This is how we do it in Columbia Mexico. Vamos Yave, con la programa.
I have the right idea, for once. At least this one won't be apart of my arsonist record. aherka
distance by LONG SHOT PARTY
M O S T • U N E X P E C T E D • R E S U L T S The police would not let SOPHIE and I leave the Bennett Residence, which was perfectly acceptable, but not choice for them to still be present. To say the most, I am rather shocked at the results of mixing Cupid's Brew into the drinks. I was originally lead to believe that it was a love potion — maybe it truly isn't? A poison . . . And now FATIME and I are murderers, SOPHIE is angry with me, and the others ( that I don't particularly care about ) suspect me. I suppose that is the logical step in all of this; after all, it isn't a lie, but I do not know how to move, now. If the brew is a poison, then they would be able to find traces of it during an autopsy, but the real question is, would they be able to trace it back to FATIME and I? I have my doubts — and even if they did, I am directly tied to the Bennett family, and that alone still sets me at a high chance of not being convicted. That extends to FATIME, as well. The four victims, ALEX, RICHIE, SERAPHINA, and ZACHARY . . . I feel some remorse that they are dead due to my sister's experiments, but on the other hand, I wasn't directly tied to them in any way. Five different policemen and investigators have all come to me, as the prime suspect, asking me the same questions, in the same way, trying to pin it on me. I tell them exactly what I told SOPHIE; I don't exactly know what happened. The brew isn't sold as a poison — how would one even admit to that, in any matter? Were the brew discovered as a poison, the site from which is sold would be taken down, and the creators arrested. Perhaps it is something like Cantarella, the version from Romeo and Juliet ; it makes the user appear to be dead for a few long hours. Were that the case . . . The morticians and other authorities would be in for quite the surprise. I am dismissed from the kitchen for the sixth time and join SOPHIE on the third floor, who is in the monitor room. Oh, evidence. Hmm. When I walk in, she is viewing the video from the kitchen, and turns on me. ❝It was you,❞ she whispers, ❝And that . . . sister of yours. Lucas, how could you?❞ She is trying to keep her voice down, lest someone should hear her, and I don't understand. ❝It was Cupid's Brew, Nico,❞ I tell her, and a look of shock crosses her face. We haven't spoken about what happened during the 2013 Camp Fortissimo events, but I distinctly remember her telling me that she had purchased a bottle of the liquid. ❝Neither Fatime or I expected what happened.❞ ❝It's sold as a love potion, but is actually poison?❞ She turns to the computer and begins to edit video footage. ❝This is ridiculous,❞ she mumbles to herself. I feel the faint stinging of my cheek and wonder if it will bruise. She did slap me quite hard. Half an hour later, the authorities ask to view the surveillance footage for anything. Only one of the cops is suspicious of anything, but it then talked down by his partner. I say nothing the entire time, and then they dismiss themselves. Currently, no one will be taken into custody, and I have my doubts that they will question FATIME because she isn't in any of the video, and no one knows that she has anything to do with anything — which is something I will be keeping to myself and SOPHIE. ❝Now we wait and see,❞ SOPHIE tells me, and we begin to talk of what will happen and everything else. I begin to wonder if I should simply confess and have this mess over with. Four murders by poisoning . . . I begin to think of the punishment; life with no parole. Of course, with no previous offences ( that have been recorded or reported ), I may get off with something like thirty years — however, with four dead bodies of second degree murder, it seems unlikely. Troublesome. Currently, I feel no remorse, and many would call me inhuman for this — but accidents do happen, and this one was merely on a more dire scale. I doubt the courts would understand that. They want us to go to the hospital. OOC :: IF THE POST ISN'T RIGHT, DELETE/I CAN EDIT.
I was tempted to choose The Last of Us because who doesn't want to buy that game and play it? But you seem to have more friends who currently have New Leaf ( I am forever jealous ) that you can enjoy it with, so I think that would be the better choice, if you're getting both at some time anyway.
Edited my Lucas CS. herka
The Lighthouse's Tale by Nickel Creek
Kingdom Hearts: Dream Drop Distance Super Smash Brothers Brawl: Subspace Emissary The Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time — Master Quest
Banned from this existence, Tummer. legit tho i think i might have barked a laugh
Congrats on graduation, Below.
You all saw this coming. Now for your viewing pleasure. * prepares shield for stones * I was going to say something else, but I can't remember what it was. EDIT x4: Oh, right. I stayed up all night for this. EDIT x5: Didn't know about a crush, have a sort of idea, but don't really want to say unless I have to, which I probably will, but it's five in the morning, and I don't have the time frame thought for this **** right now. So yeah. ❥ FULL NAME :: LUCAS R. CYGNETTE ❥ APPEARANCE :: ☂ ❥ AGE :: 24 ❥ LIKES :: STORMS ♠ THEATER ♠ BOOKS ♠ MUSIC ♠ SKETCHING ♠ THE OCEAN ♠ FORESTS ♠ NIGHTTIME ♠ EARLY MORNING ♠ ORGANIZATION ❥ DISLIKES :: EXCESSIVE HEAT ♠ BOREDOM ♠ AUTHORITY ♠ CHAOS ♠ IMMATURITY ♠ COMPLAINING ♠ LOUD NOISES ♠ WHITE NOISE ♠ PRESSURE ❥ WEAKNESSES/FEARS :: LOSING PURPOSE ♠ BOREDOM ♠ IMBALENCED RELATIONSHIPS ♠ SOCIOPATHIC TENDENCIES ♠ BECOMING COMPLETELY APATHETIC TO LIFE ♠ RATHER DEPENDENT ( NEEDS DIRECTION / TO BE TOLD ) ♠ CRIPPLING FEAR OF NEEDLES ❥ STRENGTHS/TALENTS :: GOING UNNOTICED ♠ FANTASTIC MEMORY ♠ ATHLETIC ♠ OBSERVANT ♠ APPEASING PEOPLE ♠ DOES WELL UNDER PRESSURE ♠ GOOD WORK ETHIC ❥ PERSONALITY :: THE SAFE ASSESSMENT IS THAT LUCAS KNOWS HOW TO WORK PEOPLE, AND HOW TO APPEAL TO THEM. AUTHORITY IS SOMETHING THAT HE DISLIKES, AND RATHER PREFERS MUTUAL UNDERSTANDING AND COOPERATION. HE FINDS DUTY IN MOST THINGS, AND WITHOUT A DIRECTION IS LOST, SOMETHING HE FEARS. HIS MOST SALIENT TRAIT IS THAT HE IS CORDIAL; UNDER THAT, LUCAS TRULY CAN'T STAND OTHER PEOPLE THAT HE DEEMS BORING, AFTER A CERTAIN AMOUNT OF TIME. THE APPEARANCE OF HIS PERSONALITY AFTER THAT IS RATHER COLD AND CALCULATING, BUT HE IS A GENERALLY ( OUTWARDLY ) WARM AND SERVING PERSON. HE SHOWS LITTLE REGRET FOR HIS NEGATIVE ACTIONS, COMING OFF AS SOMETHING AS A SOCIOPATH, BUT HE MOSTLY STRIVES TO MAINTAIN AN IMAGE OF CARING. ❥ OTHER TRAITS :: COOL ♠ THOUGHTFUL ♠ QUIET ♠ PRACTICAL ♠ OUTWARDLY REMORSELESS ♠ INTELLIGENT ❥ SEXUALITY :: PANSEXUAL ❥ FAVORITE COLOR :: WHITE ♠ DARK SLATE TEAL { #366662 } ❥ INSTRUMENTS :: HARP ♠ CELLO ♠ SITAR ❥ CRUSH :: TORVALD TANNHAUSER ❥ CUPID'S BREW? :: YES. ❥ AVAILABILITY:: 3 DAYS ❥ OTHER :: BIRTHDAY IS ON JANUARY 13TH ♠ HEIGHT IS 6'2" ♠ SISTER IS FATIME CYGNETTE
"oH GOD HE'S IN THE CAR // DEAN IS RIDING SAM // THE IMPLICATIONS"
* sensually tap dances on profile *
⎛ DAY 6 ‖ 4/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 26TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ DINING ROOM > LIVING ROOM ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ . . . / FUCKING HELL ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ -1000% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ WELP. THESE POSTS ARE SO COLORFUL. // LEGIT SORRY THIS HAPPENED, YO. ⎠ ❝ . . . ❞ So one thing happened after the other and Sophie found herself not being able to keep up. Breakfast had been . . . going, she guessed, she and a few others had helped serve the food, and then Lucas had served all the drinks. To her pleasure, Pierce had come to say goodbye before leaving. Some of the others were chatting tiredly, cheerfully, and et cetera, and then . . . She had noticed, wasn't sure who else had, that Alex had a bit of a cough. Maybe he had caught something last night? She didn't know. Sophie watched him though, for he wasn't sitting so far away from her, and he seemed to be having trouble breathing. Maybe he was choking? She found herself . . . not getting up. And then he slumped forward, and then she was up — but not moving. Is he dead? She couldn't help but thing of two years ago; summer. Oh, god. She hated thinking about those five hellish days. Zachary was up, making his way over to Alex where Sophie wasn't. She watched the same play of expressions run over his face that they had Alex, and then he collapsed to the floor. Oh, hell. she thought to herself. For a moment, the only thing she thought about was . . . This was going to mean trouble for her parents ( not that she cared much about them, but she was dragged into this too, and . . . ). Crowd control was evident. The others were starting to panic, but Sophie still didn't move and only watched on with a morbid fascination that brought headaches and lightheadedness. When she thought she heard hyperventilating, Sophie looked at Seraphina and saw her face bluing up a little. She frowned. Yes, panic attacks abound . . . Until Seraphina screamed, and snapped her out of her daze. A daunting flash of silver later, Seraphina lodged a knife into her side. Visions of a metal weapon bashing into the back of a drunken man's head crossed her mind, and she stumbled back slightly, gripping her chair. What the hell is going on here? What was it? The food? The drinks? The air? Were the rest of them going to die, too? Sophie looked at Lucas, who was deeply frowning. The sight of blood made Sophie nauseous, and it was all she could do to not regurgitate what breakfast she had eaten. She was barely registering a panicked voice in the background while she gripped her head and tried not to fall over. Call 911, someone said. Yes, that was a good idea. They had access to that, this time. Last time . . . She thought things like this wouldn't happen again. One angry sentence broke through to her. ❝Did you poison us, Sophie — or Lucas? Are we all going to die now?!❞ She stared at him. Poison? Poison . . . She looked at Lucas, and he shook his head, and then she turned on Oliver and glared. ❝Yes, because this was the perfect morning to have dead bodies in my dining room, Oliver.❞ she nearly spat, thick with sarcasm, and then she tied her hair back, and moving over to Seraphina to inspect. Poison? Zoey was calling 911. Yes, once again, good idea. Next thing, Richie was down for the count. Considering . . . But Sophie had nothing to do with this — and she still didn't know what the hell it was that created this catastrophe in her home on this godforsaken morning. She couldn't think straight, moving over to Richie's dropped body to find any similarities. No one else had access to the food . . . Sophie looked over her shoulder at Lucas who was now by her side, turning over Richie's face, looking to be deep in thought. ❝Lucas . . .❞ she said with a warning tone, but once again, he shook his head. Standing up, Sophie looked around the room, from face to face, trying to discern the symptoms in the face that she had seen from both Alex and Zachary. ❝Goddammit,❞ she let out, finding nothing but panic, which wasn't exactly helping. The call with 911 had finished, and now Zoey was crying. ❝What's going . . .❞ Sophie looked over her shoulder to see . . . Who was that? She recognized his face. It looked just like . . . Right, Richie had a twin. A twin named . . . ? ❝. . . on?❞ ❝I'll tell you what's going on,❞ she started, rubbing her face with her hands, ❝I have four fucking people dead in my dining room!❞ She pointed at Alex, at Zachary, at Seraphina, and finally at Richie, who, of course, the twin would take an immediate interest in. Alarms and sirens sounded outside of her house, and Lucas was immediately off to greet them. She stared after him. Had he done this? Her stomach churned at the thought. There were a lot of people . . . No. Not Lucas. Never Lucas. She looked at Freddie, just about ready to scream her head off because she felt so fucking done with this shit . No. She needed to play the good host. Make sure no one panicked. The authorities walked in, and immediately Sophie was moving everyone to the living room. ❝Yes, this is my home. I'm open to all questions, please do something about this.❞ She was nearly hysterical about it. The paramedics were in immediately. Soon, they ushered her into the living room with the others, and she was just about ready to collapse again. ❝Lucas,❞ she called, slipping a bit out of control in front of everyone, her voice angry and harsh. He came from the kitchen after being dismissed by an authority, ❝Are you going to tell me what the hell happened in my dining room and why the fuck I have four goddamned people dead, and why the fuck these people think we poisoned them?❞ She slammed and pinned him into a wall ( it looked quite the spectacle; he was heads taller than her ). He shook his head once more, and she slapped him, wrenching his head to the side. ❝. . . You didn't give me time to reply.❞ he said calmly, removing his crooked glasses and fixing them. ❝I have no idea what happened to those four. There was absolutely nothing wrong with them all morning, and nothing wrong with them last night. No, I did not poison the food or drink because then all of use would be like them. I am being perfectly honest when I say I don't exactly know what happened.❞ His face remained relatively calm and unchanged, and that would have put her on edge, if he wasn't like that all of the time. Sophie spun on her heel and looked at all of the others, then began to pace. Her mind began to replay seeing the blood come out of Seraphina's side, seeing the blood come out of David's head. Seeing the blood. Seeing the blood. Seeing the blood. She pressed herself against the wall in order to prevent herself from falling over. ❝You should sit down, Ni - ❞ ❝You should suck my fucking dick, Lucas,❞ she snapped, cutting him off, but he seemed relatively unfazed. She did, however, take his advice and sit down on one of the couches. Deep breaths. Long nights, long mornings. ❝Miss Bennett, we're going to have to ask you a few questions.❞ She asked them to give her a moment, and then turned to the others. ❝Whatever you think I or . . . Lucas did, we didn't. I haven't the slightest idea of what happened in there, and . . .❞ She covered her mouth for one moment, trying not to vomit, ❝I honestly didn't need this, not now. I . . .❞ She bit her lip and tried to think of what to say. ❝. . . am truly sorry this happened.❞ Putting a hand to her face and calming herself for a long moment, she eventually let out a breath, and then joined one of the cops in the kitchen, answering any and all questions, leaving the guests to do what they wanted. C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E ☁ 1 1 : 3 3 A M ☁
Don't own a Wii-U, but because I love Nintendo like a good puppy, I will buy one for the sake of this game ( and some of the others that look wonderful ). I'll probably cave and buy the 3DS version, as well. ( Luckily, I already have one. )
[ OOC : Saxima is still in a s h i t mood, so I'm BSing this post. ] The provocation for some other being to possess her and choose for her didn't work, and she thought it wouldn't. It didn't seem like the kind of thing that happened on command, which was pretty ****ing annoying. Either it happened when she wanted it to, or it didn't happen at all. Eventually, Hay Sun decided that she would call . . . one of them tomorrow. Not Renvick. She wanted to avoid Renvick. Maybe Hansen, or one of the others . . . Ugh. After a shower and a night snack, Hay Sun tiredly climbed into bed and then fell asleep.
Now, think of who is saying this; think of how much it means. There's your answer.
I always cared about it. ( I even wrote a personal narrative about a previous unhealthy mental obsession with it and submitted it to the 10th anny contests. herka ) * sobs quietly upon memories * // In other news, yes, welcome back to the fandom. Time to crank out your fanfiction. aherka.
H U S S L E • A N D • B U S S L E • M O R N I N G Late to sleep, early to rise; something one of my personal mentors used to tell me. Being diligent in everything I do was a good work ethic, and I should never let that habit die to pleasure or temptation of things that might ruin me. Despite my lack of interest in school, it was something that passed me through with flying colors, at the top of my class.Each of the guests had woken up one by one while I was preparing breakfast, and the kitchen had become far too noisy and crowded for the time of morning, for SOPHIE, anyway. Her hangover was nothing to sneeze at, and it would have been a terrible idea to upset her.While she escorted everyone to the dining room — they had stayed in there for at least a good ten minutes — I had taken the opportunity to see what non-present guests were up to. NATALIE WILLIAMS and SARAH COLEMAN were leaving the premises, and I had no reason to stop them; a bothersome pair, they had been last night. TUCKER KNOWLES and MARIA HARTWICK had fallen asleep together, and only one of them was up. QUENTIN was still in his own room.PIERCE MHENJER was the one who concerned me. She had left her room rather early, and was now in the main foyer. Leaving without saying goodbye to SOPHIE? Unacceptable, but there may be something I don't know — which is a rarity. I quickly walk down to the foyer ( I only have three minutes left ), and greet PIERCE.❝Good morning, Pierce,❞ I begin, ❝I hope you are not leaving without bidding farewell to Sophie. She would not be pleased if you did.❞ There is a troubled look on her face, and I can see that she did not want to be found. ❝Perhaps she upset you, but I'm sure she did not really mean to. I hope that you will reconsider parting on a bad note.❞ I smile at her, and then return to the kitchen.The others were relatively alright, which was almost a bit to my dismay.Oftentimes, people mistake my niceties and cordiality for being fond of them, but truth be told, I cannot stand most of them. Each of them has at least one thing that interests me, yes, otherwise . . .I return to the kitchen just as SOPHIE arrives once more, and then FREDERICK makes his morning appearance, and I serve him coffee, per request. I have a small idea as to what may be going on between the two, but it isn't my place to intervene. Conflict among friends, I have been told, is best settled among friends.❝Breakfast is almost ready, Nico.❞ I tell her, and she nods at me. Moments later, another commotion begins, and I hear babbling from a hungover TORVALD TANNHAUSER, who explodes through the kitchen door.I calmly turn around and assess the situation. He is holding a vase of great monetary value; a relic from the Ming Dynasty, and on his head is a lampshade. I nearly laugh, but catch myself. He's broken furniture, there's bits of ceramic attached near the collar of his shirt. I am obviously not pleased with this.He tells me, specifically me, a comrade, he calls me, that the REVOLUTION will not continue, for he has a headache. He tries and fails to walk, and falls to the ground — but that is not the best part; he hits a pan's handle with his hand and it catapults to the ceiling with perfect trajectory. It takes everything in me to not laugh and keep a calm face.He asks me for his medical kit, to which I duly retrieve from a cabinet in the living room, where I confiscated it from him for trying to play forensics on one of the pillows in his drunken stupor. Then he mentions something that catches me off guard.Honey and tea.I smile, and then help TORVALD into a chair, and immediately prepare him warm honey and builder's tea. He seems like the type. I confiscate the vase and place it somewhere safe.❝The revolution cannot be led without its ignition, Tannhauser. An ignition cannot be lit if it has a headache.❞ I say with a smile, ❝Keep quiet and drink your tea, now.❞Moments later, breakfast is served. I ask all of the guests to help me set the table, and then everyone is sitting and beginning to eat. ❝Breakfast is served.❞ I say, and retreat to the kitchen, for the drinks. One FATIME CYGNETTE has spoken to me recently, of a devilish little plan she has.I have heard of it, this . . . Cupid's Brew, but I do not believe in such things as it. Of course, I would never let her have her way as she pleases, even if I didn't, so she chooses for people with my consent; RICHIE, ZACHARY, SERAPHINA, AND ALEX ( These are four people I have no quarrel with messing with, simply for the reason that I have one interest in them ). I pour the drinks, she pours the brew, we mix them together, and then I serve them all, so things are conspicuous.I join them at the table, next to SOPHIE, and we all begin to eat.
⎛ DAY 6 ‖ 1/4 ⎠ ☁ ⎛ DATE ‖ DECEMBER 26TH ⎠ ☁ ⎛ LOCATION ‖ KITCHEN ⎠ ⎛ MOOD ‖ CALM ⎠ ☁ ⎛ ❤!! ‖ 0% ⎠ ☁ ⎛ WEARING ⎠ ⎛ OOC ‖ PROBABLY MY LAST POST OF THE NIGHT. ⎠ ❝ＢＩＴＥ ＹＯＵＲ ＴＯＮＧＵＥ.❞ Leaving the others in the dining room while she returned to Lucas had been a decent idea. They weren't around to annoy her, make her headache worse, or make her coffee taste too bitter. She sighed. They would probably think her a bad host, but they were lucky she didn't throw them all out in the snow. ❝Good morning, Freddie.❞ Lucas said, and Sophie force swallowed her coffee, her posture remaining the same. She had been sleepy last night, and her mind hadn't exactly been in . . . the right state. Freddie, thought she would never outwardly admit it, was her friend. Most people would say Sophie Bennett did not have friends — she had playthings and marionettes. While that was mostly true, there was one very special person every now and again that did rise above the level of 'Toy' and become 'Acquaintance', and then become 'Friend'. It was a long and arduous process for the one that wasn't Sophie, but sometimes it was worth it. ❝What's up, people?❞ Sophie looked over her shoulder and him and made eye contact. One, two, three, four . . . There. Four very long seconds of looking directly at each other before he looked away. He remembered what she did. There were three paths from here; one, mess with his mind and continue from last night, two, ask him about it and be genuine, or three, leave it alone. ❝A very hungover morning.❞ Sophie replied, and then tapped the seat next to her while Lucas offered Freddie ginger ale or coffee. ❝I prefer not to touch base on . . . last night.❞ she said simply, playing with his hair. After all, he was her friend, and she decided she should never mess with friends' minds unless it was serious. ❝Breakfast is nearly ready, Nico.❞ C U R R E N T ☁ T I M E ☁ 1 1 : 0 6 A M ☁
