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Re: Random Epics « Result #1 on Nov 19, 2009, 12:42am »
Andrew, Okay, so I’ve decided that Liz is right, that I do need to talk to you. I’ve been… reluctant to, to say the least, because I remember all too well how the beginning of this year was. Maybe you didn’t know what you were doing, it’s all right, it didn’t bother me too much, I understood (sort of), but… I much prefer the easy friendship we had been falling back into recently. Before… I laid the clues and lead you to Allpoetry again. Yes, you may have thought you were doing it yourself, but I wanted you to go there. Because I’m a coward. Because I couldn’t say the things in that poem or on my profile to your face, but I still wanted you to know them. I… that poem was, admittedly, overdramatic. I was… hurt, obviously. But I know it’s not your fault, and I’m sorry if I made you feel like it was. I just… hated the fact that you liked me at the end of last year, and that still nothing happened. I can’t describe that feeling. I’m getting off topic. Anyways, at the beginning of the year you were ignoring me (in a way), telling me you hated me, that I sucked, and even if you weren’t completely serious… you don’t say those things to people who you actually care about, or at least you say them in a different way than you were saying them to me. It felt… more real… when you said them to me. Things were definitely on rocky terms. All we did was argue, all I did was hurt. But… after weeks of putting up with it, trying to rationalize your actions, unloading my thoughts on Kriss, to Liz, and in writing, things finally got relatively… smooth again. It was like you had a split personality. God, remembering that makes me want to just hold my tongue and hope for things to go back to that again, like it eventually might, but… but I think that would be unhealthy. I would be leading myself on without knowing the truth. It’s not right to feed yourself pretty lies when the truth is so far from them. Telling myself that you do like me, that maybe you will “come to your senses,” that maybe you’re just thinking of the best thing for me, or for yourself because you don’t trust my feelings—it isn’t good for me. I need to know the truth, and this is why I’m writing this to you. I have been planning this speech out in my head for a few days now, but I find myself improvising now. I can’t remember what I said before, what sounded so good. So fuck it, I’m winging it. Where was I? The poem, right. Well, I was feeling pretty comfortable in our situation. You were talking to me, acting like I was a normal human being, a friend, even. Maybe even more- at least, that was how I was interpreting it. “He really does like me.” It was only about a week and a half, maybe a little more, but I got comfortable, confident. I decided it was time to make a move. I started a story. A true story, for a change. I wasn’t hiding the truth, I wasn’t protecting names, and I wasn’t pretending it was about anyone else. I was planning on showing you, until today I found out you can’t read my handwriting, and so I’d have to type up the 28+ pages (it isn’t finished). Obviously it was about you – about us. About our past, about our situations, everything I could remember. Dreams, stories, reasons… the truth, basically. And.. it got me happy, got me… optimistic, confident. Remembering all of the things in the past, all of the things I didn’t see at the time (that I still might be mistaking, but doubt that I am), and I forgot the present too much. I decided you should know that I still liked you. I told Liz in front of you “When I’m done with this…” and I motioned to the black Journal with the truth in it. You asked what it was then. Through where your questions lead I could tell you figured out it was about you. Soon after that you told me of your escapades on Allpoetry. Looking at other peoples’ old stuff and that you couldn’t find mine. That gave me an idea. I went home, changed my name on there from Shiny Immaterialism to Euphy so you could find me, changed things on my author page to tell about my situation with you – giving you a decent warning that I liked you before you found my poetry. I told myself if you saw that and still read my poetry you probably liked me, because that would mean that you wanted to know how I felt, what I wrote, right? Well, in English I got Liz to get on Allpoetry and look at something (I forget what) so we could lead you back there. Liz was watching you and telling me what you were doing. She didn’t know at that point that I was leading you there, I don’t think. You got on AP and on Jacquelyn’s page. I got on my account and the author page so it showed my name and let you see it. Liz said that you found me. The moment of truth was coming up. I found out that you did eventually look up the poem I wanted you to see, though I don’t know if you saw any of the others. Yes, there are more. They aren’t exactly accurate anymore, but they were accurate at the time. I waited. Things at first… still surprisingly seemed normal. Liz told me that you talked to her about it and said that it made you feel bad – which, believe me, wasn’t my intention, but still made me happy, in a weird way, because doesn’t that mean you care? Isn’t it better than what I know you’ve done previously, made girls cry over you before (which, I admit, I have done too) and then laugh at them? Like I said, at first things were okay… but they slipped again, like I thought they would. The budding friendship has all but disappeared, replaced by awkwardness and stumbling words that I don’t really mean. So this is why I’ve decided to talk to you. Things aren’t changing for the better, you know and I see things staying the same, so I have to ask. I was debating waiting until after our OSU trip just to save tension and awkwardness, but I think I have to say it before then. If I wait, I know I’ll lose my nerve, especially if you start acting friendly again. When that happens I never want it to change (for the worse, anyways), so I won’t take risks anymore. So I want to know a few things, and it would be great if you would answer me, since I have taken all the time and effort and pains to write this for you, and to lead you to your answers (do I still like you (yes), what do I think of you (that’s a long story), do I hate you (no), etc.), so now I feel that I deserve a few of my own. I know that you are in a relationship, and you may not like answering these questions because of this, but I would really, really like if you would. These are my questions. Most importantly, do you still like me? Next, what do you want from me? (Do you want me to leave you alone? To stop showing you what I feel? Do you actually want me to continue? Do you want to be friends? Do you want to know everything or nothing? Do you want me to act like nothing has happened? To show you more accurately how I feel (I’ve been holding back, trying to act more normal that I feel like acting.)? Do you want me to ignore you?) Next, do you like Abby more than me? (I expect you do, since you’re in a relationship with her.) Uhm… gosh, I have a million questions, why can’t I remember them? Oh, if you don’t like me anymore, why? Is it Abby, something I did, just natural? I liked you from 7th-12th grades, how much of that time did you feel the same? Uhm… hm. And… this might be one of the more important ones, how have I made you feel? Good, bad, angry? Confused? Before you reply, I want you to know more about… how I feel. I like you. More strongly than usual, than I have anyone else, and I don’t think it will ever go away now. I like everything about you. Seriously. Even the things that I used to pretend annoyed me. Well – very nearly everything. I didn’t like when you told me you hated me and stuff, but that’s to be expected. And also, the things that I don’t particularly like I can deal with. Nothing about you bothers me, which in itself bothers me, because I feel like some things should bother me. But they don’t. Like your racism. Doesn’t bother me. Hasn’t ever bothered me. I don’t give a shit about ACT scores or grades, I care about personality and chemistry with people, I care about stuff in common, and a person’s heart, their mind (and I don’t strictly mean intelligence, though you do have that. I mean the way their mind works. You (it seems to me) think of ways to make people happy, to make them like you. I like that. Your mind also works to protect yourself, and I find that endearing too.), and their intentions. The way you always comment on how smart I am like it’s a bad thing makes me believe you think I think you’re stupid- I don’t. In fact I believe the opposite. You may not be great at everything, but very few people are, even I suck at things. I suck at Social Studies, and figuring people out (or maybe that’s just you), I suck at… basically everything that’s not Writing, being Creative, and Memorizing things. You just don’t seem to see that. I’m not proud of those things, but I think the way you keep thinking of me as “a genius” really… separates us. It’s like a barrier. When you aren’t at school I miss you. I never say it, because I also suck at… this, at letting people know how much I care because I don’t think you want to hear it. I still dream about you – it’s a rare night when I don’t. I don’t know if you wanted to know that fact, but I suppose since everything else is coming out you might as well. Now, don’t get me wrong—they aren’t weird dreams. It’s just usually… you’re there. Or we’re… doing something affectionate. Holding hands, or… smiling at each other. It’s weird, I know, but it’s not weird. Recently we’ve been talking in my dreams, talking about us, basically it’s me trying to figure out exactly what’s going through your head. Or sometimes you and Liz have been doing something and I’ve been… left out or forgotten. Last night I think you were kissing her, like at lunch that one day. Ha, I told her today I was happy she wasn’t straight, because I feel like you two would be together if you were- was that too much information again? Sorry. Anyways, that’s how things are. Please answer my questions. I would have done this face to face, but last time I tried that I spent over a year trying to get the timing right. We never seem to be left alone. Ever. Ha, except the day after I told you I liked you, in the hall, when I told you I got over you, because it was hurting too much to know you liked me but that nothing was going to happen- why? Because I wasn’t the perfect girlfriend, the Abby you wanted. But, whatever. I just… need to know whether I should move on, or if there is still… anything. Any hope. Any future. Just tell me the truth- I can handle it, whatever it may be. Don’t gloss anything over, please. If we aren’t meant to be together, or even friends, then we aren’t. That isn’t what I would wish, but I would heal. Thanks, sorry again.
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Re: Random Epics « Result #2 on Nov 10, 2009, 1:01am »
First Phone Call to Canada
In a world of millions of people, where the only way people exist are as aliases, avatars, and typed words on a computer screen, it is surprisingly easy to forge bonds of friendship. Most are superficial and evanescent. But then there are some people that you meet and get to know and realize that the meeting, if a coincidence, was a huge coincidence, because the two of you are so alike you share the same thoughts, the same height, the same likes and dislikes (even though they’re really, really weird), and even the same friends, even though you both live in different countries.
This is how Meon and I are. The name Meon is an alias, of course. Her real name is Kriss. I also have an alias- Euphy. At this moment we have been in contact over the internet for a little over a month and a half, and we’re ready to take our friendship “to the next level.” It’s time to hear each other.
The number I had gained a week earlier was, after much anticipation and careful timing, going to become materialized on my phone’s display screen, and along with that number, my friend as well. Once the phone starts ringing I realize how reckless this is, calling without warning. What if her step-mom answers? We joked about this scenario, claiming I should make heavy breathing noises, but that would just end badly for Meon. What if I accidentally ask for Meon? I’ve gotta remember to call her Kriss. Call her, and call her Kriss. The name felt odd.
The phone lines connect, and I already forget what I was trying to remember. A voice asks, “…Hullo?” and my heart is pounding.
“May I speak with Kriss?” My voice sounds too high pitched. Her advice to just hang up if anyone answered but her just popped up in my head. How am I supposed to know if it’s her, if I’ve never heard her voice before? “I sound like a 12-year old girl,” I remember hearing her say- well, seeing her type. This person does not sound like a twelve year old girl.
Before my fear can convince me to hang up she answers, “Yes, yes it is. Who… oh. Oh. Is this…?” I could hear the rest of her sentence through the air on the phone and I laugh to myself as I realize how odd that question would be to anyone but either of us. “Is this Euphy?”
And then I realize that this is Kriss, Kriss on the other line, Kriss from Canada, Kriss the separate but same person as me, and I can’t stop laughing. “Yes,” I choke between bouts of giggles. “Yes, it’s me.” And the sound of her laugh, the sound of her voice is the best sound in the world as the revelation hits us, that we are hearing each other. Suddenly we really exist in the world someplace, instead of as letters on a screen. Suddenly we are real.
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Re: --&& I turn from the mic to breath « Result #3 on Oct 21, 2009, 12:40am »
Character Name: Cinder Raize Gloinrode (pronounced Glow-in-road) Male or Female?: Male Weapons: Two plain but trustworthy medieval-style swords, a pepperbox revolver, and a concealed dagger. He can use a bow, though. Do you have previous Role Playing experience? : Yes If so, how long have you been RPing?: Two+ years. Character History: At least one paragraph please: Cinder grew up in a war-stricken, small tight-family-like-community in the wild plains of the Jagan isles. His parents had been subsistence farmers in the vastly unnurturing lands, and barely scratched out enough food for themselves and his two brothers. He was the middle child in the family. Many times his family couldn't get enough family, and so many times relied on the aid of the family-like community to help feed everyone. Nearly every night they ate beets with cornbread, and in the winter they ate pickled beets with cornbread.
It was this environment that taught Cinder all he needed to know of hunting, and fighting, for many rogue wanderers and starving deserting soldiers happened upon their small inhabiting with empty stomachs and high hopes for the "undefended" outcropping. And so all boys- and even some older girls, when boys were wont- learned to wield a blade and fire a gun in defense of what they love.
When he could, cinder would find a lone deer or rabbit, half starved from the sparse vegetation of the twisting plains, and take it for the good of his family and village. It was a rare and joyous moment when anyone could have meat. He so enjoyed the feeling of making others happy that he developed his skill sharply, and was soon the best hunter in the village, better even than his older brother, Bracken. His younger brother, Duke, was pitiful at hunting, but good at tending the animals and cultivating the land.
Things were tough, but happy, until a small band of soldiers came through and raided the village. Many of the small community were lost in the attack before they could completely wipe out their attackers, leaving maybe one ninth of their former population. Cinder's parents were among those that were killed, and his younger brother Duke was maimed. He lost his right eye and now has a scar that goes vertically across his right half of his face.
After that attack the village was never the same, and so all who remained packed up what little they had (made lesser because of the rogue soldiers' thievery.) in the maybe four wagons that the village owned communally, and left the Jagan isles. They were given ferry to the Continent of Emeria and from there they now travel the lands as nomads.
That is what his village is doing, but Cinder and his brothers Bracken and Duke travel as rangers, or rogues, and earn what money they can to send back to their motley family. Likes: Nature, animals, the colors brown and green and blue, food, meat specifically, helping others, making others (who deserve it) happy, spiced cider, fine clothing, but is fine with what he has, women, and justice. Dislikes: Injustice, being hungry, the colors red and purple, pickled beets, cornbread, those who hurt others, big cities, large crowds. Age: 22 Would you like to participate in the Main Plot? : If allowed to, he can. What RPing would you like to do?: Standard RP Character's Culture: Medieval Culture Character Image/Description:
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Re: The Mercury High « Result #4 on Aug 8, 2009, 8:48pm »
Chapter Two. "I Feel So Much Better Now That You're Gone Forever." Song:: Gone Forever - Three Days Grace
Don't know what went wrong, don't know what's going on.
The cold, damp asphalt bit away beneath frightened feet, bitter wind blowing against and through the citizens of the usually mild-tempered town. A never-ceasing chill of this year's early winter made dead things dance as if attached to strings as brightly lit shop windows reflected the bent figures fighting to keep hold of their warmth. Brightly colored scarves and rainbow clothes of the trendy youth were dimmed and ignored by the two unwittingly so close to each other, the two searching for the same fix in different things. Searching for forgetfulness. And a remedy.
And both thought Club Noble would be the place where they could find what they sought. Mazen had gotten there first, had danced for hours before Crevan found himself wandering into the club, had lost himself in the music so deeply that he had almost found his remedy. Almost. But music was just the most recent item on the list of Things-Mazen-Has-Tried-to-Lose-Himself-In that numbered around 19, and would quickly increase to twenty-one, even before Crevan arrived, before he ever had a chance to save the day. Before he even knew he had to.
Feels like a hundred years, I still can't believe you're gone.
Neither had seen each other physically since the fight those two long months ago, though they met in dreams... nightmares, every night. Sometimes in the odd waking dream that caught one or the other positive he had heard the door, had heard his name, had heard the other's voice... But no. How could the other know where he was? Crevan had left their one-time-paradise for good, hadn't returned at all. He'd taken out a new loan with a different bank and got a cheap three-room deal above a pet store, hadn't even bothered with a phone or cable. He never spent much time at home, these days. Well, at his house, anyways. Crevan didn't know exactly where "home" was, anymore. It might still be at Apartment 76... if the small boy had stayed. Crevan forced the thought away time and again. This was for Mazen's own good. Hell, it might not be only Mazen's home anymore... it might belong to--
A flash of blue and that bastardly smile assailed Crevan's inner eye. The pavement white with frost seemed tinged blue suddenly, and then red as hot emotion welled within him again, his heart wheezing suddenly into dusty life again. It hurt. God, did it hurt. Snow. Focus on the snow. It was snowing. It was cold. Catch a snow flake. One in the eye. It hurts. It hurts.
So I'll stay up all night, with these bloodshot eyes.
A flash of emerald from a shop window and he was already seeing-- focus. Focus. Focus, damn it... But he already knew nothing could hold his attention. Unlike Mazen, who had many passions, Crevan couldn't lose himself, ever, even for one second, even partially, in anything. What passions did Crevan had? Video games? Pfff, they held his attention for a maximum of, what? ten minutes? After studying video games for two years in preparation for making them he was familiar with every concept on a mechanical level, like an old argument that one knew all the points of every side already, like the lines of a play one has seen one hundred thousand times, roughly half of the times Crevan had replayed the last scene where Mazen was in his life-- focus.... What passions did he have? Music? The thin, cold air was suddenly like liquid around him, too thick to breathe, too solid, too insubstantial... and then the liquid-air was in his eyes too, blurring his vision, attracting blatantly nosy stares from the bearers of the colored scarves. No, music was... not a part of his life anymore.
Nothing that might remind him of... that might remind him, was in his life anymore. No Enzyme. No Oblivion. No Music. No Color. Especially certain colors. Green, and brown. Pink. No Flowers. Crevan bought a whole new scant wardrobe from a thrift store, since he had no more garments than the ones he left with. No ties- those were... he received them as presents a lot. Bright, flashy ties. Ones with cute animals, custom ties, ties with his art, his designs on them... No seasonal decorations. No mirrors. He couldn't bear it if he saw... if, accidentally, in the bathroom mirror he saw a tattoo... or that scar... He had even sold his grandmother's car, opting for scant groceries instead. Some of those stains in that car... Even the groceries was treacherous. Certain foods... pocky... any meal that Maz had made... Lasagna, Homemade Soup, Hamburgers... There was very little Crevan could eat, in reality. Crackers. Cheese. But not the spray cheese. He could eat cottaged cheese. And spicy foods, if he didn't think too much about why he hadn't eaten them much recently...
While all these walls surround me, with the story of our life.
But even if Crevan had gone back to apartment 76 he wouldn't have found what he was looking for, nor anyone he knew, as a matter of fact. For as Crevan had felt, so had Mazen. There were too many memories, too big of a wound, so that nearly all of his flesh was the painful, red flesh nearby. He could cook, but not many meals. He ordered out a lot- but never chinese. His own small apartment with Chris was oddly devoid of pictures, and of posters, and music, and laughter, and filled instead with awkward silences, half-formed sentences that were startled away with the realization of implications, left to hang and fill the room, of bruised emotions, and quiet sobs that both pretended didn't exist, and half-packed boxes, one thoroughly taped and which hadn't been opened in the two-ish months since he'd arrived, which had, in fact, been pointedly ignored.
Chris kept ambiguously telling him that he was better now, that he was free to live his life how he wanted now, he could be happier. Mazen would nod meekly, never raising the courage nor the will to tell her how fucking wrong she was, that he couldn't live the way he wanted, because the person he wanted... Well, Chris was just trying to help. She had been more than gracious, more than patient... she had been the best friend that she'd always had the potential to be, but Maz knew he was wearing on her nerves, even through his atmosphere of self-pity and denial, through his universe that contained only himself and the 99% empty space between he could tell he needed to go soon. He had told her this. She had insisted that he stay. Like he knew she would. He would be fine, he had insisted back. She didn't press too hard... she was truthfully ready to have him gone.
I feel so much better Now that you're gone forever.
And after months of searching for a way to lose the rest of himself Maz had made it to Club Noble. The lights are what attracted him, and the music. The comforting, mind-numbing beat, and the crowd... oh the crowd. Normally Mazen didn't really like crowds, he was so short he got bustled about a lot, and he was largely ignored while in them, like he didn't exist... He had found what he needed. Wriggling his way into the stifling club with the flickering Neon piping Maz lost himself, which is just what he wanted. That was the first time. And that time the music had been enough. After that the crowd was enough. Then the Dancing was. Then the alcohol. Maz was already living across the street from Club Noble by that time, so the alcohol was no big problem. He made it home every night in time to sleep enough to go back the next day. He wasn't working anymore, slowly depleting his college fund his father had so in-adequately provided. As if that would make reparations. A sick, black laugh wrenched itself from Maz's lungs at the thought that the money his father had given him guiltily because of alcohol was fated to buy yet more alcohol. Irony at its best.
This, perhaps, could be seen as the beginning. Mazen's finding of Club Noble. Or perhaps the fight with Crevan. Or maybe so far back as his father becoming an alcoholic... yes, Crevan would blame Maz's father before it was over. And Zeph. Oh how much he wished he could blame him. And Chris. If she had tried a little harder to keep Maz... and Rey. If Rey hadn't been such a dick maybe Crevan wouldn't have ever come into Mazen's life. But he knew that wasn't true. He would blame Mazen, then quickly decide against that and search for another target. His own parents, for bringing him into the world... no matter who he through the blame at it would always bounce back and stick to himself. But it is not time for blame yet, because our crime has yet to happen. But soon, very soon.
I tell myself that I don't miss you at all.
When the effects of the alcohol were dulled after long weeks of dependence Mazen was desperate again. He had been fearing the time when the alcohol, like the rest of his self-prescribed remedies, lost it's amnesiatic effect, and it had finally happened. Music, crowds, dancing, and alcohol had all lost their potency- even when combined. None could do anything but remind him why he needed them anymore. Music: Crevan loved music. Crowds: He had once been lead through crowds by Crevan's protective hand. Dancing: It wasn't the same without a partner, without Crevan. Alcohol: Crevan would never have let him drink.
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The Mercury High « Result #5 on Aug 8, 2009, 3:57pm »
Disclaimer:: Krissu and Euphy own the characters in this story. We own the idea. We do not own any lyrics you may see in the following chapters. All artists/bands/recording companies own the songs and the lyrics ect. Neither Euphy or Krissu claims to own the songs in any way. Crevan is Euphy's (and Mazen's) and Mazen is Krissu's (and Crevan's)
The Mercury High
Chapter One. "Is He All The Things You, Tried To Change Me Into?" Song:: My World- Sr-71
Bright reds, oranges and yellows danced in front of his vision, along with every other color you could imagine. There were deep purples, bright blues, forest greens, brick reds, and every other color of the rainbow. There sweet aroma wafted through the small shop, but he refused to be distracted form his goal. No amount of bright, beautiful flowers could deter his mind from what he wanted. And what he wanted was a very specific kind of flower. No, he didn't bother looking at the bright orange lilies, or the crimson red roses. He didn't stop to ponder the pure white daisies, or to smell the multicolored carnations. No, Crevan was here for one reason, and one reason alone. And that reason was to buy the dark pink orchids with the white around the edges. Not everyone liked orchids, Crevan wasn't really that fond of the flower himself, but Mazen adored them. He'd often been told that they were his favorite flower, so every chance he could get, Crevan would buy the biggest bunch he could afford. And today, he had a very, very good reason for buying them.
It wasn't, after all, every day that someone celebrated an anniversary. The occasion was made even more special by the fact that he was celebrating it with his high school sweetheart. Relationships rarely lasted outside of high school. Many of them ended because the people would be parting ways, or because they were going to different colleges, or because they just didn't want it to work. It was difficult for both parties in said relationship to make things work when they had masses of studying for college exams, part-time jobs, and other things that would affect there lives to focus on. Most people simply did not have time to cater to the needs of someone else. However, somehow, Crevan and Mazen had survived through there last years of high school. Mazen had applied for the Neon Spring's Institute of Fine Arts, the school that taught everything from acting to painting to some forms of literature and graphic design. Crevan had done the same. Both of them had been shocked that, not only had they gotten in, but that they could now rent an apartment together. Mazen had been very, very happy about that.
Crevan smiled as the florist wrapped the flowers he'd purchased, thanking the man before turning out of the shop. He'd already bought chocolates, Mazen loved anything sweet, and so he tossed the flowers in the front seat of his grandmother's old car, the one she'd given him, and slid into the drivers side, stuffing the key into the ignition. He couldn't wait to get home; Mazen had told him he had a surprise for him, and if Crevan knew Mazen, then he knew what it was. Smirking at the idea of spending a romantic evening alone with Mazen, he started the car and pulled out of the parking lot, driving towards the apartment the two men shared.
The fastest man in the world, fast asleep at the wheel Nobody wants to be alone, so how did I get, here
He drummed his fingers against the steering wheel, eager to get back. Back home where there was likely to be a nice meal, and good music, and a warm bed, and, of course, Mazen. Hell, he'd go without the nice food and the bed and the music as long as he got to spend today with the only person who even mattered to him any more. Turning down the street number seventy six was located on, he blinked, noting several cars outside of his house. Why were there people there? He'd thought he had made it very clear that he wanted to be alone today, just him and Mazen. So, who could those four plus cars belong to? Because surely there friends wouldn't show up today of all days...Right? Sighing, he shook his head, pulling up into the driveway, having to park nearly on the road because there were other cars crammed in there, he shut off his car, grabbed his purchases, and began a swift walk towards the building, determined to find out what everyone was doing here.
When Crevan opened the door, he was greeted with a loud shout of 'SURPRISE!' and he blinked, noticing that many of there friends where there. All the members of Enzyme were here, as well as many of the other people they'd met throughout the course of there schooling career. He blinked, frowning slightly as he noticed the navy blue mop of hair that could only belong to one person, and one person alone. A person he was, in fact, not very fond of, and that was putting it lightly. The only person, really, that had stood between him and Mazen being together like he'd wanted for what seemed like forever. Yes, the blue mop of hair and golden eyes could only belong to one person. Zephyr.
When I look at you, I see him staring through Awake and a smile, cuz he's been inside of you Is he all the things you, tried to change me into? Is he everything to you?
Crevan blinked as he felt arms wrap around him, and he looked down, only to find very, very green eyes looking back at him. He cocked an eyebrow, silently asking what all this was about, and the boy giggled, smiling one of those smiles; The ones that made Crevan weak in the knees and his heart flutter, no matter how many times he'd seen it.
"Happy anniversary, Crevan!" The boy snuggled closer to him, and Crevan could practically feel his cheeks turn red. "I thought we could have a party, you know? I thought...it would...maybe be fun...?" He peered up at Crevan, chocolate brown locks falling into his eyes, only adding to the puppy dog look he was going for; Adding to the look he used whenever he was attempting to sway Crevan into doing something for him. Of course, Crevan usually did whatever Mazen wanted anyways, and vice versa, but the eyes certainly helped. The blond sighed, running a hand through the crazy brown locks before chuckling slightly.
"Yeah...It's a great idea, Maz."
The main reason he did whatever he could to make the boy happy was to see his reactions. Sometimes, when the boy was happy or excited, he would squeal loudly and then hug the person nearest to him, usually Crevan. Sometimes, when he was happy, he would smile a huge smile and clap his hands and jump up and down. Sometimes, he would blush madly and smile and look very embarrassed but pleased. And there were the special times, the ones where the two of them were alone and Crevan did something that made Mazen happy, where Mazen would simply smile and rest his head on Crevan's shoulder and whisper 'I Love You' and would return to whatever they were doing, be it watching a movie or playing a game. This time, however, he smiled brightly and hugged Crevan close and kissed his cheek and whispered "Thank you, love" so low that only Crevan could hear. The two parted and Crevan held out the presents he'd gotten for Mazen, receiving an 'Awww' from those watching. Mazen blushed furiously, taking them with a small 'Thank you.'
"Hope we're not interrupting anything you had planned, Crevan." He knew the voice, but he didn't want to look up. Instead, he took the glass offered to him, peering up through his lashes, sighing silently. Why Mazen had invited him was beyond Crevan's understanding. After all, Mazen knew he didn't like him. Mazen knew that, after everything that had happened, Crevan would be quite happy to never see the man again. Hell, Crevan would do with never having to talk to him. After the hell he'd gone through to get Mazen with him, where he belonged, and away from that creep Zephyr, Mazen knew he'd never want to associate with him again; Not in a million years.
Does he make you high, make you real? Does he make you cry? Does he know the way you feel?
Crevan glanced up after a moment, a cool expression slipping into place. He sipped the drink Mazen had handed him and shook his head slowly. "No. In fact, my friends are always welcome." He made sure he put emphasis on the word, and noticed the other falter and then scowl slightly, turning to engage himself in conversation with the nearest person. The man smirked, shaking his head lightly. Obviously he'd thought that Crevan would get upset and say that yes, they were interrupting something they'd planned. He knew the blue haired man was hoping Crevan would get angry with him. But he wasn't. Crevan kept his cool and navigated through the room, locating Mazen talking with the blond haired girl he'd once thought the brunette had a crush on. Berry noticed Crevan approaching them and smiled, waving at him before saying something to Mazen and bouncing off in the other direction. Mazen smiled lightly at Crevan, and the blond wrapped his arms around him once he got close enough.
Love is all around you, your universe is full But in my world, there is only you
"Why'd you invite that...That thing?" Mazen blinked, looking up at him, noting the frustrated expression on Crevan's face before sighing and shaking his head, rolling his eyes.
"You're not still on about that? Come on Crevan. You've just...Gotta move on and put your dislike for him behind you. I mean, if I can manage to be friends with him, surely you can? Or at least learn to ignore him?" Mazen pouted lightly and Crevan sighed in exasperation, shaking his head.
"Maz...I can't help it. You know that. I just hate the guy. There's not really much that can be done about it, alright? Just...Please don't invite him to the next one?"
"Aw. Come on Crevan! He's still my friend! I mean, I know that some pretty bad stuff happened, but if Zeph and I can work past it, can't you and he? It's tiring when two grown men keep acting like children." Crevan closed his eyes for a moment before pulling his hands away from the other, crossing his arms over his chest.
"I'm not making any promises, Mazen." This wasn't what the brown haired boy wanted to hear, so instead of smiling at the other and saying 'Thank you for at least trying!' he pouted, huffing in an unhappy manner, hands on his hips. Pouting again, he walked past Crevan, engaging in conversation with Raz about Enzyme. Crevan shook his head, sighing at his boyfriends somewhat childish antics.
I can still find the smell On my clothes and skin I can still see your face, when you're sleeping next to him
And so, the party progressed, Mazen's slight annoyance with his boyfriend had faded, like it always did. Everyone danced to the music that flowed through the house, ate the amazing food Mazen had cooked and prepared, and just generally had a good time. After all, Crevan and Mazen were known to throw some of the better parties. As the night progressed, however, Crevan found himself feeling rather ignored by Mazen. He knew it wasn't on purpose; There other friends kept dragging him off to talk to him or ask him about something or complementing him on something he'd made.
Normally, it wouldn't bother him. He would brush it off and laugh and maybe go have a chat with some of his friends about something. But today was supposed to be there special day. Just for the two of them. And Crevan had planned on spending a romantic evening alone with Maz. But no, things hadn't gone the way he'd planned, and Crevan was feeling very sour indeed. Was it really too much to ask to spend an evening alone with him? Sure, they always did things together but today was supposed to be different! It was supposed to be romantic and charming and amazing. But now they couldn't have the evening alone. Now they were surrounded by people, and Crevan couldn't even get to talk to Mazen!
I can still see your face, when youre sleeping next to him Is he all the things you, tried to change me into? Tell me does he�
He took a sip from the amber liquid in his glass, sighing lightly, eyes scanning the room. He noticed Berry having a discussion with a black haired girl he'd met in college. He noted that Raz was in deep conversation with Chris, about what, he didn't know. And then, his eyes landed on the huge leather chair in the corner of the room. It took him a moment to realize just who it was that was in the chair, and when he did, his knuckled clenched around the glass he was holding, causing them to turn white. Because once again he knew who that blue mop of hair belonged to, and he also knew who the brown, out of control hair belonged to. And the two looked to be in a very compromising position. He let out a slight snarl, and before anyone could stop him, he brought his arm back, throwing the glass with full force, watching it shatter against the wall near them. The two jumped, and Mazen pushed Zephyr away from him, a clear look of disgust on his face.
Everyone went silent for a moment before Crevan stalked across the room, grabbing the man by the collar and jerking him to his feet. "Just...what the fuck do you think you're doing?!?" He didn't give Zephyr the time to answer him, because before the male could open his mouth, he had slugged him right in the jaw, causing the other to stumble backwards, clutching his face, before scowling and returning the blow. And soon, there were fists flying everywhere, connecting with jaws and stomachs, shoulders and any other part of the body they could reach.
Does he make you high, make you real? Does he make you cry? Does he know the way you feel? Love is all around you, your universe is full But in my world, there is only you
And suddenly, he couldn't swing his arms any more. Someone was holding him back. He struggled for a moment, scowling until he heard Raz's smooth voice. "Crevan! That's enough!" The blond struggled for a moment more before going limp in his clutches. Glaring daggers at Zephyr, he yanked himself away from Raz, the taller man having loosened his grasp on the other, and pointed towards the door, a dangerous scowl on his face.
"Get...the fuck...out...now." Everyone was silent as Zephyr glared at Crevan, picking himself off the floor and hobbling towards the door. The loud bang echoed through the house, and Mazen cleared his throat. Everyone's eyes snapped from Crevan to him, and he nervously glanced around the room.
"I...I think everyone should go now." At the skeptical looks he got, he shook his head, biting his bottom lip. "It's alright...I can...take it from here." Everyone stared at him for a moment more, before they all muttered there goodbyes, some casting anxious glances towards the couple, some paused near the door. But after a moment, everyone had cleared out. And the silence blanketed the apartment once again. This time, it was thick with anger and fear and sadness and hurt. But no one spoke right away. Neither of them broke the deafening silence.
I've had enough of fears, you let them out Now I wrap myself around you Like a blanket full of doubt He's your everything
"...So....What the fuck was that?" It was Crevan who broke the silence first, and he was looking at Mazen, eyes narrowed, fists clenched. Mazen wouldn't meet his eyes, not because he had anything to hide or be ashamed about, but because he was afraid of what he would see on the others face. He scuffed a foot, biting his bottom lip, shaking his head.
"I know what...you're thinking C-crevan. And It wasn't what it--"
"Don't! Don't say 'It wasn't what it looked like' because I can damn well see, Mazen!" He heard a sharp intake of breath, and then angry jade eyes met his own. The smaller boy balled his hands into fists, scowling lightly.
"Well it's true, Crevan! It's not like that! You damn well know it!"
"Well what the fuck was it I saw, then? Hmm? Cause it fucking looked like my boyfriend in a lip lock with that fucking bastard!"
Mazen balled his hands into fists shaking his head, but before he could speak, the other was talking again.
Does he make you high, make you real? Does he make you cry? Does he know the way you feel? Love is all around you, your universe is full But in my world, there is only you
"You know what? I think you still fucking love him! Why else would you try so fucking hard to be his friend after the fucking hell he put us through?! Maybe he's better for you then I am!" There was a piercing silence for a moment before Mazen lurched forward, sanding in front of him, anger etched into his features.
"You....You know what?!? Maybe he fucking is! At least he wouldn't go around accusing me of doing shit I didn't fucking do!"
You make me high! You make me real! You make me cry! Now you know the way I feel Love is all around you, your universe is full
There was no silence that followed this. There was no chance for Mazen to add the phrase floating around in his head; To softly whisper words of comfort. He didn't get the chance to say Because he would know I loved only him. And didn't think about other people, like you should, Crevan. You shouldn't be so afraid of losing me because I love you so much. And I'd never leave you, not in a million years. I wanna be together until we die, and even after that. No, the only thing he had time to register was that Crevan's hand had lashed out, and now, he was in a bone crushing hug. He blinked, and listened as the other spoke.
"Well...If you feel that way...Then fine." There was no love in his words as he let the other go, causing the brunette to stumble backwards as he watched Crevan pad his way to the front porch. He gaped, lurching after him, skidding on the slippery kitchen tile as he came to an abrupt halt. Crevan was slowly shoving his arms into his coat, refusing to meet the others eyes.
"Crevan! No! I didn't....I don't...You...I love y--"
"No. I'm tired of this, Mazen. I'm tired of him always coming between us, and you defending him, and all that other bull shit. So I'm solving the problem and taking myself out of the picture." He glanced up at the other, watching him crumple on the floor, tears flowing from his eyes as he shook his head over and over, repeating the phrase 'Don't leave me here alone.' He shook his head, turning towards the door, hand on the knob. "...I do love you. I just can't stand by any more while he's around. And since you seem so fond of him, I'll leave you to it."
Mazen knew he was just angry. They did fight now and then, and when they did, it was usually bad. But he'd never threatened to leave before. He shook as Crevan opened the door, and sobbed loudly, face in his hands. "NO! D...Don't! D-don't leave me! P-please! I Love You!!"
But he was already gone, the slam of the door echoing through the now empty apartment. Mazen let out a sob, his hands tangling in his hair, giving a sharp tug, alerting him that he was, in fact, awake. And this wasn't a nightmare that he was going to wake up from. He cried out, for someone, anyone. But no one was there to answer him this time. No one was coming to pick him up off the floor and rock him and tell him it was alright. His savior was gone, and some how, Mazen knew he wasn't coming back. "...CREVAN! PLEASE! COME BACK!!" He yelled over and over until his throat ran dry and it hurt to yell. But he didn't move. He stayed curled in a ball on the cold kitchen floor, tears streaming down his face.
And at that moment, the same soul in two bodies uttered the same words, the same phrase flowing from tear stained lips and taught, pursed lips. The same soul was calling out to it's missing half, wondering where it's counterpart had gone.
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Re: --&& I turn from the mic to breath « Result #6 on Aug 5, 2009, 7:42am »
The Mercury High
Bright reds, oranges and yellows danced in front of his vision, along with every other color you could imagine. There were deep purples, bright blues, forest greens, brick reds, and every other color of the rainbow. There sweet aroma wafted through the small shop, but he refused to be distracted form his goal. No amount of bright, beautiful flowers could deter his mind from what he wanted. And what he wanted was a very specific kind of flower. No, he didn't bother looking at the bright orange lilies, or the crimson red roses. He didn't stop to ponder the pure white daisies, or to smell the multicolored carnations. No, Crevan was here for one reason, and one reason alone. And that reason was to buy the dark pink orchids with the white around the edges. Not everyone liked orchids, Crevan wasn't really that fond of the flower himself, but Mazen adored them. He'd often been told that they were his favorite flower, so every chance he could get, Crevan would buy the biggest bunch he could afford. And today, he had a very, very good reason for buying them.
It wasn't, after all, every day that someone celebrated an anniversary. The occasion was made even more special by the fact that he was celebrating it with his high school sweetheart. Relationships rarely lasted outside of high school. Many of them ended because the people would be parting ways, or because they were going to different colleges, or because they just didn't want it to work. It was difficult for both parties in said relationship to make things work when they had masses of studying for college exams, part-time jobs, and other things that would affect there lives to focus on. Most people simply did not have time to cater to the needs of someone else. However, somehow, Crevan and Mazen had survived through there last years of high school. Mazen had applied for the Neon Spring's Institute of Fine Arts, the school that taught everything from acting to painting to some forms of literature and graphic design. Crevan had dome the same. Both of them had been shocked that, not only had they gotten in, but that they could now rent an apartment together. Mazen had been very, very happy about that.
Crevan smiled as the florist wrapped the flowers he'd purchased, thanking the man before turning out of the shop. He'd already bought chocolates, Mazen loved anything sweet,
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I...I'm really sick of fighting with you. I can't take it any more, Maz! I...really can't." krissyxpotter (07:59:38 AM): and Maz krissyxpotter (07:59:47 AM): << who was obviouslt regretting w/e it was he said euphadoratonks (07:59:46 AM): ; - ; krissyxpotter (07:59:49 AM): was like krissyxpotter (07:59:52 AM): sobbing krissyxpotter (07:59:57 AM): and begigng him not to leave krissyxpotter (08:00:03 AM): and stuff euphadoratonks (08:00:06 AM): DD: krissyxpotter (08:00:11 AM): >> but Cre didn't losten to him euphadoratonks (08:00:13 AM): -craves- krissyxpotter (08:00:15 AM): listen* krissyxpotter (08:00:18 AM): and so he left krissyxpotter (08:00:24 AM): ther were more words in there euphadoratonks (08:00:28 AM): mhm krissyxpotter (08:00:46 AM): << something about how Cre said he loved him but he couldn't take it any more euphadoratonks (08:00:48 AM): I'll find you the lyrics of this song D: euphadoratonks (08:00:50 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:00:53 AM): and so Maz euphadoratonks (08:00:53 AM): aw krissyxpotter (08:01:00 AM): >> cried obviously krissyxpotter (08:01:02 AM): and then krissyxpotter (08:01:07 AM): in my head krissyxpotter (08:01:11 AM): it fast forwarded krissyxpotter (08:01:12 AM): to like krissyxpotter (08:01:15 AM): a few months later krissyxpotter (08:01:18 AM): where Maz krissyxpotter (08:01:20 AM): << was like euphadoratonks (08:01:21 AM): D: euphadoratonks (08:01:30 AM): deargod krissyxpotter (08:01:36 AM): well, He'd like, shut down basically, and he was like euphadoratonks (08:01:35 AM): if they ever broke up euphadoratonks (08:01:37 AM): Maz would like euphadoratonks (08:01:39 AM): . ___ . krissyxpotter (08:01:41 AM): Die krissyxpotter (08:01:42 AM): >> euphadoratonks (08:01:41 AM): yeah krissyxpotter (08:01:44 AM): he wouold krissyxpotter (08:01:45 AM): would* krissyxpotter (08:01:47 AM): He like euphadoratonks (08:01:48 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:01:52 AM): << he only thinks of Crevan krissyxpotter (08:02:01 AM): he'd never be able to find someone else krissyxpotter (08:02:08 AM): 'Specally if they'd been together a while krissyxpotter (08:02:12 AM): anyways krissyxpotter (08:02:16 AM): in my head krissyxpotter (08:02:19 AM): Maz looked like euphadoratonks (08:02:20 AM): ; - ; krissyxpotter (08:02:27 AM): >> crap to put it mildly krissyxpotter (08:02:38 AM): and in my head he was like krissyxpotter (08:02:42 AM): in some sort of alley krissyxpotter (08:02:44 AM): or something krissyxpotter (08:02:49 AM): << and there were like krissyxpotter (08:02:54 AM): two or three people there krissyxpotter (08:03:01 AM): with him krissyxpotter (08:03:06 AM): and all of them were like krissyxpotter (08:03:18 AM): o.o the alley way just changed to a small room in my head krissyxpotter (08:03:18 AM): >> euphadoratonks (08:03:18 AM): g-g krissyxpotter (08:03:22 AM): so there in a small room krissyxpotter (08:03:33 AM): and everyone there is like krissyxpotter (08:03:44 AM): << High, passed out, smoking something, injectiong something krissyxpotter (08:03:45 AM): ect euphadoratonks (08:03:48 AM): DDDD: krissyxpotter (08:03:52 AM): injecting* krissyxpotter (08:04:12 AM): >> i kind of want Cre to burst in and save the day krissyxpotter (08:04:13 AM): but euphadoratonks (08:04:14 AM): DDD: god thas so sad krissyxpotter (08:04:18 AM): i also don't want him to euphadoratonks (08:04:21 AM): yeah euphadoratonks (08:04:32 AM): ; - ; krissyxpotter (08:04:34 AM): << i kinda want it to be rrreeaaallllly angsty euphadoratonks (08:04:38 AM): I agree krissyxpotter (08:04:46 AM): Maz would like euphadoratonks (08:04:45 AM): and like.. dirty feeling krissyxpotter (08:04:57 AM): e-e krissyxpotter (08:04:58 AM): yuh euphadoratonks (08:04:59 AM): in this euphadoratonks (08:05:06 AM): I think he needs to be an addict/user euphadoratonks (08:05:15 AM): e_e krissyxpotter (08:05:18 AM): -nodnod- euphadoratonks (08:05:20 AM): he'd either do euphadoratonks (08:05:24 AM): some sort of pill euphadoratonks (08:05:27 AM): or injection krissyxpotter (08:05:31 AM): >> he'd pop pills euphadoratonks (08:05:34 AM): yeah euphadoratonks (08:05:38 AM): he wouldn't smoke krissyxpotter (08:05:39 AM): he wouldn't smoke or snort anything krissyxpotter (08:05:44 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:05:45 AM): >w< krissyxpotter (08:05:45 AM): no euphadoratonks (08:05:46 AM): >w< krissyxpotter (08:05:49 AM): he wouldn't krissyxpotter (08:05:52 AM): well euphadoratonks (08:05:51 AM): I krissyxpotter (08:05:57 AM): hed never do any of it but euphadoratonks (08:05:56 AM): have the lyrics to that song krissyxpotter (08:05:58 AM): >> krissyxpotter (08:06:00 AM): o3o krissyxpotter (08:06:01 AM): okay euphadoratonks (08:06:01 AM): The fastest man in the world, fast asleep at the wheel Nobody wants to be alone, so how did I get, here When I look at you, I see him staring through Awake and a smile, cuz he's been inside of you Is he all the things you, tried to change me into? Is he everything to you? Does he make you high, make you real? Does he make you cry? Does he know the way you feel? Love is all around you, your universe is full But in my world, there is only you I can still find the smell On my clothes and skin I can still see your face, when youre sleeping next to him Is he all the things you, tried to change me into? Tell me does he� [chorus] I've had enough of fears, you let them out Now I wrap myself around you Like a blanket full of doubt He's your everything [chorus] You make me high! You make me real! You make me cry! Now you know the way I feel Love is all around you, your universe is full But in my world, there is only you krissyxpotter (08:06:25 AM): o-o krissyxpotter (08:06:27 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (08:06:30 AM): it sounds sad krissyxpotter (08:07:02 AM): im so writing that FF krissyxpotter (08:07:03 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:07:05 AM): i has to now krissyxpotter (08:07:07 AM): I has toooo euphadoratonks (08:07:12 AM): D: yes euphadoratonks (08:07:14 AM): you has to krissyxpotter (08:07:19 AM): >< i will krissyxpotter (08:07:30 AM): if krissyxpotter (08:07:32 AM): they ever did krissyxpotter (08:07:33 AM): break up krissyxpotter (08:07:35 AM): Maz krissyxpotter (08:07:36 AM): would euphadoratonks (08:07:37 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:07:44 AM): He'd like krissyxpotter (08:07:46 AM): die inside euphadoratonks (08:07:45 AM): totally do something like this krissyxpotter (08:07:49 AM): yes krissyxpotter (08:07:52 AM): i can see it euphadoratonks (08:07:51 AM): just to cope krissyxpotter (08:07:53 AM): so well euphadoratonks (08:07:56 AM): god krissyxpotter (08:08:02 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:08:05 AM): D': krissyxpotter (08:08:08 AM): Cre better not break up with him krissyxpotter (08:08:12 AM): D< i'll kick his ass euphadoratonks (08:08:12 AM): yuhrly krissyxpotter (08:08:20 AM): << see euphadoratonks (08:08:19 AM): D: he'd kick his own ass krissyxpotter (08:08:23 AM): i tried first krissyxpotter (08:08:31 AM): to see Maz breaking up with Cre krissyxpotter (08:08:33 AM): and krissyxpotter (08:08:35 AM): I couldn't euphadoratonks (08:08:34 AM): lol >> euphadoratonks (08:08:36 AM): no euphadoratonks (08:08:43 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:08:45 AM): He would never euphadoratonks (08:08:47 AM): unless it was over Rai krissyxpotter (08:08:52 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:08:54 AM): o3o krissyxpotter (08:08:57 AM): mmmhhh krissyxpotter (08:08:59 AM): Maybe euphadoratonks (08:09:00 AM): but I think this has to be euphadoratonks (08:09:02 AM): a Maz thing krissyxpotter (08:09:06 AM): yuh euphadoratonks (08:09:10 AM): I think euphadoratonks (08:09:11 AM): maybe euphadoratonks (08:09:18 AM): This would have something to do with euphadoratonks (08:09:32 AM): Cre thinking Maz is still in love with Zeph or something euphadoratonks (08:09:35 AM): like euphadoratonks (08:09:37 AM): e_e krissyxpotter (08:09:45 AM): o3o he might think that euphadoratonks (08:09:46 AM): one of the lines in this song krissyxpotter (08:09:50 AM): >_> if his head was encased in cement euphadoratonks (08:09:53 AM): well >> lots - euphadoratonks (08:09:54 AM): xD euphadoratonks (08:10:05 AM): of lines in this song* euphadoratonks (08:10:10 AM): that say like euphadoratonks (08:10:25 AM): HE this euphadoratonks (08:10:27 AM): and HE that krissyxpotter (08:10:35 AM): owo euphadoratonks (08:10:38 AM): like euphadoratonks (08:10:44 AM): the most powerful line in the song euphadoratonks (08:10:45 AM): is euphadoratonks (08:10:57 AM): "Is he all the things you tried to change me into?" krissyxpotter (08:11:07 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:11:08 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (08:11:11 AM): aw krissyxpotter (08:11:11 AM): that euphadoratonks (08:11:12 AM): ; _ ; I know krissyxpotter (08:11:15 AM): gave me emo-ish images krissyxpotter (08:11:20 AM): >> i can see krissyxpotter (08:11:25 AM): how Cre would take that break up krissyxpotter (08:11:26 AM): MAYBE krissyxpotter (08:11:28 AM): what i will do krissyxpotter (08:11:29 AM): is krissyxpotter (08:11:32 AM): write the Maz POV krissyxpotter (08:11:37 AM): then write Cre's POV euphadoratonks (08:11:38 AM): o3o krissyxpotter (08:11:48 AM): cause krissyxpotter (08:11:51 AM): I can see in my head krissyxpotter (08:11:52 AM): how Cre krissyxpotter (08:11:56 AM): would try and like krissyxpotter (08:11:59 AM): >> move on euphadoratonks (08:12:02 AM): e n e krissyxpotter (08:12:04 AM): but it would be hard krissyxpotter (08:12:07 AM): while Maz krissyxpotter (08:12:09 AM): would shut down euphadoratonks (08:12:13 AM): . __ . yeah euphadoratonks (08:12:16 AM): Cre euphadoratonks (08:12:21 AM): definitely would never b- euphadoratonks (08:12:23 AM): .__. krissyxpotter (08:12:27 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:12:30 AM): he'd use people krissyxpotter (08:12:42 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:12:43 AM): D: euphadoratonks (08:12:43 AM): he'd turn angry and .. krissyxpotter (08:12:46 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:12:49 AM): not really violent euphadoratonks (08:12:51 AM): but acidic krissyxpotter (08:12:57 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:13:06 AM): he'd like krissyxpotter (08:13:11 AM): use people that reminded him of Maz krissyxpotter (08:13:13 AM): <_< euphadoratonks (08:13:13 AM): towards like.. himself really, but he does it to everyone else euphadoratonks (08:13:16 AM): yes krissyxpotter (08:13:19 AM): not even like euphadoratonks (08:13:20 AM): well euphadoratonks (08:13:23 AM): actually >> krissyxpotter (08:13:28 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:13:27 AM): I think he'd try to use euphadoratonks (08:13:34 AM): people who DON'T remind him of Maz krissyxpotter (08:13:38 AM): o3o krissyxpotter (08:13:46 AM): Blond hair blue eyes >_> euphadoratonks (08:13:46 AM): like I can see one of these times euphadoratonks (08:13:49 AM): like euphadoratonks (08:13:58 AM): Cre would turn REALLY Promiscuous euphadoratonks (08:14:28 AM): like euphadoratonks (08:14:32 AM): sleeping with anyone euphadoratonks (08:14:50 AM): e_e euphadoratonks (08:15:04 AM): and I can see this scene where Cre is picking up another victim euphadoratonks (08:15:24 AM): (he'd go through them really fast. strings and strings of one or two nighters) krissyxpotter (08:15:36 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:15:38 AM): D: euphadoratonks (08:15:46 AM): like he's going through the motions again to get another person krissyxpotter (08:16:16 AM): O_O DDDDDDDDDD: omg i just like krissyxpotter (08:16:19 AM): got krissyxpotter (08:16:22 AM): an image krissyxpotter (08:16:26 AM): that made me like, tear up euphadoratonks (08:16:26 AM): and like. "Those damn eyes. Those vivid Jade daggers." and he wouldn;'t. euphadoratonks (08:16:27 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:16:27 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:16:31 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (08:16:37 AM): it was like krissyxpotter (08:16:42 AM): Maz has ODed krissyxpotter (08:16:45 AM): had* euphadoratonks (08:16:44 AM): DDDDD: krissyxpotter (08:16:51 AM): and the image was krissyxpotter (08:16:51 AM): Cre krissyxpotter (08:16:56 AM): like euphadoratonks (08:17:00 AM): DDDDDD: oh god krissyxpotter (08:17:04 AM): Crouching in front of a headstone krissyxpotter (08:17:08 AM): with his hand resting on it euphadoratonks (08:17:09 AM): DDDDDD: krissyxpotter (08:17:13 AM): and his head was bowed krissyxpotter (08:17:17 AM): and it was raining krissyxpotter (08:17:26 AM): ;_; and everything was tinted gray euphadoratonks (08:17:32 AM): D': euphadoratonks (08:17:40 AM): -also teared up- euphadoratonks (08:17:41 AM): Cre krissyxpotter (08:17:44 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:17:45 AM): should get that dream krissyxpotter (08:17:52 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:17:53 AM): D: euphadoratonks (08:18:03 AM): after he's slept with someone else again euphadoratonks (08:18:07 AM): like. euphadoratonks (08:18:14 AM): I could totally see this montage D: euphadoratonks (08:18:15 AM): like some euphadoratonks (08:18:28 AM): really really violent/angry/sad song would be playing krissyxpotter (08:18:36 AM): THAT'S HOW I CAN HAVE AN ANGSTY ENDING! krissyxpotter (08:18:37 AM): D: omg euphadoratonks (08:18:37 AM): as Cre brings home the person with the Green eyes krissyxpotter (08:18:42 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:18:42 AM): D: euphadoratonks (08:18:42 AM): DDD: euphadoratonks (08:18:50 AM): but euphadoratonks (08:18:51 AM): like euphadoratonks (08:18:56 AM): as he's .. doing them euphadoratonks (08:19:03 AM): the scene flashes between that euphadoratonks (08:19:14 AM): and maz taking WAY too many pills euphadoratonks (08:19:24 AM): his roomie would come in euphadoratonks (08:19:31 AM): and like try and wake him up euphadoratonks (08:19:50 AM): (all this would be silent, but the song would still be playing) euphadoratonks (08:19:56 AM): and then call 911 euphadoratonks (08:20:03 AM): and it would flash back to Cre euphadoratonks (08:20:13 AM): in the throws of passion >> euphadoratonks (08:20:22 AM): with the maz-like person euphadoratonks (08:20:27 AM): and euphadoratonks (08:20:36 AM): it would flash back to the hospital euphadoratonks (08:20:44 AM): you'd see his hand go limp. krissyxpotter (08:20:51 AM): ;__________; euphadoratonks (08:20:50 AM): and chapter end. euphadoratonks (08:21:00 AM): then go directly to Cre's dream euphadoratonks (08:21:07 AM): (we'd have to save maz) euphadoratonks (08:21:55 AM): and like euphadoratonks (08:22:00 AM): he'd wake up krissyxpotter (08:22:02 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:22:09 AM): and have to search all of the hospitals for him euphadoratonks (08:22:12 AM): well euphadoratonks (08:22:15 AM): he'd have to find him euphadoratonks (08:22:22 AM): and it would lead him to the hospitals euphadoratonks (08:22:36 AM): MAz would have to like euphadoratonks (08:22:38 AM): barely survive euphadoratonks (08:22:44 AM): to really drive the point home euphadoratonks (08:22:47 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:22:49 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:22:48 AM): and maybe euphadoratonks (08:22:53 AM): Cre wouldn't be eating euphadoratonks (08:22:55 AM): like euphadoratonks (08:23:01 AM): he would be really close to.. euphadoratonks (08:23:07 AM): well, death. too krissyxpotter (08:23:40 AM): ;__; krissyxpotter (08:23:41 AM): So Sad euphadoratonks (08:23:54 AM): ; _ ; yeah euphadoratonks (08:23:56 AM): it euphadoratonks (08:24:02 AM): would have a hopeful ending though euphadoratonks (08:24:03 AM): I think krissyxpotter (08:24:09 AM): >> maybe krissyxpotter (08:24:10 AM): i might krissyxpotter (08:24:13 AM): do a few endings euphadoratonks (08:24:15 AM): lol krissyxpotter (08:24:16 AM): because krissyxpotter (08:24:19 AM): i kind of krissyxpotter (08:24:20 AM): want something krissyxpotter (08:24:23 AM): really upsetting krissyxpotter (08:24:25 AM): <_< euphadoratonks (08:24:31 AM): ; _ ; krissyxpotter (08:24:35 AM): like krissyxpotter (08:24:41 AM): Cre'd havehis dream krissyxpotter (08:24:45 AM): and either brush it off krissyxpotter (08:24:46 AM): or euphadoratonks (08:24:48 AM): D: and it'd be too late krissyxpotter (08:24:51 AM): get there like krissyxpotter (08:24:57 AM): >> too late euphadoratonks (08:24:57 AM): DDDDDD: krissyxpotter (08:25:05 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:25:04 AM): that would be krissyxpotter (08:25:06 AM): THat euphadoratonks (08:25:06 AM): devastating krissyxpotter (08:25:08 AM): would kill him krissyxpotter (08:25:10 AM): that* euphadoratonks (08:25:12 AM): yes krissyxpotter (08:25:17 AM): It would like krissyxpotter (08:25:21 AM): ;_; Tear him apart krissyxpotter (08:25:31 AM): god krissyxpotter (08:25:33 AM): that's so sad krissyxpotter (08:25:34 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:25:51 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (08:26:07 AM): thing is krissyxpotter (08:26:09 AM): i ca see it krissyxpotter (08:26:10 AM): so clear krissyxpotter (08:26:16 AM): if they ever did break up krissyxpotter (08:26:24 AM): which they better never, ever do >_> krissyxpotter (08:26:35 AM): it would literally kill Maz krissyxpotter (08:26:36 AM): and krissyxpotter (08:26:48 AM): it would destroy Cre from the inside out euphadoratonks (08:26:55 AM): mhm krissyxpotter (08:26:58 AM): but he'd have to actually live with it ;_; euphadoratonks (08:26:58 AM): ; - ; euphadoratonks (08:27:12 AM): jee- euphadoratonks (08:27:13 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:27:15 AM): *_* euphadoratonks (08:27:16 AM): that euphadoratonks (08:27:18 AM): ... krissyxpotter (08:27:21 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:27:20 AM): I like that krissyxpotter (08:27:23 AM): D: what? euphadoratonks (08:27:29 AM): a quote euphadoratonks (08:27:36 AM): like, I just got a fragment euphadoratonks (08:27:41 AM): it was krissyxpotter (08:27:45 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:28:00 AM): "and they would find out, that some souls were never meant to be apart." krissyxpotter (08:28:08 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:28:08 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:28:09 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (08:28:12 AM): i like that' krissyxpotter (08:28:30 AM): it's kinda odd h-- krissyxpotter (08:28:31 AM): o-o krissyxpotter (08:28:32 AM): ._. krissyxpotter (08:28:35 AM): .....I krissyxpotter (08:28:37 AM): just thought of krissyxpotter (08:28:49 AM): how Maz would be paying for those drugs krissyxpotter (08:28:52 AM): .__________. euphadoratonks (08:28:54 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:28:58 AM): ._____________> euphadoratonks (08:29:00 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:29:03 AM): ._____________.* euphadoratonks (08:29:11 AM): <____________> works too euphadoratonks (08:29:13 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:29:24 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (08:29:28 AM): H...well euphadoratonks (08:29:31 AM): -whimpered- krissyxpotter (08:29:33 AM): he has very little money euphadoratonks (08:29:34 AM): >.> krissyxpotter (08:29:42 AM): so he'd sell everything euphadoratonks (08:29:45 AM): and krissyxpotter (08:29:48 AM): then try stealing stuff euphadoratonks (08:29:52 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (08:30:00 AM): but it wouldn't be ebough so euphadoratonks (08:29:59 AM): I'd think euphadoratonks (08:30:02 AM): he'd sell himself >> euphadoratonks (08:30:08 AM): <__> yeah krissyxpotter (08:30:12 AM): He would krissyxpotter (08:30:13 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:30:18 AM): DD: euphadoratonks (08:30:22 AM): I think euphadoratonks (08:30:27 AM): you should make up a drug krissyxpotter (08:30:33 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:30:47 AM): that would be like.. epic symbolism and whatnot euphadoratonks (08:30:49 AM): like euphadoratonks (08:30:53 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:30:54 AM): .____> euphadoratonks (08:30:58 AM): .__. krissyxpotter (08:31:02 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:31:06 AM): the first thing that came to mind was euphadoratonks (08:31:08 AM): mercury krissyxpotter (08:31:17 AM): ._. euphadoratonks (08:31:16 AM): .______. krissyxpotter (08:31:19 AM): that krissyxpotter (08:31:20 AM): would be krissyxpotter (08:31:21 AM): so krissyxpotter (08:31:23 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:31:25 AM): I know D: krissyxpotter (08:31:37 AM): Mercury drives people insane too euphadoratonks (08:31:38 AM): mhm krissyxpotter (08:31:43 AM): so it would like, be symbolic euphadoratonks (08:31:44 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:31:45 AM): the euphadoratonks (08:31:47 AM): Mercury euphadoratonks (08:31:48 AM): high krissyxpotter (08:31:53 AM): o-o krissyxpotter (08:31:54 AM): omg krissyxpotter (08:31:55 AM): D: euphadoratonks (08:31:55 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:32:00 AM): STORY NAME euphadoratonks (08:32:02 AM): YES euphadoratonks (08:32:08 AM): DDD: euphadoratonks (08:32:11 AM): -chills- krissyxpotter (08:32:44 AM): -shivers- krissyxpotter (08:32:47 AM): and I think that krissyxpotter (08:32:55 AM): while Cre want's people who don't remind him of Maz krissyxpotter (08:33:02 AM): Maz would want people who reminded him of Cre krissyxpotter (08:33:10 AM): mostly because he'd never be ab-- krissyxpotter (08:33:11 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:33:20 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:33:26 AM): ._. and he would always, always cry Crevan's name krissyxpotter (08:33:28 AM): DDDD: euphadoratonks (08:33:30 AM): DDDDD: euphadoratonks (08:33:34 AM): DDDDDDDxxx krissyxpotter (08:33:37 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:33:43 AM): Cre euphadoratonks (08:33:51 AM): would never make any noise euphadoratonks (08:34:06 AM): ; _ . krissyxpotter (08:34:09 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:34:11 AM): o.op euphadoratonks (08:34:12 AM): >> krissyxpotter (08:34:15 AM): well Maz is a vocal person krissyxpotter (08:34:15 AM): wo krissyxpotter (08:34:16 AM): so* euphadoratonks (08:34:17 AM): ; _ ;* euphadoratonks (08:34:20 AM): well krissyxpotter (08:34:22 AM): He wouldn't be able to help it euphadoratonks (08:34:22 AM): Cre usually is euphadoratonks (08:34:23 AM): but euphadoratonks (08:34:25 AM): ; _ ; krissyxpotter (08:34:27 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (08:34:38 AM): a Chibi Me in my head krissyxpotter (08:34:40 AM): jsut appeared krissyxpotter (08:34:42 AM): and was alll krissyxpotter (08:35:01 AM): "-wags finger at Cre and Maz- You two are to never, EVER break up. DO YOU UNDERSTAND?" euphadoratonks (08:35:04 AM): xDDD euphadoratonks (08:35:06 AM): >> euphadoratonks (08:35:08 AM): ; _ ; euphadoratonks (08:35:19 AM): This euphadoratonks (08:35:23 AM): story euphadoratonks (08:35:28 AM): would be like euphadoratonks (08:35:41 AM): you know the diagram that stories take? krissyxpotter (08:35:48 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:36:00 AM): -blinks- krissyxpotter (08:36:04 AM): >> uh euphadoratonks (08:36:05 AM): like.. exposition.. rising action.. rising action.. climax, falling action, end? euphadoratonks (08:36:25 AM): well.. emotionally it would be euphadoratonks (08:36:26 AM): like euphadoratonks (08:36:29 AM): opposite krissyxpotter (08:36:42 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:36:55 AM): D: it would euphadoratonks (08:36:57 AM): okay.. falling... falling.... falling... bottom. and then maybe rising action. end. krissyxpotter (08:37:06 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:37:09 AM): ; _ ; krissyxpotter (08:37:12 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:37:17 AM): i just thought of a sentence krissyxpotter (08:37:18 AM): >> krissyxpotter (08:37:20 AM): in my head euphadoratonks (08:37:20 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:37:24 AM): that i kinda like euphadoratonks (08:37:27 AM): what is it? krissyxpotter (08:37:38 AM): it was like euphadoratonks (08:37:39 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:37:46 AM): wow -epic symbolism- krissyxpotter (08:37:53 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:37:52 AM): speak firt, I will next :3 krissyxpotter (08:37:58 AM): XD euphadoratonks (08:37:57 AM): first* krissyxpotter (08:38:00 AM): okay krissyxpotter (08:38:02 AM): it was like krissyxpotter (08:38:36 AM): "...Because there was only one name he knew, one name he would ever know. Only one name he would cry amidst the throws of Passion." krissyxpotter (08:38:42 AM): << then it was like "Crevan!" krissyxpotter (08:38:45 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (08:38:46 AM): -pats Maz- krissyxpotter (08:38:59 AM): << ther ewas more before that but I lost it euphadoratonks (08:38:59 AM): DDDD: euphadoratonks (08:39:09 AM): so sad krissyxpotter (08:39:16 AM): ;_; yuh euphadoratonks (08:39:16 AM): this euphadoratonks (08:39:21 AM): would make a good moive >> euphadoratonks (08:39:23 AM): movie* krissyxpotter (08:39:27 AM): it would euphadoratonks (08:39:32 AM): it reminds me of Memoirs of a Geisha krissyxpotter (08:39:37 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:39:41 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:39:43 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:39:46 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (08:39:47 AM): sorry krissyxpotter (08:39:53 AM): iz okay euphadoratonks (08:40:00 AM): >.> krissyxpotter (08:40:04 AM): >> nnnhhnnn krissyxpotter (08:40:09 AM): Dx euphadoratonks (08:40:09 AM): he already lost his mizuage krissyxpotter (08:40:10 AM): now euphadoratonks (08:40:12 AM): << krissyxpotter (08:40:19 AM): my head is filled with Emoness euphadoratonks (08:40:20 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:40:25 AM): but i like it krissyxpotter (08:40:26 AM): o.O krissyxpotter (08:40:30 AM): it gives me ideas euphadoratonks (08:40:29 AM): sometimes it's g- euphadoratonks (08:40:29 AM): x3 euphadoratonks (08:40:32 AM): good* krissyxpotter (08:40:56 AM): x3 krissyxpotter (08:41:02 AM): fttfff D: krissyxpotter (08:41:04 AM): i wanna draw that krissyxpotter (08:41:08 AM): the picture krissyxpotter (08:41:09 AM): fo Cre krissyxpotter (08:41:12 AM): by the headstone krissyxpotter (08:41:13 AM): butttt krissyxpotter (08:41:14 AM): idk euphadoratonks (08:41:14 AM): D: krissyxpotter (08:41:16 AM): <_< euphadoratonks (08:41:17 AM): so sad krissyxpotter (08:41:25 AM): i canna draw crouching people euphadoratonks (08:41:27 AM): lol euphadoratonks (08:41:35 AM): use a reference? krissyxpotter (08:41:49 AM): >> meh krissyxpotter (08:41:51 AM): i might krissyxpotter (08:41:51 AM): e-e krissyxpotter (08:41:56 AM): We'll see krissyxpotter (08:42:21 AM): ;_; god krissyxpotter (08:42:25 AM): i keep thinking emo things krissyxpotter (08:42:31 AM): Like in my head krissyxpotter (08:42:34 AM): i pictured that krissyxpotter (08:42:38 AM): and then Cre had like krissyxpotter (08:42:41 AM): something in his hand krissyxpotter (08:42:59 AM): and it was either a gun or a bottle krissyxpotter (08:43:00 AM): ._. euphadoratonks (08:47:03 AM): D: euphadoratonks (08:47:08 AM): it was euphadoratonks (08:47:10 AM): flowers euphadoratonks (08:47:15 AM): for Maz euphadoratonks (08:47:22 AM): >.> krissyxpotter (08:47:25 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:47:27 AM): :O krissyxpotter (08:47:28 AM): and they krissyxpotter (08:47:33 AM): would be the only colorful thing euphadoratonks (08:47:33 AM): in about 20 seconds check PB krissyxpotter (08:47:36 AM): in the whole picture euphadoratonks (08:47:36 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (08:47:38 AM): YES krissyxpotter (08:47:39 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (08:47:44 AM): >> can you link me? krissyxpotter (08:47:54 AM): -dun has your PB on this pc- krissyxpotter (08:48:16 AM): ..maybe I do krissyxpotter (08:48:18 AM): -checks- euphadoratonks (08:48:18 AM): lol okay euphadoratonks (08:48:26 AM): http://s153.photobucket.com/albums/s205/kiarakuro/ krissyxpotter (08:50:37 AM): -waits- krissyxpotter (08:50:39 AM): Loadddd fasterrrrr euphadoratonks (08:50:52 AM): e_e krissyxpotter (08:51:05 AM): >_> it's been like two minutes euphadoratonks (08:51:09 AM): >.> euphadoratonks (08:51:18 AM): maybe I'll just link you the picture instead euphadoratonks (08:51:30 AM): http://i153.photobucket.com/albums/s205/kiarakuro/graveyard.jpg euphadoratonks (08:51:35 AM): was very fast euphadoratonks (08:53:25 AM): D: still not loaded? 08:57:42 AM krissyxpotter has logged out 09:09:50 AM krissyxpotter is now online krissyxpotter (09:10:02 AM): e_e krissyxpotter (09:10:04 AM): >_> krissyxpotter (09:10:09 AM): The pc euphadoratonks (09:10:08 AM): ... krissyxpotter (09:10:11 AM): was raped euphadoratonks (09:10:13 AM): lol >> krissyxpotter (09:10:17 AM): >> euphadoratonks (09:10:26 AM): wanna try again? : D euphadoratonks (09:10:30 AM): >w> euphadoratonks (09:10:31 AM): jk krissyxpotter (09:10:37 AM): xD krissyxpotter (09:10:39 AM): i got it actually euphadoratonks (09:10:40 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (09:10:42 AM): :33 krissyxpotter (09:10:48 AM): well krissyxpotter (09:10:51 AM): your pb krissyxpotter (09:10:52 AM): >> euphadoratonks (09:10:53 AM): xD krissyxpotter (09:11:00 AM): -is waiting for it to load all the way- euphadoratonks (09:11:02 AM): need the link again?o.o euphadoratonks (09:11:04 AM): oh euphadoratonks (09:11:04 AM): :3 krissyxpotter (09:11:26 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (09:11:27 AM): DDDDD: krissyxpotter (09:11:29 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (09:11:33 AM): e_e krissyxpotter (09:11:55 AM): -snugs cre- euphadoratonks (09:12:20 AM): that's why I said euphadoratonks (09:12:22 AM): it was flowers krissyxpotter (09:12:25 AM): :3 krissyxpotter (09:12:34 AM): >> rainbow flowers euphadoratonks (09:12:36 AM): lol euphadoratonks (09:12:40 AM): I'm thinking euphadoratonks (09:12:44 AM): it should start out like euphadoratonks (09:12:50 AM): D: on their anniversary krissyxpotter (09:12:56 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (09:12:58 AM): ;_; well euphadoratonks (09:12:58 AM): and Cre's buying Maz's Favoritue flowers? krissyxpotter (09:13:03 AM): while my pc was being euphadoratonks (09:13:07 AM): so we can bring them in at the end krissyxpotter (09:13:09 AM): >> fucked euphadoratonks (09:13:11 AM): e_e krissyxpotter (09:13:15 AM): -nodnod- krissyxpotter (09:13:16 AM): well krissyxpotter (09:13:21 AM): while the pc was being gay and rebooting krissyxpotter (09:13:26 AM): i totally thought of like euphadoratonks (09:13:37 AM): o .o krissyxpotter (09:13:42 AM): << not why they would be fighting, but what maz says krissyxpotter (09:13:44 AM): to make Cre leave krissyxpotter (09:13:46 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (09:13:47 AM): but in his head euphadoratonks (09:13:47 AM): o.o euphadoratonks (09:13:48 AM): D: krissyxpotter (09:13:51 AM): he's thinking like krissyxpotter (09:13:52 AM): more krissyxpotter (09:13:53 AM): >_> euphadoratonks (09:13:56 AM): what is it? krissyxpotter (09:14:01 AM): that he want's to say krissyxpotter (09:14:03 AM): but cre dun let him krissyxpotter (09:14:05 AM): o.o krissyxpotter (09:14:08 AM): well they'd be fighting krissyxpotter (09:14:14 AM): and Cre would bring up Zeph euphadoratonks (09:14:17 AM): e_e krissyxpotter (09:14:30 AM): and He'd say something krissyxpotter (09:14:54 AM): maybe about how he thought maz thought he was like, the best person in the world and he wanted to be with him and not Cre krissyxpotter (09:14:59 AM): and Maz would say something like krissyxpotter (09:15:13 AM): " DX If you feel that way maybe I should be with him then!" krissyxpotter (09:15:17 AM): but in his head krissyxpotter (09:15:22 AM): he'd be thinking like euphadoratonks (09:15:42 AM): D: krissyxpotter (09:15:52 AM): "Because You are too much of an idiot to see that I don't look at anyone else; That I don't think about anyone else; That I don't WANT anyone else except you!" euphadoratonks (09:16:01 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (09:16:06 AM): but he'd never get the chance to say it krissyxpotter (09:16:12 AM): ;_; euphadoratonks (09:16:12 AM): DDDDD': euphadoratonks (09:16:22 AM): -clutchesheart- euphadoratonks (09:16:26 AM): so angsty krissyxpotter (09:16:28 AM): ;_; krissyxpotter (09:16:30 AM): i know
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Re: Onegai Stone Sensei~<3 « Result #8 on Jul 24, 2009, 7:57pm »
I glanced up from the remainder of the tests with my eyebrows raised and was unsurprised to see the boy who I had helped during the test, but who had still failed. "Yes, yes you do." I replied and let my eyes drop back to the paper. "I can do tutoring only after school, Today, Mondays, Wednesdays, and Thursdays. Fridays and Tuesdays I have other obligations. Tutoring will be from the time the bell rings to 5 o'clock." I expected the boy to understand he had been dismissed, but after a minute or so I looked up to check the time and saw the boy had not left. I had just assumed I had missed the sound of his footsteps, but apparently not. "What?" I asked the boy.
He had been glancing around the room and so was startled when I spoke and he jumped. "E-excuse me?" He squeaked.
I narrowed my eyes at him. "Do you need something? Why are you still here?" He shook his head, his lips pressed tightly closed, and started backing away, still watching my face. He bumped into one of the desks before he turned and fled from my classroom, now likely to be late for his next class. I gazed after him and after a moment shook my head before turning back to my work. It was a few moments that I was staring at the stack of papers before I realized they were all graded. Raising my eyebrows and blinking at them as if somehow they had graded themselves I turned to enter them into the grade book and the bell rang. It was my free period, thankfully. For I was quite absent minded for the rest of the day until final bell when tutoring started.
I Luv to sing « Result #9 on Jul 22, 2009, 12:44pm »
Iris had grown bored of the school of magic so she decided to head over to the regular school for today hiding away her ears and tail and leaving her magic staff back at the school.
Iris had to admit she did like music class, and hummed and skipped all the way to music class in excitement her long straight purple hair flopping around her as she did so as she hummed the tune to the song Lilium.
After what seemed like forever the teacher arrived for class and it was time to learn and as usual Iris was off on her own in the class singing with her angelic voice all alone until she thought she heard someone approach her and instantly she perked up ready to greet whoever it was.
Iris Aamber Sophronia « Result #10 on Jul 20, 2009, 8:35pm »
Name: Iris Aamber Sophronia Age: not really sure but she believes she came into existence on April 30th in the year 1593. She found the school in the year 2004 and has been wandering the school grounds ever since.
Gender: Female ftw
Description (can be a photo): Iris is a shape shifter so she can take many forms but her favorite and most common one is a human body with purple fox ears with white tips and a slender purple fox tail with white tips.
-hair style/color: Iris has lavender colored wavy hair that matches her eye color (ear and tail color in her fox demon form)
-body type: she has a slender but curvy figure (size 36 C for those who are curious )
-eye color: It switches between lavender and silver depending on her mood.
-skin tone: A pale shining color that looks almost silver and angelically pale in daylight and ghostly in the moonlight.
-facial description: Iris has very clear skin and her face has the beauty of a flower all her features being in perfect proportions her nose small with just the slightest curve upwards at the end and her eyes the perfect distance from her nose(when her ears are human they are also in just the perfect spot and are small and have earrings on them that are silver Iris earrings that dangle from her ears and when they shine they give her face that ghostly look at night or angelic look in sunshine.
-clothing: Iris has a few outfits that are her favorites such as a ornate silvery silk dress with Iris's embedded in the soft silk along the right side of the dress, along with her white heels(only about 1/2 inch heels) that also have a white flower that is smack dab in the middle of the strap that goes horizontally along the shoes the rest of the strap glimmers with small gems embedded into the shoe's straps. Another favorite of Iris is her dark purple bikini that outlines her perfect slender figure and has purple gems along the top that are arranged to look like an Iris.
-etc. Stereotype (it's high school for crying out loud): The cute shy one. Iris always has a book on hand and is thought of as ravishing to many, but some of Iris's peers are creeped out by her ghost-like presence that she takes on at night.
Personality: Friendly, and kinda laid back about work and responsibility the work gets done when it gets done, and it's always top notch no matter how long it's put off.
Things that would be preferable:
Sexual Orientation: both ways, but doesn't really date much Type of student they are: They are a junior, but were here since freshman year attract by the ever changing school that she one day noticed from afar. She is an intelligent student and always has good grades in English with ease and her other subjects she has good grades in she just actually spends time on them.
Interests (school): Mostly English and art. Math is okay. As for the other subjects forget about it. She's good at sports, but they bore her seeing as she's usually so much better than everyone else purely by nature. Interests (out of school): Reading, drawing(and is very good at it), swimming(sometimes skinny dipping if no ones around), and stargazing. Occasionally Iris will hang out with a friend that she associates with.
Blood type: B +
Birthday: April 30th
etc: Iris stumbled upon the school one day when she had been in search of her favorite spot for stargazing. At first Iris gave the school no mind, but after a while she noticed that the school changed every time she saw it and decided to enroll in it as a freshman since she looked the part since even though she was a few hundred years old she only looked about 16 or so because she never allowed herself to age past that.
Iris used her ability with shape shifting to hide her purple fox ears and tail and make herself look a couple years younger while on school grounds and made a few friends, but didn't gain close ties with them. Iris had sort of a ghostly presence at the school and in her spare time explored it looking for answers to how this school ,that was almost as mysterious as Iris, worked.
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