If I didn't have to I wouldn't
*hugs tight* I'm sorry, I really am.
can't in school rightnow
*hides with you*
That's because you are.
I feel like my soul is sucked out. Basically, it's like every other tuesday.
The Farriel glanced over at the blind woman, shooting daggers through his slitted eyes. Rather high and mighty for a blind human and She doesn't have a clue zipped through his thoughts as he analyized her. He'd let her know his true beliefs, but for the others, a more political touch was needed. His words needed to be choosed carefully. Carefully, the rolled the thoughts onto his tongue, connecting letters and stitching sentences between his fangs. He hated the taste words left in his mouth. They were always so bitter and flaky. Still, words weren't to satisfy the mouth, but for the ears. "Even if your friend can manufacture a farry, we'd still need a pilot and anyone else that is involved in its upkeep and navigation. There is also the question of defenses which require workers to operate them. All of this could be handled by an allready operational ship and its crew. Wouldn't you say?"
hey there, dude
"Oh really?" The recruit mocked, a taste of amusment on his words. "You're going to blunt me are you? Well, if that's the case, go ahead and grind me down." The nobody took one step forward. He raised his arms into the air and extended them out to his sides, mocking her, daring her. Burn little fuse burn echoed through his thoughts only to rewind and replay over and over. Burn burn burn burn burn There were going to be fireworks tonight. Hopefully, the bleached white castle would be painted with his special kind of red.
Looking up, Gex didn't know if what emotiong he should have felt. If he had any, he was pretty sure it would be a tie between relieved and beyond scared. Finally, someone could help him help Xion. The only catch was, the pet Cloud wanted him dead. Torn, he did the only thing he could, beg. "You! he roared. "Please, help her! She's miscarriaging and if we don't act fast she'll fade."
Helpless, utterly helpless. The masochist sat by the girl's side, clutching her hand. Maybe if she squeezed back some of the pain would be transfered to her. Damn hellspawnm, it chose the wrong person to make suffer. If it was born, the child would grow and prosper into a beautiful sadist that could have his fill with his screams and his spasms.
"I do have a tongue Larxene." replied the new member to the nymphs insults. "But from what I've seen, mine is probably far to sharp for you. It might pierced that over inflated ego of yours." With his hood raised, the newbie showed no expression or telegraphed any intentions. Underneath the tar black garb however, he was smiling a twisted grin. She was a mean one alright, anyone could tell. Her fuse was short and when it is burned out not even the sun burns brighter. All he needed was s few more jabs and he'd see the fireworks.
as long as you don't drunk dial me, I'll be fine. see you then.
I know, kinda weird.
I wonder what dragged the spamzone regulars to the site.
ah I came here to rp. Mixt introduced me.
I thought he said that was three ppl right there maybe, but what draws people to this site?
The trick is the marketing. We'd need a hook of some kind to make people want to come.
If I ever do. and I appreciate it. I really do.
