This time next week, many of you will have the final book in your hands. Most of you will be reading it. Some of you will be finished it.
I am so utterly delighted with the book and how it turned out — I really think it's the best one of the series — and so I am thrilled with the trailer that artist extraordinaire Tom Percival has come up with.
The clocking is counting down...
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- Derek Landy writes the Skulduggery Pleasant series because getting a proper job is so overrated.
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*strokes Inky*
Sophia: *activates her computer and begins tracking Silente using a device she had planted on her when she was on her ship* *monitors all news reports from the area*
I apologize, I thought my author was not driving, apparently she was.
(Hey Zaf)
*walks around the ruined city, looking at the refugees that stayed behind, the ones who flinch away when they see her*
*a few reach for their phones. She doesn't care. Let the police come*
Clone: *squeezes her hands back* ...any time Leri...
(ah welcome back Zafira. Loki.)
Assassin: *appears behind Silente* You have been unwise.
... I just get so scared sometimes...
*yips*
Chris: I'll also help out, Inky would never forgive me if I let any of her friends get killed
*keeps stroking Inky*
... Thanks, Chris...
Clone: I know... *looks at Flick*
*doesn't turn*
Have I? Whoops.
Assassin: You have ignored me. I have been picking up radio signals from armed forces. They will begin to pursue you. *jabs her in the back with his pistols*
Assassination involves a lot of darkness. But that does not mean you cannot accomplish good things from it.
((Hiya! Zaffy drove! Zaffy happy! -Zaf))
*swivels, knocking his gun from her back but not from his hand*
Yeah yeah yeah I don't need the lecture. Armed forces don't scare me. And nor do you.
(Watching the pacifier )
Assassin: You do need lecturing. Otherwise I will be forced to kill you. I can do so quickly, quietly. You will never know I was there. You will not even have time to register the round entering the back of your skull. It is not about fear. It is about practicality.
(The Pacifier is a bad film... a few good parts, but it's just bad overall. :P)
(Well I like it :P)
*sighs irrirably*
Yes yes yes I get it bad vampire assassins should be helping the world not causing it havock I will shoot you should you do wrong again rarara.
Assassin: You harmed a defenceless Quarian. And what for? What did you gain from it? I have been listening. Leri'Heesa is scared of you. You have hurt your friends. This is not how you should behave. This will gain you nothing.
If you wish to kill people, if you wish to hurt them - make sure you kill those who deserve it.
You fumble around in the dark, hurting people because you are too selfish to think of others. Every action has a consequence. How long do you think it will be before those who you care about rise against you?
*keeps hugging the clone*
(Hello)
(Hi phantas)
(Hey Phantas. How are you?)
Those who I care about? Do not presume to pretend you know me or my social life. Friends are for fools. Friends are weaknesses, knives in the back, monsters in the dark. Don't talk to me of friends or care.
*silently watches*
(hello Phantas. Are you new? I like new people...)
Clone: *smiles* Leri...
Assassin: Friends are strengths. They help you. They have your back if the time comes.
You take contracts from people who cannot be trusted. How long do you think it will be until they decide to kill you? You have done jobs for them - what if you were to talk? They will betray you. You betray your friends for them, yet it is you who will be the one who is betrayed.
... Yes?
(Hi. yes I'm new, I fine thanks, how is everybody)
Oooh, new person.
I know what I'm doing. I can handle the people employers may send after me. And thats the ones who remember me. Which is few.
(Nice to meet tyou *extends hand*
I'm achy after circuit training , how are you?)
(Oh yey new person...*looks at Loki* dibs.)
Clone: ...nothing. I..nothing.
(Greetings, Blogland.
I'm sorry I haven't been around lately. One of my Mom's friends has just from Texas to here, with seven children in tow, and it's been rather hectic. How are things? I hope people still know who I am.)
(CLARA *tacklehugs* *coughs and stands up as if nothing happened* hi.)
(*gets tacklehugged*
SILENTE!
*brushes self off*
Goodness! You remind me of my new kitten.)
(Hi Anni)
(Is that because im cute? *grins* kittens are awesome.)
Assassin: You are ignorant. You do not know what you are doing, nor what the consequences will be. You trust people who cannot be trusted. You kill those who should not be killed. You have been led down a path of darkness. You need to be set back on to the one of light. Before your actions catch up to you, and you end up dead.
In my younger years, I was like you. I would work for whoever paid me the most. It led me into the clutches of a terrorist organisation, who wished to have a military general killed. I murdered him, and they betrayed me. They refused to pay, and sent an assassin of their own to hunt me down. This will happen to you.
You think yourself as a hunter. A night-stalker. Someone who should be feared. In reality, you will become the hunted. You are an ignorant fool who stumbles around without an aim. In reality, it is you who should be fearful. It will only be a matter of time before you figure this out. And when you do, it may be too late.
(Greetings, Inky!
And I refuse to answer ridiculous questions, Silente.)
(Hey Annika!)
*looks at the clone*
... What were you going to say?
(Hey, Dragona! How're things?)
(Good, thanks. How are things with you?)
(kittens know all)
(Awwww the pacifier is funny ^^)
(You refuse to answer cause you know the answer is yes but are too embarrassed to say. It's okay Clara. I understand.)
Why would you care of my path?
(Hectic, Dragona. Stressful, in fact. I'm beginning to develop twitches. Nah. Only joking. I've always had twitches.
Hullo, Magoria. I don't believe I know you.)
(Kittens are
But I'm more of a dog person)
Clone: I uh..*blushes* nothing...
(Oh Silente, you amuse me.
*pats on head*
*like a kitten*)
(I've been having a lot of fun with my Twitter account, if anyone here has a Twitter that I don't know about. I've been live-tweeting my re-reading of the Skulduggery series in preparation for the grand finale.)
(I know I do. It's one of my good points. And may I point out you have yet to disagree with my earlier statement.)
Assassin: Part of my job is to hunt down assassins who act like you. If I cannot change them, I kill them. I do not believe you are past saving. You already have the foundations to do what is right.
... It sounds to be important... Has something happened?
Oh do I now? Really? I have foundations to do as I like. I care not for rules.
*the sound of sirens slowly starts seeping into her enhightened senses*
Hmm..
Clone: No...well sorts but...but nothing bad I just...yeah.
clone: *looks away*
(I'm afraid I haven't time to role-play right now, but I've missed you all so I thought I'd just lurk here for a while. If anyone wants to have a conversation, that's welcome. If not, I will merely observe, a silent specter. Or perhaps I'll sing a song. Or tell some jokes.)
(*stares* why is my character being used by another.)
Assassin: Rules are a necessity. Without order, chaos will reign. If chaos is allowed to gain a foothold, people like you and I will be the first to die. Those who stir things up. You have caused trouble - how long do you expect to live? As long as you keep hurting your friends, they will despise you. As long as you keep accepting contracts from those who cannot be trusted, they will hunt you.
Being an assassin does not mean you have to betray and lie.
(sing a song!, sing a song!)
... What's happened?
(Why are any of us used by another? That, perhaps, is why the world is falling into disrepair. Humans were made to be loved, and things to be used. The world is falling because things are being loved, and people are being used.)
No it doesn't mean you have to. *grins* thats the fun part.
(im sorry)
(Sing a song, eh?
Very well then. Any requests?)
(*hangs head low in shame*j us wanted to join in)
(Sig a song
Sing a joyful song
Sing a joyful dog to celebrate!!
Or
I'm a spring chicken
I'm yellow and small
My feathers are fluffy and their keeping me warm
My legs aren't long so I'll never be tall
But I'm a real spring chicken and I'm having a ball
Chicken I'm a chicken and I'm having a ball)
(It is fine Phantas...you should make your own rp character though..*nods*)
Clone: Nothing...ignore me. *smiles* being silly.
(. . .
. . . I can safely say I've never before had such a request.)
(Soz their songs from my primary school
Do you know the lyrics to bohemian rhapsody)
Assassin: You wish to cause pain and suffering. That could be considered wrong. Instead think of it as a tool to be directed. You can still participate in the same acts of cruelty and violence as you would, just use them in a different way. You will lose nothing from this, and yet you will have kept a lot more.
... Oh, ok...
(Of course I do. Who doesn't? It doesn't feel right to sing that as a solo, though.)
*taps her foot impatiently as the sirens grow louder*
Please just get to the point.
(I've had a thought!
This is a big thing for me. I so rarely have thoughts.
How about I sing a song in honor of a Skulduggery Pleasant character. You can pick which one.
*ducks behind the stage in preparation for the big show*)
(Hmmm
Do you know 'I wanna ' by all American rejects)
(Oh
I watched this vid about songs dedicated to the characters
Taniths was I'm a bitch I'm a lover)
(dedicated to darquesse!)
Clone: *squeezes Leri's hands gently*
(*peeps out from behind the curtain*
*is wearing a stupid hat*
Which character do you want be to do? I'm pretty much just clamoring for something to keep me busy.)
Assassin: You need to direct your violence in the right manner. To keep all that you care about, including your own life. Without my help, your life expectancy is short. With my help, you will not die in combat. You will not betray your friends. We can kill those who you take contracts from. It will be a better solution.
(Darquesse. Got it.
*disappears behind the curtain*)
*squeezes the clone's hand back* ... Is there something wrong? You seem...
*the blood-red curtains part*
*revealing a darkened stage*
*a single red spotlight snaps on above me*
*illuminating me, standing there with an old-fashioned microphone from the 50’s*
*I am wearing black leather, goth makeup, and sequins*
*low voice*
Holy water cannot help you now
Thousand armies couldn't keep me out
I don't want your money
I don't want your crown
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
Holy water cannot help you now
See I've come to burn your kingdom down
And no rivers and no lakes can put the fire out
I'm gonna raise the stakes, I'm gonna smoke you out
Seven devils all around me!
Seven devils in my house!
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done
And now all your love will be exorcised
And we will find you saints to be canonized
And it's an even song
It's a melody
It's a battle cry
It's a symphony
Seven devils all around me
Seven devils in my house
See they were there when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done
Before the day is done
Before the day is done
They can keep me out
'Til I tear the walls
'Til I save your heart
And to take your soul
For what has been done
Cannot be undone
In the evil's heart
In the evil's soul
Seven devils all around you
Seven devils in your house
See I was dead when I woke up this morning
I'll be dead before the day is done
Before the day is done.
*bows low*
*the curtains sweep shut*
That's not the point. That's winding up to the point. What exactly are you offering/telling me/saying.
Clone: I'm fine Leri just...words...
A car skids to a halt at the side of the road a figure wearing dark hood half with long blonde braids hangs out of the driver side window
Oi,Do any of you know the name of this town. I'm looking for someone...
(Bravo! Bravo! Quite the performance!)
*watches Leif and Kari crawl and chase each other.*
(Thank you! Thank you! Oh, you're all too kind! Thank you!)
(*claps and throws Clara a rose* bravo! Tres bein! Magnifique!)
Assassin: I wish for you to focus on those who deserve to die, rather than those that do not. I will aid you to change your ways.
... Words?
*nestles next to tree*
*falls asleep*
Chris: *sits next to inky, runs webbed fingers through her fur*
(*catches the rose*
*sniffs it*
*waves*
Thank you! Thank you! Stay tuned for my next act!
*trots backstage*
*and into the dressing room*
*puts the rose in a vase*
Alright, who next?
This is fun.)
They call it Blogland.
Manuel: You are in blogland Sir. Welcome.
----
And why should i? I asked you before I ask you again, why?
----
Clone: yeah..words...*looks away as another blush colours her cheeks*
(er....Oh the reporter man! The one who was filming her!)
(Kenny the Reporter.
. . .
. . . okay.)
Assassin: Because otherwise, all that you love and all that will care about will be taken from you. I am speaking from knowledge and experience. I wish to protect you as much as I do the innocents you slay needlessly.
... I'm not sure, I understand...
BraideHood: this isn't my car,*pulls hood down* this isn't my face, the person Im looking for is myself.
(*the curtains whip open*
*flashing strobe lights all around*
*I'm wearing an all-sequined outfit*
*with a sparkly camera around my neck*
*sings loudly, voice heavy with auto-tune*
We are the crowd
We're coming out
Got my flash on it's true
Need that picture of you
It's so magical
We'd be so fantastic, oh
Leather and jeans
Garage glamorous
Not sure what it means
But this photo of us
It don't have a price
Ready for those flashing lights
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
I'll be your girl backstage at your show
Velvet ropes and guitars
Yeah cause you're my rock star in between the sets
Eyeliner and cigarettes
Shadow is burnt, yellow dance and return
My lashes are dry - purple teardrops I cry
It don't have a price
Loving you is Cherry Pie
'Cause you know that baby I
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi
Real good, We're dancing in the studio
Snap, snap, to that shit on the radio
Don't stop, for anyone
We're plastic but we still have fun
I'm your biggest fan
I'll follow you until you love me
Papa-Paparazzi
Baby there's no other superstar
You know that I'll be your
Papa-Paparazzi
Promise I'll be kind
But I won't stop until that boy is mine
Baby you'll be famous
Chase you down until you love me
Papa-paparazzi!
*bows*
*blows a kiss to the audience*)
...its been a long while since anyone has SAID anything about protecting me. You sound like my father.
Clone: It..sorry. I didn't mean to confuse you Ler...
(*claps * encore!!
Scape grace ? )
(Thank you! Thank you!
Scapegrace it is.
*trots off-stage*)
(Wooooo! *throws bubbles*)
(Yay stayin)
Assassin: Your current actions will lead to your death - or worse. I do not believe you are beyond saving. Ignoring my words would be a mistake. Every action has consequences. It is up to you whether or not you wish to die.
... What do you want to say?
*just stares at her *
your a nut
braidhood:*pulls out gun* you gonna be my guide or not?
(*the curtains sweep open*
*this time, the lights are red and green*
*it’s a little Christmassy*
*and I’m there with my sweater-vest and hipster glasses*
*loudly*
You know it's kind of hard
Just to get along today.
Our subject isn't cool,
But he fakes it anyway.
He may not have a clue;
And he may not have style.
But everything he lacks
Well he makes up in denial.
*SCREAMS*
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate.
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world needs wannabes.
So (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing.
My Back-Up Dancers:
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
And all the girls say I'm pretty fly
For a white guy.
*loudly*
He needs some cool tunes
Not just any will suffice.
But they didn't have Ice Cube
So he bought Vanilla Ice.
Now cruising in his Pinto, he sees homies as he pass.
But if he looks twice
They're gonna kick his lily ass.
*SCREAMS*
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate.
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world loves wannabe's.
So (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new thing
*loudly*
Now he's getting a tattoo.
Yeah he's gettin' ink done.
He asked for a '13', but they drew a '31'.
Friends say he's trying too hard
And he's not quite hip.
But in his own mind
He's the dopest trip.
My Back-Up Dancers:
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Give it to me baby. Uh-huh. Uh-huh.
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco, seis.
*SCREAMS*
So don't debate, a player straight
You know he really doesn't get it anyway.
He's gonna play the field, and keep it real.
For you no way, for you no way.
So if you don't rate, just overcompensate.
At least you'll know you can always go on Ricki Lake.
The world needs wannabe's.
Oh the world loves wannabe's.
So let's get some more wannabe's.
And (Hey! Hey!) do that brand new THIIIIIING!
*bows*)
I don't care about death. *glares*
Clone: ...*hugs Leri tightly*
(Omigod that's my fav song Eva! Bravo bravi!)
(I love that song too!
*throws a rose off the stage, to Inky*)
(*claps* hey how about China Sorrows?)
Assassin: There are worse things than death.
*hugs the clone back* ... What's the matter?
(*catches rose* hajj)
(China?
Very well. This one may take me a moment . . .
*goes backstage*)
*ahhh
I know.
*sirens are screaming now, it won't be long till they get there*
Clone: ...Leri...how do you feel about me?
(*the curtains open*
*the stage is dark*
*it slowly lights up with blue light*
*I am standing there, in a long, flowing blue dress*
*the stage lights up a little more*
*and soon, it is clear that the bottom of the dress is stained with red*
*sings softly*
She paints her fingers with a close precision
He starts to notice empty bottles of gin
And takes a moment to assess the sins she’s paid for
A lonely speaker in a conversation
Her words were swimming through his ears again
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for
Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe
Whoa, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frown
He senses something, call it desperation
Another dollar, another day
And if she had the proper words to say,
She would tell him
But she'd have nothing left to sell him
Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe
Whoa, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frown
Mona Lisa wear me out
Pleased to please ya
Mona Lisa wear me out
Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe
Whoa, Mona Lisa,
You're guaranteed to run this town
Whoa, Mona Lisa,
I'd pay to see you frown
Say what you mean
Tell me I'm right
And let the sun rain down on me
Give me a sign
I want to believe
There's nothing wrong with just a taste of what you've paid for . . .
*bows*)
Assassin: Avoid them the best you can. And avoid them happening to those who you care about. There are greater threats to worry about than you killing innocents needlessly. Focus on them.
... I... I don't know... You're a nice person, and a good friend... Why?
(*wonders if he's already been forgotten here*)
(*shrieks*
Ah! Vivanus! I forgot you!)
(Bravi! I love that song too!! What exquisite tastes we have!)
(Hey Viv ^^)
(Indeed, Inky! Verily, we are quite like-minded!)
(They say great minds think alike)
*sitting in the passenger seat in silence*
Braidhood: So?
so what?
Braidhood: Am I going the right way?
how am I supposed to know?
Braidhood: your the guide
you don't know me
Braidhood: fine whats your name
Wayne
Braidhood: hello Wayne now I know you *drives down another street* where are we?
(And we, it would seem, have the greatest of minds.)
(VIV YOU DI- I MEAN DON'T YOU DARE LEAVE FOR SO LONG AGAIN!)
*looks at the assassin*
It's not easy you know.
Clone: *smiles sadly* friend...okay. *nods* okay.
Assassin: I know. But you must try.
... What do you mean? You said friend like it was... disappointing?
(I agree with Silente. Vivanus, I hope you realized that my comment earlier was a joke.)
(Aww I'm getting emotional for te clone )
(Oh hell
My bro is twerk ing)
It is in my nature to kill you realise. And to not care who. Who am I to deny my nature?
Clone: No..being your friend is great Leri.
(I just want to mention that, after spending a year in Blogland and then returning to read the Skulduggery Pleasant books, it shocked me to see just how similar Derek's style of writing is and the style of most Bloglanders. It was incredibly fascinating to see how his work has influenced ours.)
(IS HE TWERKING BECAUSE OF MY FABULOUS SINGING?)
(*clapping* as the stage goes dark there could be a flash of white light, then they disappear in to the mist...)
(Ooh, do you have a character suggestion, Mr/Ms Magoria?)
Assassin: Nature can be changed. Manipulated. Used to your own ends. Scientists do this every day. You must do the same. If you do not care who, care about why.
... Could you explain? I'm so... confused... I don't know what you're trying to say...
(Sorry... Fell asleep again...)
(Nope
He twerk a all the time
It's disturbing)
(Hey Death)
(Twerking is an abomination against all I hold dear to my heart. Good clothes, good deeds, and good books.
I don't know how specifically it acts against those things, but I'm sure it must. Somehow.)
*the light from the sirens can be seen now*
Why...hmmm...yeah.
Clone: sorry..I'm not trying to confuse you..probably doesn't help that I'm confused. Well not confused but...yeah...sorry I...forget it.
(It's an abomination to dancing , to which I dedicated seen years of my life to)
(welcome back Rose. Its fine, I'm glad you got some sleep!)
(Melancholia St Clair as the death bringer..)
(I cannot dance. I find most dancing ridiculous. The great tragedy of my dancing career is that I only have interest in ballroom dancing [which I consider proper dancing], but I have no one to dance with.
Such is the tragedy of being un-popular.
*weeps softly*
Notice me, Senpai!)
Hi
(Oh! Melancholia! Very well. Give me a moment.
*trots backstage*
Or two. Potentially two moments.)
Assassin: It is your decision. I will warn you, however, that on your current path you will not last long. You will lose all you hold dear. It appears that we have ran out of time.
... Have I upset you? I'm... I'm sorry I'm not good with human emotions... could you... just please tell me what you were trying to say?
Seriously?!
I mean, REALLY?!
(Greetings, Snow, my unfortunately prompt friend.)
(I'd love to ballroom but I don't have a partner either )
(Hiya Snow)
Clone: No you haven't upset me! Quite the opposite Leri..
Indeed it does...and now I find myself with no place to go.
(hey snow...bad timing.)
(*the curtains open*
*I stand there, in the dark*
*a single white spotlight on me*
*dressed in a long ragged cloak, with a hood*
I know how to hurt
I know how to heal
I know what to show
And what to conceal
I know when to talk
And I know when to touch
No-one ever died
From wanting to much
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start...my love
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart...my love
People like us
Know how to survive
There's no point in living
If you can't feel the life
We know when to kiss
And we know when to kill
If we can't have it all
Then nobody will
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start...my love
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart...my love
I feel safe
I feel scared
I feel ready
And yet unprepared
The world is not enough
But it is such a perfect place to start...my love
And if you're strong enough
Together we can take the world apart...my love
The world is not enough
The world is not enough
No nowhere near enough...
*bows*
*disappears in a puff of smoke*
*re-appears backstage*)
(we can all ballroom dance together with imaginary partners, the true art form of ballroom dancing is practising with a broom for we know we will not step on its toes)
(Bravi! )
(Ok, sorry for leaving....but....I'm only going to be on on the the weekends now unless you are all very very lucky. Sorry, school work. On that note, hugs for everyone!)
(. . . That is a surprising way to cope with being a lonely wallflower, but I suppose it works.
Besides, everybody knows that there are a few . . .
*puts on sunglasses*
. . . perks of being a wallflower.
Soundtrack: YEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH!)
(How about for skulduggery?)
... So what have I done?
Assassin: Leave.
(Perfecto. I quite like that song.)
(Skulduggery. Okay.
Give me a second.)
Hmmm
Well, I guess it was kinda perfect timing for my thoughts. Maybe my subconscious knew.
I dedicate this page to you
Because I recently realized I know so many of you a lot batter than any of my "real life" friends. And it was odd, because I've never seen your faces, never heard your voices, but I would trust you lot with my life. (Which is more than I can say about my face-to-face friends...)
So, yeah... I dedicate this page to you.
(*hugs Viv*)
(I . . . thank you, Snow.
*hugs*
That means a lot to me. I've begun to think go my Blogland friends as the same way. Of which you are one.
So thank you.)
(HUGS!!!!!! *tacklehugs before remembering she doesn't actually like hugs* ...omg. Blogland has brain washed me...NOOOOO!)
Why?
Clone: everything and nothing Leri. Everything and nothing...
(Carrie Underwood- two black cadillacs.... for skulduggery?)
(*hugs Inky*
*hugs Sil*
*hugs Annika*
*hugs Snow*
*chest bumps Dragona*
*shakes hands with Phantas*)
(I better go to bed now
Work experience at a vets tomoz
C ya ^^)
(Bye Flick!)
*huggles Clara*
*tries to think of a nickname for her so I'm not always switching between Dlara and Annika*
*hmm*
Bye inky!
(Chest bump? What too manly to hug Draggie?)
Oh and one last thig
I'm considering making a vid saying that long welsh word
(*the emerald green curtains open*
*I am there, with a snappy suit and fedora*
*my gaze is downcast*
My Background Rappers:
Drop that
get up
Take to the streets
better lock that kid up
Face full of teeth when he hock that spit up
Pacing the beat like a beast
Rocking the block on repeat
Speak from the cut like a rush of blood
Paint red on the sleeves of the ones you love
Lay the sick ones down and the bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes let the dead men sing
*sings*
I shiver and shake the warm air cold
I'm alone on my own
In every mistake I dig this hole
Through my skin and bones
It's harder starting over
Than never to have changed
With blackbirds following me
I'm digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, it comes in waves
I'm getting back what I gave
I sweat through the sheet as daylight fades
As I waste away
It traps me inside mistakes I've made
That's the price I pay
With blackbirds following me
I'm digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, it comes in waves
I'm getting back what I gave
My Background Rappers:
I drop to the floor like I did before
Stop watching
I'm coughing
I can't be more
What I want and what I need are at constant war
Like a well full of poison
a rotten core
The blood goes thin
the fever stings
And I shake from the hell that the habits bring
Let the sick ones down
the bells will ring
Put pennies on the eyes
let the dead men sing
*sings*
With blackbirds following me
I'm digging out my grave
They close in, swallowing me
The pain, it comes in waves
I'm getting back what I gave
I'm getting back what I gave
I'm getting back what I gave . . .
*bows*)
(*sorta wishes that Sil TC was ok so that Viv could hug her*)
(See, there's another Blogland thing. In real life, I utterly loathe nicknames, and yet, here in Blogland, I enjoy them.
It's quite odd.)
(Sorry I poofed.)
Assassin: You will be arrested.
... You're talking in riddles...
*laughs at Annika because nicknames*
*applauds because that was awesome*
(Thank you! Thank you!
*bows repeatedly*
*blows a kiss at the audience*
Fanboys: *faint*)
( in the land of blog any name goes)
(there will also be a SilTC who is okay for Viv to hug...she never shuts up in my head.)
Sil2: *hugs Viv tightly* idiot.
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*smiles* being arrested ain't so bad. It happens.
Clone: Sorry...Leri...i think..I mean I might...Leri I like you a lot...more than a lot..like a very lot...
(Arnold, I don't think any of out characters shut up.
Philip (Clara, that is now what I am calling you) you should do a Ghanith song. *nods*)
(Aw, well Viv's waiting. Sometimes I use him for homework....)
*hugs Sil*
Love you.
(One Ghanith song? Coming right up, Joe.
*goes backstage*)
*lays in grass*
(you use him for homework)
Sil2: *lays her head on his shoulder* I love me too. *grins* love you more though.
Assassin: Clumsy. We are not to get arrested. Or attack the authorities. We are to leave.
I... Oh... You... Keelah... I'm... I'm sorry... I had... I had no idea...
*hugs the clone*
I... I like you a lot, too...
(Greetings Loki!)
*She curled up against Loki's side*
(*the curtains part*
*the lighting on-stage is blue, criss-crossed with red laser-beams*
*I am wearing an impeccably tailored suit*
I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me
Thinking 'bout us, what we gonna be
Opened my eyes, yeah, it was only just a dream
So I travelled back down that road
Will she come back? No one knows
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream
I was at the top and now it's like I'm in the basement
Number one spot and now she find her a replacement
I swear now I can't take it, knowing somebody's got my baby
And now you ain't around baby I can't think
I should've put it down, should've got the ring
Cause I can still feel it in the air
See her pretty face, run my fingers through her hair
My one-day wife, the love of my life
She left me, I'm tied
Cause I knew that it just ain't right
I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me
Thinking 'bout us, what we gonna be
Open my eyes, yeah, it was only just a dream
So I travelled back down that road
Will she come back? No one knows
I realize, yeah, it was only just a dream
When I be ridin', man, I swear I see her face at every turn
Tryna get my Usher over I can't let it burn
And I just hope she know that she the only one I yearn for
More and more I miss her. When will I learn?
Didn't give her all my love, I guess now I got my payback
Now I'm in the club thinking all about my baby
Hey, she was so easy to love
But wait, I guess that love wasn't enough
I'm going through it every time that I'm alone
And now I'm missing, wishing she'd pick up the phone
But she made the decision that she wanted to move on
Cause I was wrong
I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me
Thinking 'bout us, what we gon' be
Open my eyes yeah, it was only just a dream
So I travelled back, down that road
Will she come back, no one knows
I realize yeah, it was only just a dream
I was thinking 'bout her, thinking 'bout me
Thinking 'bout us, what we gonna be
Open my eyes yeah, it was only just a dream
So I travelled back, down that road
Will she come back, no one knows
I realize yeah, it was only just a dream
*bows*)
*crosses her arms over her chest*
Are we?
Clone: *hugs her back* ...I think I might like you more than liking someone as a friend..
(*slaps the clone* JESUS CHRIST GET A GRIP AND USE WORDS!)
(@Sil: for debate mostly...)
*kisses the top of her head, laying his face in her hair*
I love you MORE.
(I often find that pretending I'm a fictional character and/or a fictional character myself sometimes helps me through difficult homework.)
Sil2: nope. Not possible. Error.
(*gives Philip a standing ovation*)
(An Oreo just fell out of my shirt... 0.0 I am so confused...)
((My mothet is banned from the grill. Period.
Me: Mom, the flame shouldn't be coming that high.
Mom: You think? I think it looks fine.
Me: Lower to heat.
*fifthteen minutes go by*
Mom: *comes out with charcoal food* It's still red inside.
Me: How the hell..?
Mom: I'm assuming that I burnt it.
Dad and I: YEAH!!!
-Zaf
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