We're not that crazy. *sits on floor and still has back to the rest of the world*
So...Now what....? *runs to corner and faces walls*
Nymph will probably say it's fine if you join...Yay...Roxas Cookies. *eats Roxas cookie*
..............You guys are discussing Bleach?
I don't know...Darn..I have to go again...Damn children who don't know how to plug in a PS3...-_-
Yeah.....*listens to White Flag*...I have NO idea why I'm listening to that song..It was made in like 2003.
.............I'm back.
Soon....I hope. Later guys.
...I'm going offline.....I have things to do. What are these things you wander....? ...Who knows. I leave you all with this poem ::: Ah, broken is the golden bowl! the spirit flown forever! Let the bell toll! - a saintly soul floats on the Stygian river; And, Guy de Vere, hast thou no tear? - weep now or nevermore! See! on yon drear and rigid bier low lies thy love, Lenore! Come! let the burial rite be read - the funeral song be sung! - An anthem for the queenliest dead that ever died so young - A dirge for her the doubly dead in that she died so young. "Wretches! ye loved her for her wealth and hated her for her pride, And when she fell in feeble health, ye blessed her - that she died! How shall the ritual, then, be read? - the requiem how be sung By you - by yours, the evil eye, - by yours, the slanderous tongue That did to death the innocence that died, and died so young?" Peccavimus; but rave not thus! and let a Sabbath song Go up to God so solemnly the dead may feel no wrong. The sweet Lenore hath "gone before," with Hope, that flew beside, Leaving thee wild for the dear child that should have been thy bride. For her, the fair and debonair, that now so lowly lies, The life upon her yellow hair but not within her eyes The life still there, upon her hair - the death upon her eyes. "Avaunt! avaunt! from fiends below, the indignant ghost is riven - From Hell unto a high estate far up within the Heaven - From grief and groan, to a golden throne, beside the King of Heaven! Let no bell toll, then, - lest her soul, amid its hallowed mirth, Should catch the note as it doth float up from the damned Earth! And I! - to-night my heart is light! - no dirge will I upraise, But waft the angel on her flight with a Paean of old days!"
"Um....Okay," Tasogare mumbled, confused. OOC: I have to go...Bye.
..........I try to be nice....Forget it. I give up. *waves white flag*
Where the bloody hell did you get that?! I never said I can't stand you. I just don't like being insulted by you. Sometimes, I can't stand you, but not all the time. Not being able to stand you...Is like not being able to stand myself. You complete me GateKeeper.
Tasogare nodded. She was about speak when she heard a loud noise. Her eyes went back to purple and her face regained it's expression. She blinked a cpuple times and then looked at Geryl. "Did you hear that?"
OOC: I don't know....I really have to start posting there... Tasogare looked at Geryl. "Explain, please."
I like Plum too. But Royal Blue....No...Plum. When I'm ticked I'll use Black.
Sam walked to her locker. She turned the knob of her lock and opened the locker. She switched her books and closed the locker.
OOC: Yep. Her name's Yuzuki...She's a persocom. ^^ "Why?" Tasogare asked. "Why must you make explosives?"
...And your proud of this? I need an offical....Should it be Plum or Dark Orchid? Or maybe even Red? But what about Royal Blue?
OOC: Yay! I found a picture...This is what her eyes are doing Tasogare nodded and looked at the ground. "There for over 400 tiles in this school..." She mumbled. She faced forward, but didn't look at Geryl. "What have you been doing?"
OOC: I don't know...I'm bored....Let's just say...She accidently went into the wrong class. But don't worry..I'll fix it. Sam stood, relaizing shewas in the wrong room. "Hmph..." She thought. "I'll just leave." She stood up, picked up her things and left the classroom.
