes eating her dinner- which, of course tasted wonderful- and pats her belly*
You know, tiny human girl, I'm going to have to teach you to fight...
*Smiles and gets up, looking for applesauce to satisfy her applesauce craving*
Aaaaand she is again roleplaying
*sighs
*Lorcan stops running towards the lab and looks across the lake at his home. He then has a risky thought but turns and starts to run towards his house.
He needed to get his dad.*
What's wrong with that, Zaf?
Im about to drag my brother to the movies with me to see Frozen. He does want to go but I'm making him >:D
I have yet to see it, Snow. But I'm sure it won't be that bad.
Wait
I thought you had school?
Nope. School for me starts on Wednesday
G2g
It is quite annoying. If nobody is gonna rp then stop posting it every comment. Nt everyone wants to see you comment eating applesauce whenever people are busy
*Lorcan pounds on the door, knowing that he is running out of time. Chase opens the door and is surprised by his changed and healthy son.*
Chase: Lorcan?!
Lorcan: No time to explain or say hello dad, you're needed. You have to come with me quickly and bring your sword!
*Lorcan turns back off the porch and runs back towards the direction of the lab. He can hear Chase's cane banging behind him so he is aware that his dad is following him the best he can.*
(Emmy I'd go play Zaf but I'm eating dinner in a few min so I feel bad if I started and suddenly go
Maybe, god forbid, people aren't lurking? Maybe for once you can't be the sole person. Maybe for once nobody wanted to. I know its hard for you to fathom, but its true.
Zaf, stop while you're ahead and stop being a dick or else I won't even bother roleplaying with you.
Whatever has you upset today, you need to go and calm down before putting it on the wrong people. I suggest you do that now and come back after dinner, calm.
I mean it Zaf, one more nasty comment and I'll just go to bed.
And No I choose not to go now as dinner isnt ready and apparently taking longer. And I can hear my gerbils on their wheel.
I'm going. Ok. Going. Leave me alone when it comes to how I write other characters. I'm not Derek I can't perfectly write a character not my own. So sorry if you truly believe you're so fucking brilliant go write for him. Since obviously I'm such a horrid being. I'm so fucking sorry I can't write exactly like the author who wrote him. Sorry.
Screw this, this stupid fighting doesn't belong on the blog where it'll ruin the mood.
And don't ever fucking have a go at me for how I write Ravel. You hae obviously not read how Becky and Howlett write, not to offend them. You really need your priorities checked. Specifically how Becky has written some characters. It's like what if someone resds Dublin Daes and roleplays say Deacon like how I do with Ravel? They won't be perfect to how Em wrote Deacon. So back the fuck off
I'm sorry, Fabi. I'm deleting now.
Do you know what?
Fuck this.
No wonder I can't finish a fucking roleplay with all this bastarding arguing.
I'm just fucking done.
Hullo.
*quietly adjusts glasses*
Is there anyone left on?
Is everyone continuing to fight?
Because if so, I could leave. I don't mind.
There'll most likely be a comment or two more (Unless someone hops on and gives a huge speech) but then it'll be done.
Fair enough.
*nods understandingly*
*sits down quietly in the corner*
I, personally, don't mind Adra soloing. It actually makes her character feel more real when little things like eating applesauce come into play, not just saving the world and stuff.
Zaf, perhaps you didn't mean to do anything wrong, but the comments of yours that I've read have sounded unnecessarily angry and bitter, which is hardly the best way of proving any kind of point you wish to prove.
Please...
Actually, I think you're clear, Annika.
Sorry Em. But what Adra said about how I write is not cool. Not even fair, I mean...I'm not going to write Ravel perfect. I can't use things I know from LSODM or it would be easier. So I'm tied a bit. It isn't easy treading so carefully with his character. I know what I want to do but I can't roleplay anything from LSODM....I respect why though and it isn't fair to sppil the thing I want to do. But that is not fair to bash me for writing. I'm probably the only one brave enough to write one of Derek's characters. So what? It's a free country, if you have nothing but to bash me for how I write Ravel then so be it. But don't expect me to react okay. I don't see thep point
I am?
Oh good.
*looks a bit concerned*
Is there a problem with solo role-playing?
That's what I do, mostly. I just assumed that is the way it is done here.
No, there isn't Annika.
And now dinner.
Oh good.
No, there isn't, Anni.
May I make an inquiry?
Hmm. I suppose I can't.
Ah, well. I'll depart. Now is a time for silence.
-Back to the story..-
*Rushes up to her floor of the hotel, and pushes the door to her room open, slinking in, and pulling her scarf off. She quickly checks her messages on her phone before feeling a tiny kick, and smiling*
*She turns, to see two figures occupying the room with her*
*Looking eerily familiar- a woman and a man, the girl with red hair, the man with black*
*She grins* Victoria! Antonio/nty/toine whichever!
*She hugs them both, grinning*
*Victoria smiles* We heard the news from your friend Priya, sister dear. Congratulations! But, why didn't you tell us first?
*Adra pauses for a moment, pulling up a chair* Well... I have to be very careful with her. I didn't want the information to be intercepted in the middle. I'm sorry.
*Her sister shrugs* Of course. Are you hungry at all? Antony and I are starving- the ride down here was a bit long...
*Adra nods* Of course! I can cook you guys something in the kitchen, if you like?
*Antonio is already at the door, ready to eat*
*Adra smiles*
Oh. Well. Goodbye, then.
Oh! Someone is still here!
Hullo.
(My informal jazz concert went well, in case you were wondering. I received a standing ovation for my solo of Le Jazz Hot.)
One day, I figure that thing out, Fabi.
Although, I probably won't, because the reason it's in code is because you don't want people to know what you said.
And I'm not good with codes.
-
And I wasn't, but now that you've reminded me, I'm glad to hear so.
I'm sorry, I needed a moment for bitter rants. I try my best, but I'm hardly immune to them.
(Right back atcha, Moss.)
(I thought I might role-play, but now I've forgotten what I was going to do.
Hmph.)
That's happened to me before. Although, it must not have been vital if you've forgotten it. If it was, then you'll remember in a moment.
I can give you the key to that one, if you want... Star, Mara, Jubi and a couple others already know it, anyway.
And it's probably the easiest of my codes. I think you'd get it eventually.
Sure, Fabi!
I'm sure I will.
(Alright. I'd prefer to live-write the Photo-in-New-York role-play later on, when there are more people around. So for now, I'd like to ask for three things from each of you, which I will incorporate into a role-play somehow, which I will post at a later date.
I did this once before, and it was fun, so I thought I'd try it again.)
Annnnd I'm in Physics nowwww
Ah. Hullo, Sparky.
Lol. I don't envy that
Hey, I chose to do Physics.
Space, gravity and electricity.
What's not to love?
*sighs heavily*
*quietly reclines in her swivel chair and plays Pokemon X*
Well, I agree, I'm just saying that there's a bit of math involved in Physics, and math clashes with me.
I'm more of a Bio/Chem/Anatomy/EveryScienceBUTPhysics kind of girl.
Then again, I haven't had it yet.
But my brothers have and I've read bits of their texts and just- NO
(Sent you the key by email Adra.)
((I'm happy to send that code key to any bloglandian, but I do like to keep track of who knows it))
Good morning, afternoon, evening, or other time of day, Blogland.
. . . Hullo, Sir.
Greetings, Ms. Barnosky, Cryptic, Dark, and Braginski.
And Chemistry too....its why I'm going to fail it next year, math and I do not end well
Sup, gnarly dude.
How are you today, Sir?
Hey there, Sir! How are you?
Greetings, Ms. Kerias.
"Gnarly", Ms. Braginski?
Standard, Ms. Barnosky,
And how is your author doing?
Hello Sir :-)
I'm sorry, I'm behind on comments because I'm pretending to watch the Super Bowl for Dad...
Hai Sir! Hai Anni! And Fabi! And anyone else who came on while I was eating
That's alright, Moss, I understand.
*smirks*
Well enough, Ms. Barnosky.
Well, I suppose that's good enough, then.
*Drew grabs another chair from across the room and sits in front of Emerald. He wipes the tears streaming down her face again. He unsheathes his sword and plays with it's tip against his fingers slightly.
He expertly flicks it and it cuts into Emerald's skin just on her collar bone. She shrieks into the tape gag. Drew smiles.*
Drew: Here is how it's going to work from now on my dear. You will answer me when I talk to you. If I decide to punish you, you accept it and thank me for it. And more importantly you don't pull away from me. Ever.
Do all this and I know you can grow to love me and accept your new role as my Eve. If not, I shall make sure you do nothing more then bleed out.
It shall be a shame to lose you since having working so hard to revive you again but if you can't do what you're supposed to, then there is no point keeping you alive.
*He flicks the sword again and cuts her on the other side of her collarbone. It begins to bleed heavily just like the other side. She continues to cry. Confused by the situation she finds herself in, tied and gagged and at the mercy of someone she unfortunately loves.*
...
Bye.
[hugs anyone who wants a hug]
[Disappears into a bottomless pit of utter doom]
Greetings, Ms. Melody.
Indeed, Ms. Barnosky.
Goodbye, Moss.
To Adra:
You should NOT judge people on there fan fictions. The whole purpose of a fan fictions is to be creative and express your appreciation for the book, not to be a replica of the book itself. Plus it is really hard to write fan fictions without having harsh people on your back. Derek would say that 'it may not be as perfect as my self but this isn't so bad.'
The other thing is role playing is, again, not to be identical but to dream about things you wish would happen and to escape from who you are in the moment and be free from the real world for a short period of time.
Please stop picking on Zaffy. It's not fair.
I'm watching it to a degree. I'm paying attention to th commercials mostly. I don't follow football in general. I'm more of a Nascar person, Daytona 500 is the 23rd :D and its probably because I live in a racing town that I love it, I mean twice a year the Nascar world comes here. I mean twice...I've been to the track for Arca races and one Pennsylvania 500 and I'd do it again. Its just...wow.
Sorry. I've always wanted to greet you informally, Sir.
How are you this fine morning/day/evening/night, Sir?
Good bye, Ms. Dark and Cryptic.
Thank you V. You said my thoughts more peacefully then I did.
Arthur: Goodbye, and thank you for flying MJN Air!
You do have an . . . interesting plane there.
Douglas: Ah, yes, GERTI.
Martin: I am the captain of GERTI.
Carolyn: Everyone who has ever met you knows you are the captain, Martin.
I did find it odd that you have an autographed photo of Oscar Neurotic hanging on the wall inside.
Douglas: Yes, well, he's a friend of ours.
Martin: We flew him somewhere once.
Arthur: It was fun!
Ah.
Anyway, take care!
*flags down a cab into the New York City*
Arthur: Will do, Photo, old chap!
Douglas: Do you think he noticed the lemon I stowed in his travel bag?
Carolyn: I doubt it, Douglas, the man is obviously an idiot.
Np GM Kerias. ( you owe me a billy though.)
...
Quite, Ms. Braginski. I feel normal.
*turns attention to Ms. Barnosky's roleplay*
*in the Fairfax Apartments*
*Apartment 12J*
*behind an umbrella stand*
*hidden away*
*is a shirker*
*a very small shirker named Jo-Jo*
*standing*
*just standing*
*and bouncing a yo-yo*
Door: *bangs open*
Roger: *furious* Why hasn't she written back!?
Jo-Jo: Dad?
Roger: *waves a hand* Not now, not now.
*Roger is tall*
*with dark hair*
*and a bleeding smile*
*Jo-Jo looks like an itty-bitty Roger*
I understand if I have made you feel uncomfortable and retract my previous statement, no matter how gnarly it was.
OI!!!!
Vinette, who do you think you are?
Read back the comments and see that it was Zaf who started the whole fucking thing as per usual because she doesn't like it when Adra rp's solo.
Don't go picking on Adra and just waltz on, halfway through the argument just to upset people again.
And you can stop playing victim as well Zaf when you know damn well you started all this nonsense again!!!
And Adra could have said a lot worse over Zaf's Ravel, but she didn't, she said just enough to give Zaf a taste of her own medicine to try and make her see what it's like to be always criticized. And clearly Zaf didn't like it.
But do you know what, Adra is right.
Fuck you all. You play your small violin Zaf and you defend someone who just doesn't understand that she's not the only fucking person with shit to deal with. Take me for example but that's not important to you at all Zaf is it!!!
So fuck you all.
I'm fucking done.
And I will be damned if I come back on fucking here again.
Round of applause for those who can't empathise.
*sigh*
Jo-Jo: Who are you talking about, Dad?
Roger: *angrily*
Aya.
Aya hasn't written me back.
Stupid
worthless
piece of crap!
*whips a black notebook out of his pocket*
*and hurls it into the garbage disposal*
Jo-Jo: Aya is the girl you like-like, right, Daddy?
Roger: Yeah, yeah.
*pats Jo-Jo on the head*
A bit more than like-like, son.
Jo-Jo: Oh.
Door: *swings open*
Melody: Honey, I'm home!
Roger: *whips around*
*a false smile on his face*
Darling!
*spreads his arms*
I'm so glad you're back.
Jo-Jo: Hi, Mom.
*continues sadly bouncing his yo-yo*
*as blood drips from his mouth*
Melody: *her mouth is bleeding too*
*but she smiles happily and kisses Roger*
I love you.
Roger: I love you too.
Jo-Jo: *coughs*
(Well, I'm going to stay, because I have nothing better to do. Unfortunately.)
*stands beside Sir quietly*
It really is quite an experience coming on here, isn't it?
Indeed.
*a few hours later*
*Melody is taking a shower in the other room*
*and Roger is sitting at the table*
*dimly playing with a loose thread on the tablecloth*
Jo-Jo: *plays with a GameBoy*
. . . Dad?
Roger: Eh?
Jo-Jo: Are you going to marry Aya?
Roger: I can't marry Aya, Joey.
Jo-Jo: Why?
Roger: Because I'm married to your mother.
Jo-Jo: Oh.
. . .
Do you WANT to marry Aya?
Roger: . . . That's not the sort of question a boy should ask his father.
Jo-Jo: I'm sorry.
Roger: Anyways, Aya doesn't want to marry me.
So it's settled.
*knock knock knock*
Roger: *glances at the door*
Who could that be at this hour?
See! You can't handle someone actually defended me! You can't!! I know its so hard for someone to handle people have a view like I do, grow up. What Adra said was completely and utterly wrong. She had no right to go off on something that she has no experience in, has anyone complained Annika writes for Shudder? Hmm? No. Never. But because I wrote for Ravel, you say roleplay is a way to express yourself but you can't even grow up and let others have their fun, Adra didn't need to retaliate. She did. And she picked the wrong topic to use against me. I solo, she solos. I write for a character not my own, she does not. When she writes for a character in SP then she can talk.
Would you like a cup of tea?
(*sighs*
*rubs the bridge of nose*)
Roger: *opens the door*
Good evening, sir. How are you today?
Roger: Um . . .
I'm from the Agency.
We are here for the Thing.
Roger: Ah.
You understand, I'm sure.
Roger: No, actually, I don't.
But I am wearing the Uniform of the Agency Thing Collectors.
Roger: Yes, I can see that . . .
And it says Agency on the front in bold, calming letters.
Roger: True.
And look.
*gestures to Thing Cart*
This is my Thing Cart. For carrying the Thing away.
Roger: But it's just a luggage cart.
What is luggage, Mister . . .
Roger: Bloodmouth.
Of course. What is luggage, Mr. Bloodmouth?
Roger: Well, bags. Full of things.
Yes, Things.
I am here for your Things.
*pushes past Roger into the apartment*
(On that dramatic note, I think I shall depart. There are always better things to do.
*departs*)
And furthermore, my characters work for the Sanctuary. It is difficult to do much when events of LSODM cannot be roleplayed. I know others have yet to read (Heck Nikki isn't finished) but Adra has no right to go off on that. I'm sorry people are so worshiping Adra they can't see for onc she had a fault. And so what if V commented defending me? Have we not Minions who ghost? How nice was it to yell at her for defending me? She has the right to.
No thank you, Ms. Braginski.
Good bye, Ms. Barnosky.
Oh. Oh. You need to stop Adra. No I have not. Go cry to someone you're being bullied, you always do. Go on. Go on see you can stop now you have issues and need to grow up. I don't do that I haven't written Zavel in days. I've focused on other things and honestly have you seen them do anything else? Am I supposed to write nothing because Adra doesn't approve, wake up dear the world don't revolve around you.
I apologise for my outburst.
I am unfortunately going through a really stressful time in my life.
And taking that rage out when my friends are around is not right of me.
So I am sorry everyone.
In any case, Annika- please do continue, everyone was enjoying your story, me included.
Actually, I went and checked on her of my own accord.
No matter who was right, you can stop now, Zaf.
The fight is over.
Zaf, please stop.
You are turning this blog into a place of hatred and bitterness.
This place is a refuge for a lot of us.
I'm not going to comment on what either of you said. I don't want to be involved in this.
Just please... There are other living, breathing, feeling beings on this blog.
Ms. Kerias, Ms. Dark. I understand the urge to explain your opinion, to get in the last word, to attempt to force the "other side" to see the light is a powerful one.
But the comments that both of you are making, whether or not they are deleted, do not belong here. Words cannot be taken back.
Simply ignoring your problem with the other woman is inadvisable, but if you wish to discuss it, please, take it up with each other in a different venue, as it is an issue apparently exclusively between the two of you.
That last sentence sounded rather odd. Apologies.
*nods in agreement to Sir's statement*
I second that (or third or fourth or whatever), Sir.
Hey, guys! *pointedly ignores the argument*
Sparky, if you're still here, yes, Mist as in Zath turned me into a vampire in BFB.
Distant, watching the halftime show when it starts.
I see...
Of course, Sir.
Hullo.
I am back.
I suppose.
Welcome back, Ms. Barnosky.
WB, Annika.
*sighs*
I suppose I'll keeping doing my thing.
Hey, Annika!
How is everybody, aside from angry?
*seething* Adra, if you have a problem with my roleplaying of Ravel, keep it to yourself. V said it: roleplay is a way to express dreams as well. I wish Zavel was real and it won't be. You had no right to pick on me like that. It was wrong and pathetic. Maybe I was wrong too but I at least soloed. You never roleplayed a character not your own. I have written for Niccolò/Alastair briefly and found it hard. You cannot pick on my style until you do it, its not so easy.
Hello Kes.
Welcome back, Annika.
Guys, can you just...?
I'm not really angry anymore. I don't plan on fighting either. So, hopefully this won't disrupt your night.
And I'm not really sure if my presence here will still cause tension.
Which hopefully it isn't.
But if it is, someone please tell me. I don't want to cause any further trouble tonight.
*nods*
How are you, Kess?
Hey, Fabi.
Joey: *tugs on Photo's sleeve*
Excuse me?
*looks down at him*
*frowns at the blood*
*but says nothing*
Hiya.
Joey: Why are you wearing sparkly eye shadow?
Because it makes me look prettyful.
*smiles*
Joey: *frowns*
Boys aren't allowed to wear eye shadow.
*shrugs*
Little boys aren't allowed to be bitchy to grown-ups.
Joey: Gotcha.
Roger: Excuse me, I'm going to have to ask you to leave my home.
I'm afraid I can't do that. I'm looking for a notebook, you see. A black one. With black and red ink inside.
Roger: *jaw clenches*
I don't have anything like that here!
Really?
*suspicious*
Roger: I do not.
*his gaze darts to the bathroom door*
*behind which Melody his showering*
*is
No, Adra, it's not your fault. We're all adding to the tension.
Decent. You?
And I just say though, Annika- Photo is my spirit animal :)
-I know, I just don't want to add any extra tension that my absence would easily relieve, you know?-
And I'm a little twitchy because I've had so many carbs lately. Hoping for more snow *fingers crossed*
How's school for ya?
in..
...
I've forgotten where you live.
I'm not entirely calm. I'm still seriously irritated.
Beyond actually. I would prefer to not be near Adra for the night unless it is roleplay wise, simply because I may go off as seeing her name is causing me anger
Heh. I may have no school tomorrow or Wednesday
Riiiiiiiight.
*sits at the kitchen table*
*puts his feet up*
Joey: Are those shoes crocodile skin?
Indeed they are.
Joey: Sweet.
Roger, very reliable sources have told me that the notebook is somewhere in this apartment.
Now, I was hoping that there would also be a mutilated obsessive-compulsive here as well, but it seems there is not.
I'm afraid I'll have to take that notebook.
Where is it?
Roger: I have no notebook.
Yes, you do.
*growing impatient*
Where is it?
Roger: Are you a PI?
What?
Roger: *looks a little panicky*
A PI? A detective? Did my wife hire you?
Your . . . wife?
Roger: I don't know an Aya.
I swear, I don't know anybody named Aya.
You leaving would just make us all go off at Zaf. It's fine.
I'd love for it to snow here. And school's fine in Florida, insofar as school can be fine. I have a math tournament on Tuesday. How's school in...Kentucky, right?
Right, I am back now.
Where was I??? Oh yeah!
I'm just going to solo guys, I hope you don't mind.
-
*Lorcan slowly makes his way towards Emerald's bedroom with Chase slowly behind him.*
Chase: Lorcan, what are we doing in the lab?
Lorcan: *sighs before answering him* You need to save mam, you are probably the only one who can.
*Chase stops and thinks. Emerald is alive. His wife is alive.
Lorcan stops at the door, he can softly hear the crying. He opens it slowly and sees Emerald tied to the chair, blood pouring from multiple cut wounds.*
Lorcan: Shit!! MAM!!!
*He rushes in only to be pushed back into the wall by Drew who plunges another sword straight into Lorcan's stomach, pinning him to the wall. Lorcan cries out as Emerald sobs at her son. Lorcan whimpers as he sees the sword sticking out roughly from his stomach. He can't pull it out or do anything. He wasn't ready.*
Drew: *smiles* That's what happens to heroes, wonderboy.
That, Zaf, is NOT fair.
Ah...
Alright. I'll go- don't wanna start anything else.
Goodnight, ladies and gentlemen, thank you for being kind about it.
And, again, I'm sorry if you're a little worked up or angry- I hope it goes soon.
See ya
xx
Bye, Adra, I guess.
I'm in an odd kind of calm mood now...
[hugs people]
[Works on making the pillars in my cathedral more consistent in size]
I . . . hold on . . . Aya?
*looks confused*
Roger: My wife has always been a little suspicious and paranoid. Convinced I'm having an affair. But I'm not! You've got to believe me! And that notebook was a completely innocent journal. There wasn't anything suspicious about it. It was just a journal! Just a normal day-planner!
. . .
*coughs*
So . . . Mr. Bloodmouth . . . you think I'm a PI hired by your wife to see if you're having an affair?
Roger: *nods weakly*
Mr. Bloodmouth, I can promise you I'm not. How many PIs do you know who wear spandex?
Joey: Like a superhero!
*jerks a tumb over his shoulder at Joey*
I like this kid.
Roger: *weakly* Get out of my house.
Not without the notebook.
Roger: I will NOT give you the notebook!
So you admit you have it?
Roger: Damn!
Mr. Bloodmouth, a man's life is at stake.
Roger: My marriage is at stake!
(OH! And, Kess- I thought, for some weird reason, you were in Louisiana like Sky :P Oops.
Good luck at your math tournament, though!!! And it's doing great- I had an easy homework weekend. Only about two and a half hours..
And no, don't go off. That wouldn't be beneficial.
*hugs* Thanks doe)
*hugs Fabi*
I'm in a forced calm mood. Yours sounds better.
Don't go. I just prefer not to speak to you for a bit because it helps me not want to strangle you.
[hugs Adra]
Bye...
Oddly enough, as much as I hate seeing friends leave, I'm not angry...
I'm just... Meditation-y, I suppose.
It probably is...
I think I may have run out of emotions, actually. I spent quite a lot of them last night...
Oh, shit.
I have to ded now...
Huh...
Wbd.
Mr. Bloodmouth, your wife can't stay in the shower forever.
Roger: *looks uncomfortably at the bathroom door*
Now is your chance. Before she comes out, give me the notebook, and I'll vanish with it. You'll never see it again, and neither will she. All the evidence goes kaput!
Roger: *bites his lip*
*thinking about it*
PLEASE! This is a matter of life-and-death.
Roger: I . . . I can't give it to you.
. . . That's cold, Mr. Bloodmouth.
You hurt me real deep just now.
Roger: Because I threw it in the garbage disposal.
What!?
*runs to the sink and looks in*
*reaches gingerly into the disposal*
*pulls out a knot of shredded, wet black leather*
. . . Well.
That's one way to do it, I suppose.
Adra, nope. Florida. And thanks! 2 and a half hours is easy? I get like ten a night...
I wasn't planning on it.
*hugs back*
*ten minutes
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