The Postbox

Too late in the night for Kelly. She went off hours ago. Not her.

 

Okay then. Thank you for clarifying.

 

why is makaze trying to figure out who posted these again?

 

I believe this is why:

 

But the messenger is shooting him. xD

 

Because I love to do detective work and I believe that I can manage it. A good chance to test out my intuition and tracking is this.

 

Although .... it's spamming the thread B|.

 

Then let me clarify for you. I've never sent anything to Postbox. I tell people up front.

 

Ruled you out already. Public speculation plays more than one role.

It is more likely someone I expect. If you say these kinds of things about me, then you would not know what I would expect, not seeing the full scope of my thought process. Have we spoken before? I assume so, else this is rather... Backward.

Your*

You should watch that grammar.

 

Don't feed the troll... First rule. Expect to be bored to death. My only reason for speaking was to find out who you are.

Saxima.

 

inb4it'snother.

 

No, I am right about this one. She admitted it.

 

It is. Her typing quirk (spaced out ellipsis) is present. Though I figured it out from the last message. :v

 

Same. Good eye, Plums.

 

I do not like how people can be so shamelessly open about it (or better yet, shamelessly secretive!), call me naive but I thoroughly believe that anything you've to say to another should be said upfront, personally. Face-to-face with the menace. Speaking behind a person's back, or resorting to anonymity is very weak. See how they shamelessly make a spectacle of themselves. Will they later regret it, their actions? Impulsive, impulsive. I would think so. Nothing angers me more than these weaknesses, which they shamelessly flaunt. It is angering, it is bothering! I am too easily affected, and with that too judgmental.

Let fools be fools.

No. I will not pretend to be unaffected.

It is angering, these behaviors. I am not speaking of only this event, this event here was merely the impetus. Impeding me to a rant. Isn't it strange? An impetus moves me forward and yet to impede is to hinder. The English language is certainly strange.

 

...It was not directed toward you. I hold no ill feelings toward you. The majority of these anonymous post-its have been, as far as I know, quite cheery. It is when such personal things, as seen here, are brought up that I spark. It makes me think, can they not mind themselves; where are their sense of boundaries? A spectacle, shouting obscenities and making a scene in where anyone can see, and for what. Why do they. Attention? They could so easily contact the object, or person rather, of their loathings and save everyone the inconvenience.

I suppose I just simply cannot begin to understand it. I am, I suppose, a... relatively, relatively private person.

But forget it. I do not wish to be a hassle. I apologise if you were offended, thought I was targeting you specifically. I was not, not at all.

 

She must be talking about me and my cruelness towards Makaze. Oh well. I thought it was funny, and I was in a rut last night about it, so if you're going to lecture me, shoot your worst. I've heard worse things from you towards me anyway.

As for you, Plumsy, you get a cookie. Indeed that is my quirk. :3

More cruel messages, possibly. And if you could, LARiA, tell that to the Anons that have been attacking me on Tumblr, they seem to love it so much.​