The next few weeks and months are going to be choc-full of announcements and reveals. In a matter of DAYS, for example, you'll be finding out more about this "270914" thing, and after that you'll be getting all kinds of juicy goodness. But TODAY, my Minions, is the day I announce something that has been in my head for YEARS.
I am proud, excited and absolutely delighted to announce that a special, exclusive gathering will take place in London on publication day, August 28th. I give you...
The Requiem Ball.
This is an invitation only get-together — a party, if you will — with 120 places up for grabs in very special competitions for Ireland and UK readers. You'll get the details of these competitions and other ways to nab yourself an invitation over the next few weeks, so keep an eye on this blog.
But you know I'd never leave the rest of you out of the action COMPLETELY, so we're going to have 250 party packs, jammed full of goodies, ready to send to you so that you can throw your own simultaneous Requiem Ball Parties at home. There'll be loads of stuff to download, whichever far-off country you're in, be it Ame-rica (am I pronouncing that right?) or Burkina Faso (yes, we notice EVERYTHING).
The Requiem Ball is basically my thank you to all of my Minions, for creating such a fun, creative, and frankly down-right crazy community around these books. I want to bring everyone together for one almighty celebration for the final book, and it's going to be EPIC.
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«Oldest ‹Older 3001 – 3200 of 4268 Newer› Newest»Claire: My skills are not of your concern. *pulls out the weapons she used from the drug dealer, fixing them to her belt again* Do you want to go home? I'm getting sleepy.
*smiles* Sure.
(brb, food)
Claire: *nods and lifts herself back up to her motorbike using her telekinesis*
(Alright, Silente.)
Always fear, Dugglyn is here!!!
(Hello again, Dugglyn.)
*watches her rise*
*backs up a few steps then runs jumps, grabbing the edge and pulling herself up*
(Hullo again Commander!
the clubhouse and I don't know if you have to go out with a chicken!)
Claire: *climbs on to her motorbike, starting up the engine* Get on. And get rid of the mask and the cape.
(I'm afraid I have no idea what you mean, Dugglyn.)
(Yeah, that happens!!
I'm gonna be a huge hit with the knife in her eyes!)
*gets on the bike without removing the hologram*
(I see.)
Claire: Hey. Get rid of the hologram.
(Yep!)
(Shit.)
Why? It's beautiful!
*smirks*
Claire: You either change the hologram or I'm leaving you here.
Fine. I'll change it.
*it blurs, then becomes identical to Claire*
*wbd
Claire: Just get rid of it altogether.
(Dug - email)
Why? Am I not pretty?
*raises an eyebrow, the hologram copying*
Claire: Fine. *pushes her back with her telekinesis, and accelerates, twisting the bike round so it drops back on to the street*
*laughs, getting up and dusting herself off*
*steps through a portal to the front door, leaning against it and smirking*
(Hello Silente, Duggy and Soph!
How are you all?)
(@Claire What the fuck? Somebody is dealing drugs so you kill them? What is wrong with you? They probably had families to feed, a hungry little brother or sister who depended on his older brother or sister to make enough money to make sure they don't starve tonight because their parents are alcoholics who don't give a shit either way.
And you killed them!)
Claire: *skids to a stop outside the house* *climbs off her bike* I hate you.
(BLOGLAND HUNGER GAMES NOTICE)
(Hey Tia!)
Nah. You love me really.
(I am depressed, yourself?)
Claire: I don't love you. You are annoying. *unlocks the door and steps inside the house*
*follows after her*
Yeah, but it's a lovable annoyingness.
(@Claire Just kidding, screw those guys!
@Soph Wanna talk about it? :/
@Sil cheeky vampire)
Claire: No, it's a "I will stab you" annoyingness. *closes the door* *walks down the hallway and up the stairs*
(I really do not wish to speak about it, no.)
*laughs, the hologram melting away*
Aww. You're funny when you're lying.
*smirks, following still*
Claire: *removes her helmet* I'm not lying. At all. *walks into her bedroom, removing her armour* *as she removes the armour of her back, her top lifts up, showing lacerations across her back* *searches for her pyjamas*
Sure. And I don't drink blood.
*frowns at the lacerations, then looks away, it's a bit weird after all, watching a nine year old change into her pyjamas*
So...am I on the couch?
Claire: No. You have your own room. It's the one on the left. I hope you don't mind. I took the liberty of covering the walls with Hello Kitty. Just for you.
Yay. Hello Kitty.
*rolls eyes and walks off, opening the door she said and poking her head in*
Claire: I KNEW you'd love it! I got you matching pyjamas also.
It's pink.
*glares over her shoulder at Claire and walks into the room, slamming the door*
*walks out five seconds later in Hello Kitty pyjamas (http://www.designerwholesalesources.com/images/discount-hello-kitty-pajamas-2-1.jpg)*
*glares*
Claire: *giggles* You look so adorable!
If the girl you're hunting doesn't kill you, I might.
*flips her hair over her shoulder and puts her hands on her hips*
I can keep some dignity, even in a pink room with Hello Kitty everywhere.
Claire: *pulls out her phone and takes a picture* Isn't karma a bitch? *laughs*
Hey!
*tackles her, grabbing the phone, trying to figure out how to delete the picture*
Claire: *laughs and uses her magic to pull the phone from Silente's grip and back into her own hand* *sends the image to everyone in Blogland*
*looks appalled*
*blushes*
You. WILL. Die for that.
*gets up, dusting herself off*
I'll be right back.
*steps backwards through a portal*
Claire: Hey! You mocked me because I wear a cape. Now I'm mocking you because you wear Hello Kitty pyjamas. We're even.
*steps back through a second later, wearing different pyjamas ( http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/img-thing?.out=jpg&size=l&tid=38598210 )*
If I'm wearing Hello Kitty I'm not wearing pink.
Claire: *giggles* You still look adorable!
@Tia: :/
Actually, what you said when you were 'just kidding' is probably true. Or something along those lines.
Or maybe they just got in too deep and didn't know how to get out.
Either way, they don't deserve to be KILLED, and I am NOT 'just kidding.'
*grunts*
Weird child. Go to sleep, it's past your bedtime, Tara.
(Star - I agree. I believe no one deserves to die. Some people just have to.
I personally would have shot the drug dealers also. It would save the lives of the people who would buy the drugs from them. But I don't think they would deserve to die.)
(I'm sure there's a better solution than killing them. Sending them to prison would work perfectly well as far as stopping them selling/taking drugs goes; it's not like they're psychopaths. Presumably.)
( http://tempestspoems.blogspot.co.uk/2014/09/perfection-dedicated-to-luci.html )
Claire: It's past yours too, Rebecca. *pulls out a submachine gun from underneath her bed, putting it on her pillow* *climbs into bed and puts her head on top of the submachine gun*
(Star - see, that is the issue with drug dealers. For whatever reason they'd have to sell the drugs, prison would just make it a whole lot worse.
Plus I believe if you could do something once, you are capable of doing something again.
Like if you kill one person, you have the potential to kill another.
If you steal, you have the potential to steal something else.
Thus sending them to prison would gain nothing.)
*shakes her head*
Some people have teddy bears, some have hot water bottles, you have a submachine gun. I swear you're like a mini Sophia.
*stands looking at her a moment*
You didn't brush your teeth.
Claire: I have the safety on! It's fine.
*frowns* You're right. *climbs out of her bed again, walking towards the bathroom* *brushes her teeth*
@Sophia: Prison wouldn't necessarily make it worse . . .
Although, yeah. 60% of prisons reoffend . . .
*prisoners
But on the bright side, 40% don't! C:
Yeah yeah sure you do. If you shoot yourself in the head I'm laughing at you.
(Star - On the other hand, 0% of prisoners would reoffend if you killed them, so it would be the more effective measure.
However, that would be too cruel. I believe there is a limit, however, to what prison is good for. Prisons are more unsuccessful than they are successful - as you have just shown. There could be a more effective measure put in place.)
(I'm here my darlings ^^)
@Sophia: *nods in agreement with all of that*
Hi Inky. :)
Claire: *aims it at her and pulls the trigger* *the gun clicks*
See? Safety catch.
*climbs into her bed again and cuddles her gun*
(How art thouu star?)
(Hello, Chloe.)
(Hey Soph, how art thou?)
Fine, thanks, Inky. :) Writing . . .
How're you? :)
(Depressed. Yourself?)
( I am smothering, but I'm good ^.^)
*rolls eyes*
Night.
*closes Claire's door, smiling slightly*
*whispers* Sleep well...
*walks to her own room and sits on the bed*
Claire: *activates the laser sight of her submachine gun, making sure it's loaded* *curls up around the weapon, falling asleep*
*stares out the window all night, thinking*
(Should we skip until the morning?)
(I think that would be wise)
*goes to the kitchen, Claire still asleep, and starts making scrambled eggs*
Claire: *hears her alarm and wakes up slowly, stretching* *climbs out of bed, changing from her pyjamas into her armour* *brushes her hair and walks downstairs* *waves to Silente* Morning.
Morning.
*plates up scrambled eggs and toast for Claire, putting it on the table for her with some orange juice*
*walks upstairs*
Claire: *frowns* Silente? I don't-
*smells it for poison* *pulls a clear liquid in a vial from her belt, dropping some on to her scrambled eggs, her toast and her orange juice in turn*
*calls up to her*
Silente? This isn't poisoned. I don't understand.
*pauses on the stairs, then keeps going up, closing her bedroom door quietly and getting changed into the uniform*
(Oh my gosh.
We have two people on Blogland waking up in the morning after sleeping in the same house and they're NOT a couple.
O_O
This never happens. :O)
(It just feels really surreal. O_O)
(Whose that Dtar?)
(@Star uh...I'm not sure why it feels surreal?)
Claire: *has some of her scrambled egg, quickly, then runs up the stairs* Silente?
@Inky: Claire and Sil, of course! It was nighttime and they timejumped to the morning and -
O_O
Surreality.
Mhmm?
*is in the middle of brushing her hair*
What's wrong?
@Sil: Because it just feels ODD to be in this situation and to have this entire factor that is normally there MISSING.
It's like the scene is walking around with only one arm.
O_O
Not that that's a bad thing, of course. I'm enjoying Claire and Sil's roleplay. :)
(ah ok
I'm brain dead today)
@Inky: XD My brain was never alive in the first place . . .
(@Star well why isn't it normal? People have sleep overs and what not all the time in real life. People who stake out in stake outs have to sleep at one point.)
(I suppose it is rather odd.)
Claire: Why didn't you try and poison me? Why did you make me scrambled eggs?
You need to eat don't you?
*puts the brush down and opens her door, two plaits at the front of her hair hanging down*
Why? Were the eggs off?
Claire: But... why?
*shrugs, leaving the door open and going back to the mirror, focusing on her hair*
You need food so I made food. Why are you making a big deal of this?
@Sil: It IS normal. That's what makes it feel even WEIRDER.
:/
We should have normal Blogland sleepvers more often . . .
Claire: If I say that I was going to kill someone, I don't make them breakfast. Or if I would, I'd poison it. Thanks, though! *hugs her quickly and runs back down the stairs to have her breakfast*
(I would not be able to sleep at a sleep over. Too many people.)
(Hey, Star!
How are you?
(And I was joking about joking, Claire shouldn't have killed them.))
*stiffens slightly at the unexpected hug then watches her bound downstairs and finishes her hair*
*walks to the bathroom and brushes her teeth with the Hello Kitty tooth brush*
*cleans her face then goes downstairs, setting the tap going for the washing up*
@Tia: *nods* :) *hugs*
(Hey Tia, how art thou?)
(*hugs Star back* So... you're in a hugging mood?)
(HELLO CHLOE THE AWESOME GIRL!!!
I am ok, how are you?
wbd for 5 minutes, dishes.)
(I have cider... So all is good
And um... Thanks (:)
Claire: *eats her scrambled egg and her toast, occasionally pausing for a drink of orange juice*
You'll be late if you don't hurry.
*takes off her blazer and washes the pan used for the eggs*
Claire: Dammit. *finishes her breakfast quickly, going upstairs* *fits her uniform over her armour, and puts some makeup on to make her look a little older*
*picks up her bag, and walks down to the cellar, dropping several knifes into it as well as her hatchets*
*walks back up* Look at me! I look ridiculous!
(I will be back soon.)
(My parents said they were going to have a quick half hour upstairs O.o)
*has, by that time, finished washing the plate and glass and is wiping down the counter*
You look fine. Stop fussing.
@Inky: O_o
@Tia: . . . Idk.
Chloe, I don't know if that is more disturbing than the fact that you're drinking.
Also my author wants to join in but has no alcoholic beverages.
(I don't drink all the time
I needed something to clear my mind)
(Hey Xan! How art thou?)
(*hugs puppy from yesterday, focusing on breathing*)
(I am tickety boo! Thanks. I'm facebook ing Gar which is always a good thing)
(*breathes* same as yesterday Xan...*hugs puppy tightly*)
(*huggles Sil*)
(I am back.)
(I have not gone.)
(I am here
But I'm writing an essay)
(Depressed. Yourself?)
(*Slides in* Hey all)
(Hey Eddy boy! How art thou?)
(Hey Eddy boy! How art thou?)
(Hi Inky, better than yesterday thanks, listening to 80's music and themes. How are you?)
(80s music is the est. I'm great thanks ^.^)
(Ghostbusters, back to the future. All good)
(There is no reason to be sorry. It is normal.)
(Who ya gonna call? GHOST BUSTERS!!!!)
(Something strange, in your neighbourhood
something weird and it don't look good)
(Who ya gonna call? GHOST BUSTERS!!!!)
(I ain't afraid of no ghost!)
(I still need to dedicate the page. I may begin to think.)
(*breaks away from song* I love ghostbusters XD
Id love to meet a ghost)
(Brilliant film, don't know about meeting a ghost though)
(I love to XD I really want to try an ouiji board)
(Okay. Better. Breathing again. Fixed...ish. Hello again.)
(Hello Sil, how are you?
Whats that Inky?)
(Hello, Silente. *hugs her tightly*)
(*steps out if wolfie's shadow* Hello,
how be you all?)
(It's a board with numbers and letters and a 'yes or no' option on it. There is a cursor and you can basically communicate with the dead with it)
(*hugs Soph tightly back* wanna continue?)
(*glomps* hey Gar ^^ I be amazing thanks. You?)
(oh)
(Do you?)
(*accepts glomping* I'm really happy thank you Wolfie, I'm here and face booking you which is always fun)
(Hello ed how be you?)
(Hello Soph, hello Sil how are you both?)
(Depressed. Yourself?)
(I be good thanks)
(soph: how i feel is above
ed: jolly good boyoh)
(Yeah if thats okay Soph..)
(That is fine. I was just wondering if you felt up to it.)
Claire: I look like a schoolgirl pixie!
(Anybody seen the Italian job?)
(Nope, I haven't)
(It is a good film)
(Maybe I should watch it
But not tonight, I'm busy revising)
(I have a math and statistics test tomorrow)
*finishes wiping the surface*
You look adorable. If a little orange.
*grins and takes a picture*
Aww. Claire's first day! Right okay. Ready?
(Good luck ! I have a chem test tomoz -_-)
(Good luck)
(Thanks ^.^)
Claire: *nods* Yes. I am ready. One moment...
*smiles* Let's go! We have English first!
Right. Okay. Out the door Tara. By the way, we're walking. Twelve year olds don't ride awesome motorbikes.
Claire: But that isn't fair. I assume twelve year olds don't carry combat knives, either? Or hatchets?
(Hey everyone)
(Hey Khi! How art thou?)
(Hello Chione)
(Anyone want to rp ?)
(the question is mainly addressed to people not doing anything)
*stands on a roof surveying the building across the street*
(I will)
Tawnee: *walks around* gar! Where are you?
(Inky, would you like to carry on from yesterday?)
(That would be great Wd, you first)
Drinks and walks up to random wolf* Hello
*ed
(Hello Chi, how are you?)
(*hugs Chi tightly, hiding my face in her shoulder*)
Well no they don't. But I trust you to hide them better than a motorbike.
Wolf (who is alpha): h hello *hiccups* how are you ,human ?
(Hey Inky, I have a splitting headache...
Hey gar, Edward, sophie
*hugs Sil tightly* What's wrong sis...?)
Claire: That would depend on the motorbike. Wouldn't it? Come on!
*opens the door and walks outside with her bag on her back*
Fine thanks, wolf. Are you the pack leader? *continues to drink*
Alpha: I indeed.
Daddy!
*alpha picks up small girl*
Alpha: t this is m my daughter ere inky !
*shadow walks inside the building and starts looking around*
Tawnee: Gar! Where are you?
*shakes his hand* Pleased to meet you. And hello Inky
*picks up a sheet of paper with a safe combination on it*
*reads it and goes to find the safe*
(*keeps hugging Chi* life...and I want a hug too...)
*sighs and follows*
Young inky: *looks up at him* heWwo mister! *giggles* isn't he handsome daddy!
Alpha: *chuckles* do you like him
Young inky: yep! *giggles*
Tawnee: *finds Gar* hello sweetie
*Laughs* Why thank you miss Flame. It is a nice party you have here, what's it to celebrate?
(*hugs Silente*)
Claire: *locks the door behind her, pocketing the key* *starts walking down the pavement* We have lots of time!
*looks at Taw* hello love,
*opens safe and empties its contents into a duffle bag*
Young inky: my birthday!
*watches from a distance, intrigued*
Young inky: I am eight!
*stops dead before rushing to ed*
Hey, we need to leave!
Tawnee: *tilts head* what are you up to sweetie?
*nods to people*
Well happy birthday *turns* Why?
Nothing much really,
hows the baby?
(Hello Zaf)
Because ...
*suddenly loads of armed people enter*
*gasps*
*says quietly*
It's the night I was kidnapped...
Tawnee: *smiles* nothing exciting yet
*hugs Sil back*
(*hugs soph too*)
You being cheery is weird
*walks next to her, yawning*
Inky, I need you to do something. Tell me, do you want me to save them? If I do then they will still be alive in the present
*smiles sadly *
my pack don't die tonight. No, not for another two years. And... I don't even know if I want them to be alive
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