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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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«Oldest ‹Older 1201 – 1400 of 4915 Newer› Newest»*Her lower lip wobbles, and, holding her breath to not make a sound, begins to dig around in her bag*
*She grabs a purple colored potion and sets it on the counter, sliding it across to him, before digging for more, thinking quickly*
(Okay or not....:/ or just tell me basically go away
FABI
Am I being shunned? Because if I am I'm not going to be back I'll be dead
((Niccolò: *both, rather than nigh. Automatic corrections can be quite inconvenient- my apologies.))
Niccolò: Adra, please- Aretha would not have let me leave her home if I was not alright.
#ChaseForBook9
((I would bring Effie or someone in, but I have to leave in the next ten minutes or so.))
((Sorry Zaf.))
((And sorry everyone else about the darkness if my roleplay.))
((Who am I kidding? I'm not sorry. Tbh, it fits my mood.))
I cant be here in this world none of you like me nobody in school likes me my parents argue I'm done. Goodbye. You won't hear from me again.
*Sigh*
((Ari: Zaf, I think we're all just pretty involved in whatever we're doing. As for me personally, I'm on a touchscreen, which makes it difficult for me to write at all, so I usually just try to focus on one conversation at a time. It's also possible that people are still afraid to cause some sort of argument.))
#ChaseForBook9
*She reaches further into her bag, straining to get to what she needs, but her fingers close around the remaining two potions, and she pulls out a mug, pouring the both of them into a bowl, standing, and holding it out*
Of course I know that- I would have done the same. However, these will help you not be in pain, and it will help you heal faster.
(I'm in the mood to break some feels. You know where they are if you feel the need to rescue Ari lol)
*Chase slowly crawls along the corridor. He can hear Lorcan behind him trying to wake and comfort Emerald. He is crawling on his knees and one hand, his other hand holding onto his stomach. He needed to get out of the lab.
He eventually finds his way out. But the crawl was too much for him. He is tired and aching and not sure how much blood he lost.
He collapses into the snow, just before the icy water. His blood starting to turn the snow a deep red colour.*
Chase: *whispered* I tried baby, I tried to save you and just got us into a bigger mess...
So because I commented after Adra I'm shunned? Because I didn't type speedy fast to beat Adra to greet you I'm supposed to solo like every fucking time Adra is on? I'm sick of it. I'm sick and tired of being used and crying because I know nobody wants me. Because al I am is a person who is apparently a bitch. Who doesn't have feelings, well I do. And one too many times I have been hurt. If I want to do anything I have o beg to for an hour. I had to legit beg for anything. This is my final straw. I'm not someone to be used, I'm either the one who begs to do something or the one people ignore. Go be me for a day sit in my position watch Adra rp with Nic whenever he's on and you want to but because you were too late to beat her you need to shut up and I can't talk to you because I'm once again with Adra. I dare you. You'll lose it.
Niccolò: *considers arguing further* *decides against it , and hesitantly accepts* Thank you. You are too kind.
#ChaseForBook9
((Ari: I'm just not going to say anything, Zaf.
I might, Em, but I need to get my hands on a computer... And I might have to go soon, too...))
#ChaseForBook9
*No comment*
-
*Gives him a hard look before cleaning up her food and the dishes, placing them in the sink, and begins to wash them*
I would ask if you would like something to eat, however I know that, much to my dismay, you will decline. Yet, old habits die hard, and thus- would you care for anything to eat?
Because you have no idea.
Don't worry Adra I won't interupt you but next time give others a chance. I find it amusing how you so easily tell me I rp with Ari too much but you fail to think others would love a chance. You knew last night I wanted to and you did exactly as I said: jumped into everyone's plots. You could have easily declined but if its a chance for Zaf to e excluded yo take it
Anyway, Aretha- if you go, *hugs*
*Adra shrugs and moves from the kitchen into the open living room, and she sits at a card table, and pulls out a box, pouring out pieces of a puzzle onto the table, and rearranging them*
*Her other hand is on her belly, and she glances at her new phone, having moved her contacts from the old one to the new*
*There's a tug at her heart and she tries not to feel it*
*Continues to put the pieces together into a pattern*
Zafira: *watches the Sanctuary agents for a while, laughing quietly*
Alexis: Aro....I feel an odd sensation
Aro: someone is here that shouldn't be.
Alexis: exactly....but who?
Aro: you tell me...I- *eyes widen* Zafira...from my dimension!
Alexis: But Meolent swore that his people would stay there!
Aro: He doesn't know she left, often she disappeara for days at a time to go off and pray or something. He's never concerned she'll run off anywhere.
I must depart for mo leaba little ones.
Tune in tomorrow night to find out if the Horowitz family survive their dire circumstances.
*This program was sponsored by Derek Landy's Blogs Under Duress and brought to you by Emerald Melody*
Good night peoples !!!!!
Ayooooo
Night, Em! *hugs*
Hello, Nevyar
Niiight Emmie!
Hi!
*Her head drops slightly, and she slumps down, passing out*
Either way, I'm going to go now.
Goodbye.
Good night! Well I'm here still as I have no school
Aloha.
I need to kill someone (fictionally).
I also need to sleep.
And get something for this headache...
GAH
Gahhh kill me nowwww
[Throws chocolate at Snow]
*catches chocolate and nibbles it* I have to play a no direction song in concert band. :(
Which one?
Ummmm.... "what makes you horrible".... or beautiful... no difference
Okay, I'll suggest one of the following:
You could try to do it for Mara
You could find a cover version or parody you like and think of that instead when you're practicing.
Approaching it with a negative attitude like you have now will probably not help matters.
Out of curiosity, what is it that you hate about One Direction?
I dont. Its just one of those things I cannot help. I cringe at they're voices and honestly cannt stand them no matter how hard I try fro my friends.
But I'll try dojng it for mara. At least thats something positive... *sighs*
*I dont know
I feel similarly about Maroon 5, I suppose. Like, something about their music makes me feel like I'm grating cheese with the back of my neck. Admittedly, though, I haven't heard much of their music. I try not to.
Same. *huggles* but enough negativey
I am kinda happy because the woodwork workshop is my homeroom, which means occasionally we can make stuff. :) and I love woodwork. :)
And now I'm done with all your negativity
And I'm gonna let it wash all over me
I'll be stronger than your words, baby, I'm harder
My smile lights up the world, I'm flying higher
:-)
Yay!
I've never really done woodwork... I've worked with glass, though, and a bit of clay, and I've done Viking knitting, which is wire, and Inkle loom, card weaving, kumihimo, etc. with string/yarn. And I don't need to name every single artsy thing I do, because that would take a while.
Sorry!
:)
I enjoy everything creative.
As do I. :-)
Well, almost everything. I never really got locker-hooking or knitting.
*shrugs* enjoying something and being good at something are two different things. I mean, I like singing, but I'm not necessarily good at it.
Yeah, same about singing. :-P
But by "never really got" I mean I don't really see the point of locker-hooking. It was tedious...
Knitting I've just never been able to do. I'm sure I'd like it if I could figure it out, though.
*nods* I was good at knitting. Emphasis on "was". I knida maybe forgot how. XD
I can knit with a knitting loom, because that's really easy, but I've never been able to pick up how to do it with needles...
I'm the only one in my family who can't knit.
Maybe I should try taking Ms. Marilyn's class. She's awesome.
Just looking over my schedule. :))) got alot of English classes on there, and next semester I'm doing advanced English
Yay. :-)
Never say never isa contradiction in terms.
Should I continue my roleplay from earlier or wait?
Hmmm... I don't mind. What do you thinks best?
I don't know...
I mean, I could write it if I wanted to, but I think it'd probably be better if I got some sleep...
Then sleep. *hugs* idc, do what you think
Well, if you don't mind being left alone, I'll go. I've been staying here too late lately.
I'm fine on my own. It might prompt me to write
Okay then.
Bye. [hugs]
Bye.
Mm... That worked well.
Oh, good, my pic sorta fixed...
Better.
The other one was too bright, it was annoying...
@Lantern: Yay! :)
*not really here*
#ChaseForBookNine
to me
SAY
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Don't they know that you're full of pain already?
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Decadence isn't easy, IS IT?
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Don't they know that you're full of pain already?
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Decadence isn't easy
Then you slowly recall all your mind
Why, your soul's gone cold, and all hope has run dry
Dead inside
Never enough to forget that you're one of the lonely
Slowly recall all your mind
SAY
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Don't they know that you're full of pain already?
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Decadence isn't easy, IS IT?
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Don't they know that you're full of pain already?
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Decadence isn't easy
Then you slowly recall all your mind
Why, your soul's gone cold, and all hope has run dry
Dead inside
Never enough to forget that you're one of the lonely
Slowly recall all your mind
If I scare you now, don't run from me
I've been hiding my pain, you see
Said if I scare you now, don't run from me
I've been hiding my pain you see
Slowly recall all your mind
Why, your soul's gone cold, and all hope has run dry
Dead inside
Never enough to forget that you're one of the lonely
Slowly recall all your mind
You slowly recall all your mind
SAY
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Don't they know that you're full of pain already?
Yes, they know that you've hurt yourself another time
Decadence isn't easy, IS IT?
. . .
Amazing and scarily relevant song.
#ChaseForBookNine
Sorry, trying to decide on a stoey name... this is the funniest title ever though:
The Imaginary Hammock
*take out the long space and the 'to me' at the beginning, that's just because I was on my phone and the blog wasn't working on my phone (it'll fix, don't worry) and so I had to mail it to myself*
#ChaseForBookNine
No, I think Skulduggery Pleasant: Horace beats that, sorry. :P
#ChaseForBookNine
Yes. Omg, yes. Star is perfect. Nuff said.
Don't you just adore getting emails from really happy excited people? :)
#ChaseForBookNine
@Snow: I am? *frowns*
You know when someone just gives you a compliment and you're just looking around in stupefication trying to comprehend where they could have POSSIBLY pulled that from? :P
*hugs Snow*
#ChaseForBookNine
Was there a "Skulduggery Pleasant: a Delightful Picnic"?
So I'm on a random title generator and these came up right after each other:
"The Magnificent Hunter"
&
"The Psychedelic Star"
And my head instantly said "they are, aren't they?"
"The Deadly Bookcase"
G2g, dinner
@Snow: Oh my gosh. :O :O :O :O :O
*hugs Snow* :) :) :)
And, there was. XD That was ace.
#ChaseForBookNine
*tackles star* c:
:)
Msd. School beckons. :(
#ChaseForBookNine
Kay
Um, anybody here?
No?
.........
Erm, OK...
Bye!
And for anybody who might be reading this later, IT IS MY ZODIAC YEAR!
*starts dancing*
*accidentally knocks over chair and nearly falls out of window*
Ah, well, I was never good at dancing.
Bai!
Anybody? Somebody? No?
Ah well, bai!
I'll be here for the rest of the day, if anyone else comes on
Joy. I'm here just watching the snow and sleet come down
HELLOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!
#ChaseForBookNine
The weather is so bad, they're thinking of getting tsunami warning equipment...
Mara are you on the coast?
Hey Star, Mara
Be careful, Mara. Although- tsunamis aren't tsunamis caused by earthquakes and underwater land slides?(type thing)
*-the first "tsunamis"
Gr
66 101 97 117 116 105 102 117 108.
Good morning.
@Mara: D: *hugs*
I hope it improves soon, and that no one is harmed. :/
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello, Fabi
Hey Lantern. :)
Ah, it's quarter past eight for you, isn't it, Lantern? C:
*pride*
#ChaseForBookNine
Hai Star Fabi Adra and Mara
...Hello?
Hey Mushroom! :)
"An eye for an eye leaves the whole world blind."
I'm not sure who I'm quoting, but that is one of my favourite quotes.
#ChaseForBookNine
Hm... I don't like that code as much. Doesn't look as nice as some of my others.
It said Beautiful, by the way. Good word to encrypt, because it's pretty long and also positive.
Good luck, Mara [hugs]
Hi Adra, Zaf, Star, Mara [hugs all]
Hi Luce...
Hello Lucy! [hugs]
@Lantern: :) *hugs*
And I know what you mean by looking nice. :)
#ChaseForBookNine
Hello everyone c:
*hugs Fabi*
How are you all?
I'm watching the one talk show and they're talking about the Olympics how there are slopes that are too steep and athletes are getting hurt
I'm good. :)
I have Haribo and not much homework.
#ChaseForBookNine
That's awesome, Star!:D
I think it was Ghandi, Star..
None of our teachers bothered assigning anything as we have no idea when we'll actually be in school again
I HAVE LOST WRITING AGAIN
I NEED TO LEARN TO BE MORE ORGANISED
UGH
Well.. It's credited to Ghandi, although I don't think that anyone really knows. It's just.. There
Luce :/ i lose loads of stuff
((Ari: It's 21 degrees F outside and I'm shoveling snow in a sleeveless t-shirt without a coat and my arms are still uncomfortably warm. There is ice on top of maybe 8 inches of snow, and the ice piled up even higher at the edge of the driveway where the street plowers push the slush from the road. Eh. Probably not here- I just came inside to put on dry shoes, then I go back to shoveling.))
#ChaseForBook9
(Ari its still snowing by me!
@Star. Yes, it was. It's half past eight now because I started writing in my code that looks gorgeous but takes forever. I gave up.
@Lucy D: I hope you find it!
Hello/ Goodbye, Aretha.
((Apparently it's 21F outside here as well, but I'm sitting in an office chair indoors in a sweater. So yeah.))
((I don't have any snow though...))
Zaf - Nah, Tipperary's an inland county. We got hit pretty bad by the rain though. And Limerick is really badly hit. That's where I met Derek at the signing last year.
Adra - Idk. Just heard it on the TV.
*hugs Fabi*
Star - Hopefully. :/
*hugs Luci*
*hugs Ari*
We have snow and i think some icebut not much its mostly snow
I think Derek lives on the coast. I remember he said where he lives is where he got Haggard...so if its a coastal town too I do hope all of you Irish are alright. Don't float away on us.
*attacklehugs Mara*
hAS ANYONE EVER HEARD AMAZING BY AEROSMITH ORCHESTRAL OR
I'M IN LOVE WITH IT, HOLY CRAP O_O
"Uncertain, troubled, earnest wanderers through the midnight of the moral world beheld his intellectual fire as a beacon burning on a hilltop, and, climbing the difficult ascent, looked forth into the surrounding obscurity more hopefully than hitherto."
"...he so quiet, so simple, so without pretension, encountering each man alive as if expecting to receive more than he could impart. And, in truth, the heart of many an ordinary man had, perchance, inscriptions which he could not read. But it was impossible to dwell in his vicinity without inhaling more or less the mountain atmosphere of his lofty thought, which, in the brains of some people, wrought a singular giddiness- new truth being as heady as new wine. Never was a poor little country village infested with such a variety of queer, strangely dressed, oddly behaved mortals, most of whom took upon themselves to be important agents of the world's destiny, yet were simply bores of a very intense water..."
I swear, Transcendentalism appeals so me so much, I'm not even kidding.
Even though Nathaniel Hawthorne was an anti-transcendentalist.
Either way, this was beautiful
I'm sorry...
Really distant now...
[hugs]
Hullo?
Hello, Annika
wbd- still sobbing about transcendental and anti-transcendentalism
Hi Anni
I wrote a thing.
The problem with my role-playing is that it's all in the SP universe, so I can't do much with it except role-play.
So I wrote a thing. It's a short thing, but it was fun to write. It's hard to explain; it's like all the same characters but in ever-so-slightly different situations.
Like a parallel universe version of the events in my role-play.
Would you like to read it? I don't feel like it will go anywhere much, but I enjoyed writing it a lot.
Hi Anni
And I WILL NOT be abandoning my current role-play.
FAR FROM IT.
I just wanted to try this out for a change.
I'll read it if I have time...
Hi Chione!
I'll comment it here. It's pretty short and I've got nothing better to do.
Nobody needs to read if they do not want to, of course.
The room was sweetly, blissfully silent, and only the soft bubbling of the the pot on the stove disturbed the still air. A cat, thin, gray, and wiry, was pacing back and forth on the linoleum, silent as death. Of course, there were no pets allowed in the Hotel, but the cat knew how to keep itself hidden, how to conceal itself and walk unseen.
It was a clever little beast, with eyes like scattered lightning, shot through with red veins and wrapped around a dilating black jewel. The cat had not always been gray, either, but time had worn its soft fur down to a dusty lint-like color, that left it unappealing to all but a discerning cat-lover. The pads on the bottoms of its paws were cracked, and painful to walk on, but the cat never seemed to mind, and if it did, it didn’t complain.
It had been in every one of the many rooms in the Hotel, but this room was special, even by the cat’s supercilious standards. It slowly wound itself through the legs of the kitchen table, rubbing up against them as if determined to knock the table over. Failing this, the cat stretched luxuriously and leapt up on the counter, padding along the speckled granite to the boiling pot on the stove.
Someone had scattered a disorganized array of tea bags on the counter beside the stove, and the cat began to play with them with a pawful of glistening claws. They were all strange, long-winded teas, such as Dark Desire of the Resplendent Angels, and Kiss Today Goodbye Low-Caff Infusion, and Vanilla Draught of Chai and Minty Lemon. The cat, however, was unimpressed, and began to methodically shred one of the tea bags with its paws, viciously scattering bits of tea leaf in every direction.
The door swung open on softly oiled hinges, and the cat sprang out of the way as a hat, black and wide-brimmed, sailed through the air and smacked into the wall.
“Out!” Shouted the woman who had thrown it. “Get out, out now! There are no pets here, you know that! I’ll be evicted!” But the cat only looked up at her lazily, until she laughed, and patted it on the head.
She was a tall woman, about five feet, ten inches, and she had long gray hair tied up in a loose bun. Her face was young, but she had enough wisdom around the eyes to age her twenty years. She wore a black shirt, blue jeans, and a rag of a red scarf around her neck. Her eyes were such a dark gray they may as well have been black, and she had slightly over-large front teeth. The medical certificate on the wall said her name was Dr. Eliza Precocious.
“Fine. I’ll let you stay.” She said, scratching the cat on the ears. “But promise not to make a noise. You know how quick-eared Mr. Bracken can be.”
The cat meowed in consent, its eyes daring Precocious to reprimand it. Precocious gave the cat a stern look before turning her attention to the pot, taking it off the heat and filling a teapot that had been standing readily nearby.
The kitchen was largely uneventful, and the cat was easily bored. It remained at Precocious’s side, watching her pour the tea with shaking hands. “Look at me,” Precocious sighed. “look at me, talking to a cat. I’ve never heard of anything so absurd. Well,” She added. “I tell I lie. I heard of a woman once who legally wed a 300-pound rock.” She shrugged. “Some people are just desperate, I suppose.”
The cat did not reply, instead opting to rub up against Precocious’s pant leg.
“I don’t suppose I should expect a laugh from a cat.” Precocious sighed, leaving a pair of tea bags to soak in the pot, and returning to the living room. “Then again, perhaps I’m simply not funny. Maybe comedy is not my forté.”
The cat padded after her, watching her curiously as she sat down in a cream-colored armchair and re-opened the book she’d been reading. The living room was decorated tastefully in cream, chartreuse, and violet. Not decorated by Precocious, no, but by Mr. Bracken. Mr. Bracken had an eye for color, as well as an enthusiastic hatred for animals.
Precocious glanced up from her book, A History of Filmography, to see the cat sitting on the futon, looking at her with an air of quiet sophistication. She looked back down at the book, then looked up at the cat. “Would you like to see something beautiful?”
The cat tilted its head, as if to say Yes, please.
Precocious sat down on the futon, beside the cat, and opened the book to a page near the front. The page was mostly taken up by a still photograph from a black-and-white movie, with dark text typed sternly beneath it, as if the picture were a mug shot rather than a frozen moment in time. Precocious tapped the page. “See? The Phantom of the Opera, 1921.” She sighed wistfully. “Those were the days. The days when I was beautiful.”
She shut the book.
“I wasn’t famous or anything, but I had my brief moment in the sun.” She said. “I was one of the showgirls, you know. Just in the background, nothing really important. But I got to wear feathers.” Precocious smiled down at the cat, who looked up at her with an air of calculated silence. “What? Do I not look my age?”
And she laughed.
“I look rather good for having lived as long as I have. I could do without the crows feet,” She added, after a moment of consideration. “but I look alright. And anyway, it’s not the age, eh? It’s the mileage.”
She entered the kitchen again, and poured herself a cup of tea, the cat padding along on her heels.
“That’s from a film.” She said. “You probably haven’t seen it. You know, being a cat and all. I suppose you don’t go in for that sort of thing.”
Someone tapped on the door; a firm, solid knock. Three times.
“Come in.” Precocious called out, returning to the living room with a steaming cup of tea in both hands. “I’ve just made tea.”
The door swung open, quite of its own accord, and Mr. Bracken strode in. Precocious quietly blew a haze of steam off her tea, and smiled graciously at her guest. Everyone in the Hotel was familiar with Mr. Bracken.
Mr. Bracken was a tall chap, and his pinstripe trousers only accentuated that. His shoes were polished to a shine, and his dark red blazer, complete with gold trim, made him look a bit like a concierge, rather than the manager of the Hotel. His hair was brown, his cheeks were shallow, and his eyes were always half-closed, as if nothing was sufficiently interesting to warrant the effort of opening them all the way.
“Oh, you’ve made tea? I’m not surprised.” Mr. Bracken said, shaking his head sadly. “Are you feeling any better?”
“Every day.” Precocious said. “The doctors say I’ll be better in no time at all.”
“Pneumonia is a nasty thing.” Mr. Bracken said. “I do hope you closed the window.”
“The latch was broken, sir.”
“Howard, please.” Mr. Bracken said pleasantly. He cracked his knuckles in that way he did when he was concerned. “Are you certain the latch was broken?”
“It was.”
“I’ll have my boys take a look at it.” Mr. Bracken said. “It’s my responsibility to keep the Hotel in top shape.” He glanced at the tea in Precocious’s hands. “Any chance of more where that came from?”
Precocious flushed apologetically. “Yes, of course, I’m sorry I didn’t offer any sooner. Here, I didn’t drink from this one.” She said, holding out the cup and saucer. “I’ll get myself another.”
“Thank you,” Mr. Bracken said, as the cup and saucer rose off her palm and gently glided into his outstretched hand.
As Precocious returned to the kitchen to pour herself another cup of tea, Mr. Bracken sipped his tea quietly and looked around the room. Still cream, still chartreuse, still violet, still gray . . .
Gray?
Mr. Bracken left the cup and saucer hanging in the air and the coffee table slid smoothly to the side, quite of its own accord, revealing the scrawny gray cat crouched there, eyeing Mr. Bracken with a wary look.
“Out!” Mr. Bracken shouted. “Get out of here!”
The cat sprinted towards the bathroom door. Mr. Bracken gave the door a sharp look, and it slammed shut before the cat could reach it, causing it to spring into the air in terror and run for the window.
Mr. Bracken looked at the window, and the window slammed shut. He approached the cat, cracking his knuckles. “I have had just about enough of you!” He growled. “I want you out of my Hotel, now!”
The cat gave him a hurt, betrayed sort of look. Then, without taking its lightning-colored eyes off Mr. Bracken’s half-closed ones, the cat slowly walked away, at an oblique angle. Then it faded away, as if it had never been there.
Precocious returned to the living room to find Mr. Bracken languishing in her armchair, and the cat nowhere to be seen. She frowned, but said nothing. “May I ask why you came?”
“Oh, just to check up on you. Make sure you were recovering well.” Mr. Bracken said, sipping his tea. “I feel a modicum of responsibility for all my guests.”
“Of course.” Precocious said, sitting opposite him. “How have things been, by-the-by? Any new tenants?”
“Yes, as a matter of fact.” Mr. Bracken said. “A pair of chaps checked in about an hour ago. Brothers, two-hundred and twenty-one, and one-hundred and three, respectively. Apparently they’re meeting their father here.”
“And you’ve been checking on them as much as the other guests?” Precocious asked, a faint smile on her face. “And me?”
Mr. Bracken glanced down at the rippling surface of his tea. “Er, of course.” He coughed. “But I can’t help it if I tend to favor my more . . . gentle, guests.”
Precocious chuckled. “I suppose I’ll take that as a compliment.”
“What can I say? I’m a lonely individual.” Mr. Bracken shrugged. His tea cup rose off his hand and floated gracefully into the sink. “Anyway, I suppose I’d best be off.”
“Take care of yourself, Howard.” Precocious said, smiling graciously.
Mr. Bracken smiled. “I’ll try.”
The door swung shut behind him, without him even touching the doorknob.
i think my cat died
fuck
Precocious stared down into her cup of tea, and listened as the door closed behind her. He was nice; he had to be. If he wasn’t the Hotel would have been exorcised long ago, and there would be nothing left for the lost and helpless to find refuge. Without the Hotel, Precocious had nothing.
After all, HE was still looking for her . . .
Precocious shook her head, trying to rid herself of the memory. No need. No need to think about that now.
She poured the rest of her tea into the sink and returned to her book.
hi
Mara! *hugs*
Your cat DIED?!
*tackleglomphugs Mara*
*tackleglomphugs Anni* WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN
Oh, and also, guess what everybody? I got on a plane without complaining for days beforehand and during the stopover.
Ah, I see you've got a new name. Hullo, Narvi.
And I have been around fairly frequently. Just not when YOU happen to be on.
*looks a bit sad*
Also, if she's still here, hi Chi! Haven't seen you in FOREVER
Hi Zaffy!
Hi Favis, if you're also still here!
Hmm. Narvi, are you aware that Oscar and Precocious have become engaged, and have been engaged for a while now?
Well, I'm now in a different time zone, so maybe I'll see you more often!
Well, I say SEE....
Sorry for vanishing. I was distracted by trying to find something for Jade's 21st birthday.
I did read back a little once, yes! Congratulations! :D
the only animal i actually was allowed to choose and she fucking died right in front of me.
i'm sorry, i'm going to go. i'm having a shitty week.
LUCY! *tackleglomps* HOWZIT
Hmm.
I think I'll leave.
Good luck, Mara. Stay strong. *hugs*
Omg Mara....:/
[hugs Mara]
:'(
LEAVE?
NOW?
YOU HAVEN'T UPDATED ME ON YOUR LIFE OR YOUR SCHOOLWORK OR... or stuff
*sighs heavily*
There's not much to tell, really. College is a bore, and my social life is that of a Christian homeschooler.
I recently attended a friend's 18th birthday party, where I sang jazz in front of twenty-seven people, and lost all my money at poker.
1. Unfortunate.
2. Fun! But unfortunate for the poker thing.
I have also been caught in a Lonely Hearts Valentine scheme with my two closest friends. We are writing each other Valentines that say "Sorry no one loves you, ha ha." and giving each other framed portraits of our *cough* celebrity crushes.
It promises to be an entertaining evening.
It's alright, Mara. I'm having a shitty year so far. I'm here if you need me. <3
But apart from that, my life has been dreadfully dull. I know I am very fortunate, of course, and largely few bad things have happened to me in my life, but it still grows tiresome after a while.
Hello?
Mithria.
It feels like I haven't seen you in a while.
Hai Mith!
*smiles*
Hey Anni! Yeah, the reason for that migth be that I haven't been on for a while.
Hi Zaffy :)
Well, I hope you're doing well.
((Ari: I'm so sorry about your cat, Mara. I watched my cat die a few years ago, and as a result cried myself to sleep for a week... My point being, I know how painful that can be. *hugs*))
#ChaseForBook9
Yes, I'm fine... I think. School is being mean but that's like it always is, I guess.
XD Those sound like great Valentines :P And I know what you mean about the dull thing. The times when you feel like nothing's going on are the times that you have to prepare for the fun things that are coming up. Put yourself in the best possible position. Get awesome grades. Make new allies/friends/slaves. Buy one of those paint-ball guns.
*hugs Lucy*
(Hai Ari!
MTIH! *hugs Mith* I am happy to say that I am safely in Vienna!
*hugs Ari tightly*
EMBER! OR NARVI! OR WHATEVER YOU WANT TO BE CALLED :D
*tacklehugs*
Good to hear that! Welcome back then :)
Like I said, you can call me whatever you want :) *tacklehugs back*
*quietly tugs on my long coat*
*puts on my grandpa's hat*
*#Hattika*
*tugs on worn-out black shoes*
*and walks out of this comment thread*
*a slight limp in my step*
*and whistling Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start the Fire"*
Thehe. Well, I'm used to calling you Ember, so... *shrugs*
You wanna come on the blog? Even if I will only be here for half an hour?
Sorry I poofed.
Me and my friend were talking in Science, and I tried to start ranting about Slipknot but couldn't say the words properly and said I needed to write it out, and then she told me to email her, so I was like "YUSSSSSSSSSSSSS I HAVE ACTUALLY BEEN INVITED TO RANT" and so I've just been doing that. :P
I adored your thing you wrote, Annika. O_O It's awesome in that you're already interested in all the characters but it's new and you want to find out more about the universe they live it and ALSO you want to find about about how things differ.
Speaking of analysing writing . . .
Are Em and Adra here?
Because WHAT THE FUCK.
My feelings
last night
HELP
It was O_O.
*hugs Mara*
*waves to everyone else*
#ChaseForbookNine
[hugs]
*loudly tears my coat to shreds, revealing a purple leotard*
*flings my grandpa's hat across the room*
*#yolo*
*puts on sparkly pink wellies*
*and twerks out of the commend thread*
*screaming WE WILL ROCK YOU*
Gtg, dinner! :D
Nope, I have to go for dinner! See you tomorrw!
Alright, Em :)
See you!
Did I say I'd be here for half an hour? *sighs*
Wrong information, I gotta go...
See you guys! *hugs everyone*
Bye, people who are leaving/left. [hugs]
[hugs people who aren't leaving and haven't left as well]
[Starts thinking about writing, but probably won't be able to actually do anything til lunch]
Hmmm I ought to make lunch....
*I am not actually here, by-the-by*
ATTENTION:
If any of you hear from Snow, please tell her that her e-mail got caught in my spam filter, which it why I did not respond. However,
I HAVE INDEED RESPONDED TO HER E-MAIL.
Please let her know.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
Fours, Narvi, Mith! :(
@Annika: I'll probably forget, but okay. :) Foura!
#ChaseForBookNine
Hi! Sorry I haven't been in a while, been trying to get back into the School Routine after Xmas and New Year *sheepish smile*
I'm back, sorry
It appears I've missed quite a lot..
Hey Corvo! :)
Wb, Adra!
#ChaseForBookNine
Pity you have
Hai Corvo!
@Adra: that's how I'm feeling lol
Hey Star!
And in regards to your earlier comment, thank you for reading, Star.
Although I'm not sure what was so feelsy.
But alrighty, thanks :)
I am so sorry I keep vanishing.
I'm trying to write an insanely important scene from Imperfect...!
Her world collapsed early Sunday morning
She got up from the kitchen table
Folded the newspaper and silenced the radio
*hugs Corvo*
Hmm... Interesting, Fabi
Alright, Lu. Good luck, then
*hugs back* lol hai
Hai xD I had toast for lunch
R.E.M.
Belong.
R.E.M. is amazing
I had soup for breakfast.
...
It almost autocorrected to soul.
Creepy,
[Nods]
Does he tell you he loves you when you least expect it?
Does it flutter your heart when he kisses your neck?
Oh, whoa
Oh, wait, there isn't actually the oh bit until later, is there?
Oops.
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