I have just pressed SEND.
By pressing SEND, I have emailed off the completed book to my agent and editor. It will now be sent to the copyeditor who, amongst other things, will be checking for grammar and spelling mistakes that I've missed but, more importantly, will be ensuring that everything I've written makes sense.
She will be checking facts and figures and timelines, scouring her notes on the other books to make sure I haven't contradicted myself... A good copyeditor in invaluable, and I have a great one.
It's done. I wrote the two Scapegrace chapters that I'd left until last. Oh, and I ALSO included the winner of the Die Horribly competition...
It took me until last night to pick a winner. I was sent 30 finalists out of everyone who entered. Of those 30, I quickly whittled it down to 15. Then, not so quickly, down to 10. Then it took me ages to narrow it down to 5. Then 3.
There were some great entries. Lots of funny reasons why people reckoned they should be the reader I pick to kill horribly in the book. But I needed something specific. I needed something that would fit in with what I'd written. And there was only one reader who fit PERFECTLY.
So congratulations to Lewis Holmes, from the UK. You shall have the distinct honour of being Horribly Killed in The Dying of the Light.
Lewis' death was the last thing I had to write. Now it's all over. Sure, I'll be sent the copyeditor's notes to approve, and there'll be a little more fiddling around between now and printing time, but...
... but it's over. I have finished writing Skulduggery Pleasant.
I think I need to lie down now.
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*breaks her own finger as an experiment*
*cries out and ends up biting her tongue*
*puts that idea on the back burner*
*grabs the clasp on her cloak*
*starts manipulating it*
*making it tighter*
*and tighter*
*and tighter*
*until she can't draw a breath*
*ignores the fact shes now in the air*
*breaks her own finger as an experiment*
*cries out and ends up biting her tongue*
*puts that idea on the back burner*
*grabs the clasp on her cloak*
*starts manipulating it*
*making it tighter*
*and tighter*
*and tighter*
*until she can't draw a breath*
*saunters though the prision, hearing voices*
*stops where everyone else is, in front of Silente's cell*
*looks at her with cold eyes*
*rips the cloak away from Silente and slams her into the ground hard enough to knock her unconscious*
*cushions her fall with her arms*
*screams as her arms brake but remains conscious*
*mets Chi's eyes*
*holds her gaze*
Now now, you better snap out of your murderous stage or you will be either dead or still locked in this jail cell in 5 days time Little Vampire.
Keep her under observation. Remove anything she could use to kill herself. If she still manages, get a healer down here ASAP. She won't die.
*turns to Silente* I told you that you would not escape me.
I'm going to get a healer to look at my hand. It got some tissue damage whilst making the arrest. *walks out of Silente's cell and locks the door securely*
If she escapes, I'll kill you all.
(i have to go now. Bye!)
Bye Dragona!
Bye dragona
TEMPESTTTTT
*Laughs then stops suddenly*
Wait was Dragona serious about "killing us all"?
*Burts out laughing again*
(bye drahona!)
*looks at Chi*
I...I'm...I....
*starts crying slightly*
*looks away*
He will kill us, so listen. ((Sorry I fell ssleep)
Now imagine that. 5 days time, Blake has Trip as his best man, Mithria couldn't make it and my other maid of honour killed herself or is in jail. How would that make me feel on my wedding day not having anyone beside me?
I also need someone to go dress shopping with.
*Attempts to talk through all the laughing*
H- He can come right back and try!
*lol's some more*
Oh gods I've never really fought for my life here. Then again if he tried I still wouldn't be!
*keeps laughing*
*looks at Chi*
*tears streaming down her face*
You left me behind.
*releases a sob*
*looks away again*
*whispers* you left me.
How did I leave you behind? I had no idea you were doing this. I was too stressed about the wedding. and the planning.
Hello, all!
((ffs now I'm crying! I can barely see!))
*whispers*
I didn't fit into your happily ever after.
*is full on crying*
*finally realises what she looks like*
*her hair is scruffy and knotted*
*her clothes jave blood on them and are ripped*
*she's a broken toy*
*curls up in the corner*
Salt shaker...
I'm leaving now. Bye!
Oh god.
Yeah.
Trip is going to have to be Blake's best man.
Yay! An excuse to stop feeling emotions! *drools at character development into even more of an asshole*
Also, if you need someone to go dress shopping with, Trip can be pretty effeminate.
Bye Amethyst!
((Aww Silente!))
You are in my happily ever after. You're like my sister. You're my best friend and going to be my maid of honour. What would Matex say if he saw you like this? you love him.
((bye Amethyst!))
Lol Trip no.
I am NOT taking you shopping for my wedding dress xD
*sobs harder*
Matex.... he didn't say it back.
*sniffles*
I'm no ones happily ever after. No one wants a broken toy.
*curls up tighter*
But I can be all sassy and stuff. I'd make a great dress shopper! And I'm not usually prone to squealing, but you ARE getting married so if you really need some squealing when you find the right dress, I can oblige.
*decides it's probably a wise time to step from the shadows*
Oh yeah, then how the hell did I end up engaged and with a kid? Some people dig the whole broken toy thing.
*wraps her in a big hug, a very secure hug that he uses on criminals to prevent them escaping, but a rather comforting one nonetheless*
*doesnt point out that his wife ran off with Alastair*
*and that Tadra is a bit broken*
*instead just murmurs*
Your not broken though Trip.
*Tacklehugs everyone in the general area with clones (Exept Chio of course, she gets the real thing)*
I'm back!
*turns to water and reforms inside the bars*
You're not a broken toy. I love you like a sister.
*stares* what the Hell?
*smiles sadly at Chi*
Look at me Chi. Really look at me. Look at the type of person I am. Look at the sort of stuff I do. Look at what I physically /am./
*spreads her arms wide*
All I am is a discarded, broken plaything.
I feel I should respond to that be listing my 'psyco cred', but we'd be here too long.
And, I know you wanted to point out that my relationship crashed and burned, but for nearly a year until some god damn alchemist phenomenon wrecked it I was in a happy, functioning relationship and have a child. Being a broken version of a person doesn't stop you being one.
Hey Blake, Zaf.
*The clones dissipate into shadow and he stands up*
Well said Trip. Silente nobody gives a rats ass what you physically are other than being slightly jealous of your athletic abilities.
*damnit Tempest*
*damn you and your emotional rp**damnit damnit damnit*
*walks over slowly and hugs her gently, not letting her go, stroking her hair*
*Slowly and casually throws glitter bombs at the two of them hugging without breaking eye contact*
*looks at Blake*
It's not just physically. I can't control myself. I tortured people! I kidnapped Zaf and I-
*stops and changes direction of that sentance*
And Sam and Dugglyn too. I enjoyed hurting them. I enjoy hearing them suffer. Then I acted like their friend the very next day. I'm a monster. And you all refuse to see it! Open your eyes! I have killed thousands of innocent people! I have laughted and danced on their graves! I-
*stops again, shakes her head and just sits down in the corner facing the wall*
[Is this hug a little crowded? Yeah, maybe you should get out. But then what do I do? Awkwardly watch? Yeah, 'cause that's not creepy. YOU'RE A GOD DAMN SOCIOPATH WHO TALKS TO HIMSELF, YOU COULDN'T GET MUCH MORE CREEPY!]
Silente. Which part of "nobody gives a rats ass" did you not get. We all know that's not who Silente is. And we all love Silente for who she is.
You're screwed up, I get it but you need help.
((Hi, people! Well, incorrect use of people. Hi, everyone!
can I join in?))
*hands a note to Blake, it says: Hey, do you think if I slapped her and told her to buck up 'cause we've all got these problems and she's just being a whiny bitch about them she'd get over it? It's worked before.*
I once kicked a guy into a furnace and lectured him on what the flaws in his plan were while he slowly burned alive.
But that is who Silente is! I am that person! I did those things! Not someone else. Me.
((Hey!))
*Hand the note back to Trip with a message scribbled on the back: Not really sure, I was gonna try it but then then started having their heart-to-heart girly moment so I just opted to go with the glitter bombs*
Yeah.
You just have to deal with the fact you did bad things and move on. In the end, it's that or death, because if you fail at one it'll drive you to the other.
((herrow, Trip!))
((how's the banana thievery going?))
((Hey Emerald! Sure if you really want too..))
*majestically sends a mental picture of roses to Tempest*
*expertly folds the note so it makes a new note: maybe we should just do it. Tough love is not always girl love, but it works.*
((Not so well, people have started going public with their stories of banana theft and now everyone's buying banana security systems. However I both produce and sell those, so I'm making a KILLING.))
(Trip, Blake, you two are hopeless. I swear.)
((thanks!))
Um, Silente? *walks over hesitantly*
You're an amazing little vampire. Try and look at the good side of yourself, not the bad. Because if you look at it too long, it'll be all you can see.
((Hey it's worked in the past, we're just considering every possible answer to the situation at hand))
((niiiiice. *is accordingly appreciative*))
There is both like and dark in each of us. I will have Jekyll come and talk if you'd like.
((*momentarily proofed to imagine less touchy-touchy stuff*))
Yeah. Sure.
*sighs*
*looks around the cell*
*sighs again*
(XD Tempest. Amazing)
That's outdated Victorian bullshit. I'm amoral and I love it.
((To avoid any kind of spat, that's Trip, a character whose going through massive emotional problems right now and is mostly dealing with them by avoiding them. He has quite a bit of pent up rage.))
No don't bother Jekyll. Theres no point.
So Silente, you feeling better now?
*hopes and hopes and hopes*
((Blake has no pent-up rage as he either gives no shts about issues or beats the crap out of them :D))
*weak (and completely fake) smile*
Probably Emerald.
*raises an eyebrow* You know, we're actually here for you.
By the way Silente, you can't lye about your feelings to a guy who can literally look at them. You aren't okay in the slightest.
However, I could make you okay.
I know you are.
*weak smiles*
*is still hugging her and stroking her hair*
You..stop looking at my feelings! I put a lot of effort into hiding them!
*glares*
I could easily look at them if I wanted, Silente.
*smiles* Good.
I think what girls do when they feel bad (at least, according to chick flicks) is eat ice cream and watch a movie.
Want to do that?
*is quasi serious*
*sighs*
Chi..
*smiles*
I'm sorry for being such a screw up.
*leans into her*
*whispers* sorry.
*hugs her back*
*grins*
Sorry kiddo, not gonna happen.
Now, hurry up and be a good girl so you can come dress shopping with me. Don't kill, torture or kidnap anyone for the next few hours/days. *hugs her tightly then lets go*
*sinks into his shadow and pops up a moment later with a few tubs of ice-cream and a case full of what he believes to be girly-lovey-chick flick movies*
*He's not entirely sure though*
*smiles* *steps into shadows* *shadow-walks away*
((sorry, poofed again))
We'll see trip..
*sighs*
So. How long this time Zaf? And at what point are you going to let me put posters up in here? And add a name plaque as well..
You know, they're about to go dress shopping, so I hope those aren't for us. I mean, I love you and everything but not in that way. Besides, you're engaged!
I'm keeping you until dress shopping, and next time I will file a full report.
I'll try Chi. I'll try.
*smiles at her*
So is anyone gonna use these?
*Holds up the ice-cream and movies*
Ooh! Ooh! Ooh!
*Jumps up and down, and raises her hand*
*Blinks*
*Oh wait*
*Steps out of yet ANOTHER shadow in the prison cell*
*Apparently it has a lot of those*
*And they're really deep*
*nods at Zaf*
Understood. I'll try. It shouldn't happen again.
*looks at Blake*
I'll happily have every tub of ice cream you brought.
Good. Lets not make a habbit of visiting me under these circumstances, eh?
I think its already a habit Zaf. And always the same cell!
*smiles at her*
Yeah! You know, a couch over there, a lamp here... Maybe a rug, this place could be quite cosy!
So, Blake, what're the limits for your bachelor party? Murder? Assault? Robbery? Please don't rule out robbery. Please!
*sighs* Yes, and more papers to write.
((ah sorry Gtg. Night guys!))
((chi dress shopping tomorrow? Pick me up at my cell!))
((Ooh! Take me too! Bye Silente!))
Trip, what is this "limit" word you speak of?
Oh
Okay.
Oh goody.
*sighs and walks back to my office, and just hits head on the desk*
I'm either brb of leaving.... not sure which yet. Just don't be surprised if I'm not back tonight.
That's fine Blake
Hello, is anyone here?!
Hi Leila! I'm Dugglyn, nice to meet you!!
SilenteTC . . . :( *hugs*
*wishes I'd been there for that*
Greetings!!!
SEMPTEMEBER!!!!!!!!!! Mithria was asking me for you, you should probs talk to her but hi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
September* How the heck did that 'M' get in there?
Anddddddddd you're gone.
Just back from laser tag for my friends b-day. XD so fun. I am a ninja
Is anyone still on? Chi? Snow?
Kinda here wbvd
That's fine Snow. I was reading back the rp from last night. That's was an interesting night...to put it simply. Turns out SilenteTC has grown somewhat independent.. that's quite suprising..
I think she might be a psychopath in all honesty. I'm not sure if what happened last night was a game to her..
Anyway how are you?
Im good
Good! Thats good! :)
She's not a psychopath, trust me.
I mean -
"Grandiose sense of self-importance"?
Nuh-uh.
None of that side is there, and she still cares about people, so -
no.
(Oh. :P Bit late.
Msd, might be distant.)
Boom boom
Zaffy sleepy
Hey Zaf. :)
The great thing about non-fiction books is that everything mentioned in them is actually real and you can actually google it and find out more and it's so cool.
I mean, imagine reading SP, and then going "ha, that's cool" and being able to go visit your local Sanctuary or go on websites about magic.
It would be like that. O_O
Who knows Star. I mean if you believe in the multiple universes theory then it is. And maybe its even true in this universe.
Its weird to think that in one universe everything we rp is actually true. In some its the past. Some the present. And for some, for some we are writing their futures..
@Silente: *nods*
Although I believ we roleplay an altered version of it, and that what we rp is kind of a twisted version manipulated by all the layers of reality we're seeing it through . . . .
*really msd - going out soon*
Also, if Silente were a psychopath, she wouldn't be Silente.
It's like how when my characters go into the past and meet themselves (this generally only happens in fanfic in my head :P), they generally work out that the other version of themselves isn't them. It's someone similar to them, maybe it's someone they used to be, but they aren't the same person.
I believ people chnager into different people.
Well she'd still be Silente just not the one you thought she was.
*is sat in the middle of her cell*
*wondering what to do*
*she'd spent all night carving patterns into the walls*
*her nails were stumps by now*
*she was boooooooored*
*and still waiting for Chi*
*gets up*
*walks around*
*jumps up and down*
*goes back to walking*
*looks at the blank roof*
*sighs and kicks at the dust and rocks from her earlier carving*
*wakes up in my office and realizes I fell asleep working* Oopsie.
Jekyll: *walks past the cell of Silente* You know, your theory is ever more true. I mean it.
*starts throwing a decent sized rock up and down*
*picks up two more and juggles them*
*smiles and keeps adding more rocks without stopping*
*looks at Jekyll* which theory? I have so many.
Jekyll: About having good and evil. I remember you have attacked Zafira before, haven't you? You're thinking like I do, each of us has both light and dark. You realize this, and that makes you stronger. Why do you think you aren't in a transport car to a gaol? Zafira values that, she often will look at both sides of a crime, and then decide. You've technically earned yourself a few decades, but Zafira values you realize you're good and evil.
Stronger?
*laughs slightly*
I'm the weakest person I know.
*smiles*
If I was strong i wouldn't let the dark get so powerful. And I iust though Zaf was ridiculously forgiving or something. I mean, personally the first time I attacked her I expected to be thrown in s goal. This time I thought I'd be dead. But here I am.
*shrugs*
But that's me for you.
Jekyll: Look at me, Silente. I have Hyde, he has killed and tortured so many. I'm in America now, do you know why? Because Zafira saw sense when Grand Mage Graves did not. I asked to come to America because I know Zafira isn't stupid. You're not dead or in a gaol because obviously she sees something in you. That's how she is, she'll try to help you. I mean, granted we've had some people who are beyond help. She has yet to imprison Niccolò Croatoan, and he's probably tortured her to near insanity at least four times. So, you're not weak, or you would be in a gaol.
*tilts head to the side*
How do you help people like me? And what if I am beyond help?
Jekyll: If you're beyond help, and you cannot see the error of your ways, then she will punish you according to the laws. If you can see you've done wrong, and you can manage to stop, and lead a life normally as possible, she'll leave you be. People simply view her as crazy, I understand. She was one of Ravel's supporters, but the ones who say that never were in the country while she's been in power. *laughs quietly* I sound insane, I should have let her speak to you, but I'm afraid she's trying to figure out why she hasn't seen Elder Tesla. Work has been done, but the Elder is...nowhere. I told her perhaps Elder Tesla is searching for Alastair and Adra.
Your not insane. Well maybe a little bit. I'd heard that Elder Tesla had gone missing. It's rather worrying. I do hope you find her. One last question. What if I can see the error of my ways but I fail to stop? No matter how many chances given. What if i carry on like this? What then?
Jekyll: I really do not know. You will be the first one she has had. As for our Elder, work is being done, that's the odd thing.
*smiles*
Work is odd? How unorganized is the American Sanctuary?
*shakes head*
Do you like what I've done with the place by the way?
*gestures to the patterns carved into the walls*
If only I'd had some paint. It would've looked much nicer.
*sighs*
Jekyll: No, its odd we have yet to see her. I'd be quiet, do not make comments about the Americans. I'm English and I still would not. *looks at the cell walls* Yes, I can see you need some paint. Perhaps I can borrow some from Christopher, Zafira's youngest son.
*a cool mist rolls in*
*the mist stops in front of Silente's cell*
*the droplets get closer and closer together, then from a person*
*she gasps in shock*
Gasp!
But Silente....your...... but......Masky......vampire........should have known......why?
((Hi, all ye all!! How be's yous!?))
*waves at Dugglyn*
Hey. How's your arm?
*turns to Jekyll*
Could you? I'm sure Zaf would prefer paint to carvings..and blank walls to decorated ones but it's the only thing I could do to pass the time.
((hey! Im fine! You?))
Jekyll: Certainly. *goes, and finds Christopher's paint, and comes back placing it in the cell* That child has an artistic talent.
Hopefully I'll get to see some of his work one day.
*smiles*
*pours some orange paint into a pallet*
*dips a brush into it and starts adding colour to the swirls and spirals carved into the wall*
*crosses her arms with one hand protectively on the spot where the blade cut her arm*
*decides whether or not to reply*
It's fine.
((I'm good!!!!))
Oh good. I hope it didn't leave a scar. As pretty as scars are I doubt you want any.
*still painting*
I haven't seen you in a while. What's the ninja banshee been up to hmm?
I dedicate this page to zombie caterpillars!!!!! They are my new minions!!!!! They go up your nose and eat your brain and they are extremely awesome!!! Every since Tuesday night I have been able to threaten people successfully. Sometimes people make fun of them or say they won't work and then they go cry in a corner! Have some respect people! Do you want them to come get you in your sleep and go up your nose and eat your brains?? If not, then give them the respect they deserve!
I don't believe people have good and evil.
I don't believe they have evil sides and good sides.
I believe it's all mingled and mixed, and that they have different traits, and that . . . well, determination is generally seen as a good trait, but stubbornness is often seen as a bad one. And they're really the same thing, there's just positives and negatives to that trait.
And I don't think you have good traits and evil traits. I believe that all your traits have good and bad things about them.
So I don't believe that people have good sides and evil sides. I believe they have a kaleidoscope effect of billions of different sides reflecting off everywhere, and each side both shines and casts a shadow.
Like how being mean is a bad thing, but it's also a good thing.
And being nice is generally seen as good, but there are plenty of downsides to it.
The Valkyrie/Darquesse thing . . .
I don't believe people have evil sides like that.
I really like Valkyrie as a character, though - Derek did make her, basically, a real person. And I really respect that. :) And I like how I don't really like Valkyrie. I think that's good. *nods*
I also like Skulduggery, as a character.
Skulduggery's interesting . . .
*looks away from Silente*
*stays silent for a a little while*
*sighs*
Well I got an army of zombie caterpillars. I have also been trying to find Masky!
*glares at Silente*
I was going to try and catch her unprepared and make her pay for the things she did.
Jekyll: Perhaps when you learn to behave.
And I don't believe that people can turn to their good side.
Their good side is everywhere.
But I do believe that people can become better people and learn to master themselves better so their sides work more to their and other people's advantage.
((Nice Star!! I wish you had gotten the ded!!))
And they can also -
you know, if you rearrange the sides, maybe emphasise some more than others, there will be different relections and different colours and a different pattern will form.
(@Dugglyn: Thanks. I make speeches on a regular occurrence though. And then I would have to shape what I was saying to make it fit the ded.
I don't say these things so people can say "hear hear". I say these things so people can listen to them and take them in and maybe revise their view of things a little.)
*stops painting*
*sighs and continues*
You can still do that. She's being released when Chi comes to go dress shopping. A lot of people don't think that's fair. I doubt Masky is safe when she gets out.
*thinks back to Blake's words last night*
And she won't be allowed to forget any time soon either...
Zombie catapillers sound cool.
Jekyll: Your point is valid, Star. Though mine has gone through countless hours of research, I see you have your own theories.
Yes perhaps Jekyll. If I can learn to behave.
Yeah.
Maybe I'm just going through life being wrong and deluded but I view my theories as slightly more than theories.
Also, Silente it is /wild/ banshee ninja. Don't forget it!!!!
Hehe
((Yesterday in Irish, teacher was telling the 82s to don't forget it and my friends and I turned to each other and started saying don't forget it in a weird creepy voice!))
(I can't do weird creepy voices. XD)
Right. Wild banshee ninja. Got it.
*nods*
*gets a diddrent brush and changes to yellow paint*
(I'm in quite a harsh mood today.
That's interesting.
I think it's because I've been out and just been drifting in my head and so forgotten how to do communication.)
((Just realized that you all probably don't understand parts of that last post.
Irish= Irish dance
82= intermediate 2
I am an intermediate 1 so I am an 81!!))
(I /love/ doing creepy voices! My friends all think I am insane and creepy and part of that comes from my creepy voices!)
Jekyll: *goes back to work*
So Dugglyn. Any plans?
*glances at her still painting*
Or are you going to talk to me all day?
(I think maybe I should just leave until I remember how to communicate, but then again I'm not going to remember not doing it . . . :P)
(My friends think I'm very weird, I think.
They probably have lots of thoughts stemming off that, like they probably think I'm insane and embarrassing and explosive and argumentative and annoying and rant-y and ununderstandable and they probably think I have a lack of awareness of what people think or that I don't mind how what I do looks to people and they probably think all kinds of things, I don't know, I've never been in their heads.
I should think about my friends more often, though, it's interesting. Thanks.)
*leans against the wall*
I probably won't attack you. Chi wants you to go dress shopping with her. It's her wedding! I won't be able to make it because of school and then Irish dance so I am going to be nice and not beat you up.
*laughs at the 'i won't beat you up' part*
Thanks. It's appreciated. Very appreciated.
*gets a New brush and start painting in silver swirls*
*ponders a bit*
I don't have any plans yet.
((Snow, if they are still your friends then they are good friends! My friends are awesome!! That includes all ye bloglanders!))
(Sorry I poofed!)
You don't? Does that mean your going to stay and chat?
*is slightly hopeful*
That is, if you want to..
(@Dugglyn: Eh. I think half my friends are only friends with me because falling out would be too stressful. XD
I do have some good friends, though . . .
*nods* :)
I should probably disappear, I'm sorry.
I'm in a really odd mood.
*hugs you all*
Love you.)
((i guessed you did))
((your awesome star! Love you too! (as a friend) bye! Hope you perk up!))
Herro!
((Dumb gerbils. I go to refill their food, and they're guarding the bowl, Coco sits in the bowl, Snowball tries to nibble me, so I pick Coco up, then the bowl, then put Coco back. Yeah Coco squeaked angirly at me.))
((Ugh, I need to write a short story. It can be about anything! That is the problem, I don't know what to do! A boy in my class is doing ninjas vs Al Qaeda and our class convinced him that they are headquartered in Switzerland! XD he believed us!)
(Goodbye Star!!!!!! Hi Sam!!!!!)
(Oh my Zafira, gerbils!!!:))
((Hey Sam!))
((Aww poor you! Poor Coco!))
*walks over to Sam*
They caught Masky and found out who she is. It's Silente.
*walks back over to Silente's cell*
Yeah, I'll stay and chat for awhile.
Don't know if I want to....
Yeah I can understand why you wouldn't want to talk..
So zombie caterpillars? Sounds scary.
*Blink*
*Blink*
But...
*Her face crumples*
*hugs Sam*
Yeah, I know...
She gave you a body and built you a house. She was our friend!
*glares at Silente*
Do you /see/ what you have done to us!?
*looks at Sam*
Sam I-
*puts the brush down and walks to the bars*
Please don't cry. Please.
*lays her head on a bar*
Please.
*Gulps*
...
*Opens her mouth*
...
*Gulps again*
*But no matter how much she gulps, she can't seem to swallow the lump in her throat*
*hugs her tighter*
*looks at Sam with pleading eyes*
Sam...
*hangs her head and droops*
Sorry Sam. I'm sorry. And you Dugglyn. I'm sorry.
She's still your friend.
No matter what else she's done, she's still your friend and she's been good to you and helped you out.
The bad things don't change that.
And as she's always helped you out, don't you owe it to her to help her out now she needs it?
(Sorry. Couldn't resist commenting.
SilenteTC . . . :()
((My cat just got stuck on the couch!XD))
((Aah he just nibbled my nail. Snowball is on my shoulder...))
*Gulps*
...
*Quickly walks outside, hoping some fresh air will help her out*
*thinks about what Star said*
*looks at Silente*
*looks at her arm*
*looks at Sam*
*looks back at Silente*
Ok, Silente.
Ok.
((I didn't know gerbils were that much trouble Zaf!!))
((@dugglyn silly cat!))
((@zaf awww!))
((@star its okay :) you can comment if you want))
((msd for food))
Sam.
*watches her go*
Sam...
*quietly bangs hee head against the bars over and over*
**her
((Comment as much as you like Star!!))
Silente, banging your head on the bars will not help. Please stop, before you give yourself a concussion!
*walks outside after Sam*
*sits beside her*
(Dugglyn, you amuse me with all your exclamation marks. :P
*hugs*)
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