Ugh. Same here.
Hello everyone and good morning...or afternoon to some of you...or maybe even night...oh whatever. you know what i mean.
Oh man. My bro says he needs the computer. Something about this physics report for collage. (yeah right) I gotta go. C ya tomorrow. *throws hot pototoe to CtR* Hold this for me. AND DONT DROP IT!
Hey DW, Can I send your picture to my friend?
:poketoungeb: Thanx!
Any time.:) but that thing you said about the cast. What's that about? Im always a step behind on information.
ooc: yeah! just tell me when we start.
I just checked out your link, DW.
I think the hair is great. Super cute. But the lip ring creeps me out. 1-10, i give you an 8.5. I marked you down only for the lip ring.
Stinks for you. I went to a party but spent the rest of the day in the emergency room...(stupid lil'brother)
Okay, I'll join. Name: Twyla Age: 17 Power: She can cause pain to people with her mind and can kill with it if she gets really scarred or upset. Weapon: A small 8 inch dagger. Personality: She is pretty and charming. She is almost always good tempered and her smile can usually make anyone grin back. She is horrified of Fire due to the death of her family in one.
:rockdover: I know. But they sure hate it when the camers flashes, that's for sure. Hey, what have you been doing?
I made a movie. It was called chicken soap operas. I dressed my chickens...er...three of them...in little home made outfits and made a movie. It was about, Jasin, (a rooster) who is in love with Grace (a hen) who is divorced to Jasin's best friend Luke (another rooster.)...And the only thing the movie proved was that i have too much time on my hands...and that chickens arent good actors.
Sigh...well...Yesterday i made a chicken soap opera. I dressed up my chickens and played...yeah...i was bored.
Yeah. Looks like it.
srry it's been a while since ive been on today. Me and my brothers were goofing off in the back yard and one of my little bro's (Harley, he's 7) shoulder popped out. This is the 5 time and the guy in the emergency room said he needed surgery if he ever wants to use it again.
Im going to the party now. Ill be back latr though. C ya. Ill bring you guys back lamp shades.
Aroe wiped his eyes on his sleeve. He was acting like such a baby. But he felt like he was gonna explode. He'd never been able to just be a kid. Not after his human father slaughtered his deamon mother. Not after his father and brother tossed him out of the house in shame of his deamon side. Not after- Aroe moaned and curled up in a tiny ball, touching his old scars that had begun to hurt again and trying to make himself as invisible as he felt. Something he's wanted since he was five. ooc: i gotta go to a party. I'll be back later though. C ya.
Aroe ground his teeth as Gharanth walked away. His tears were falling hard now and he didn't even care. Gharanth may have had it hard but he didn't understand Aroe at all. Gharanth wasn't the only deamon with problems. Aroe shivered. It had gotten a bit dark but it wasn't that that made him scarred. It was the solitary on the woods around him. 'I'm alone...alone again...' "Maybe you're right, dad...maybe i was just a mistake."
"DONT LECTURE ME ABOUT HOW AWEFUL YOUR LIFE HAS BEEN! You have no idea..." Aroe squeezed his eyes shut, holding back tears. "And just because you lost your girlfriend........You had a fine life! And one thing went wrong and now you find it hard to care just a little bit! Get the heck over it!!!!!"
