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=she stared blankly, slowly mentally digesting what Damon had said= "Ah..." =she nodded, though raher confused. Death for her had been rather simple, which she proceeded to explain= "You see...all that happened to me was...well first came the lack of oxygen...all that gunk in my lungs...suffocated on it. Anyway...it was rather odd...then it went all dark...Like...someone had turned off the lights in my head...I couldn't see anything...I was merely floating...stuck for a while, you know? It felt like it had been only a day...but by the time I could take a form...it had been a month...It was really weird." =she made a face as she finished explaining, paying no attention to Elwen= "As for my current state right now...Ok, I suppose...I'm still not sure if I have emotions still, though there I did feel a bit concerned for your death. Odd...I know. Upon meeting you, dear nephew, things have gone....odd." =she smiled slightly= "You got over that fact rather quickly...I...however..." =she gave a meek shrug=

{{thanks!..erm...this is a shot in the dark sorta...never really did a thing like this before }} =The figure turns around, looking no older that 17. Pulling out her pair of die, she shakes her head in annoyance at the dwarf= "This game is getting a little too...boring for my tastes..." =she turns back to the group= "Anyone up for a game?" =she tossed the dice up in the air, watching them fall and roll= "Snake eyesssss!" =she hisses, grinning mischeviously. Her elvish ears stick out from her hair, but this is hardly anything new to anyone. In fact, save for the coat (which looks quite new, compared to the rest of her clothing), she looks like a normal traveller. But of course she's not...= "Well? It'll be clean, here, you can even examine the dice." =with a flick of the wrist, the dice go flying into the hands of a skeptical looking ogre. She puts her feet up on the table, waiting for the group to make a decision, listening to bits and pieces of other's conversations, hushed by the early morning hour=

{{....I understand. }} =he glared= "ARE YOU CRAZY?! Be like me?! Are you kidding?! Me?! Forget my past?!" =he looked halfway disgusted, halfway shocked. How on earth could she think that he let go of his past?= "And of course I believe them. Listen to me, kid. I. Killed. Period." =he pointed at Ki= "Ask her for food, you ate all mine." =he ran his fingers through his hair= "Oh Gods...what I would do for an ale right now..." /That's it, Red. Fall back on your old comfort. A nice pint or two, and you'll be on your way. Forgetting the past for a while, wouldn't it be grand? Hahaha./ =he twitched= "No...I take that back."

Yes...well...you really have no idea much this means to me... yes, I'm a dork....but hey...i don't care.

=melts= AWW!! Jeeze! -can't put her gratitude into words- Mmmm...I'd hug you...like...literally...but it would be seen as wrong...by me...I'm definately saving this...and putting it up on my wall

....so does that mean you like it...or what?? =winces= crap. I'm being self centered. RGH!!

=he winced slightly and petted Cyndy's head awkwardly= "Hey now...calm down..." =he said quietly, brushing off the uneasy feeling that was slowly crawling up his spine= "I know you're not...don't put yourself down, kid." =he shook his head= "You're gonna end up like me." =he stared into space for a while, before answering Cyndy's inquiriries= "Yes..." =he shuddered= "But revenge gets you nowhere. You hear me? NOWHERE." =he growled, looking Cyndy in the eye= "Just as bad as the ones you tried to get revenge on...worse...you'll be halfway to becoming the demon they see you as."

I think that WHATEVER it is, it should be read in that creepy Death voice you did during that ONE freelance rp...with tinkly piano/and or faded cymbols in the backround...Like the poemy thinger at the end of ...But Home is Nowhere by AFI. You know what I'm talking about, right, Merry? I <3 this...reminds me of Traise's past meets Yasi's past meets said AFI song =runs off muttering about original works & forensics=

{{one quick question....is gambling "allowed" in the city? Edit: ok, you did...next question...where exactly is the setting? As in...where the hell would my character BE right now? I feel like a newb all over again!! Even though I've been rping since the summer before 8th grade...forgive me...}}

{{^^; thankees much! Course...Yasi will be in flashbacks for a while, but ah well.}} =He shook his head, looking even more disheveled, if possible= "Gods around..." =he muttered softly= "I...I never knew my father..." =he said, looking down at the dozing kitten= "They called me a bastard." =he twitched slightly= "They killed her, as well. Tried to kill me...but...I got away." =he shuddered, tracing over the burn mark on his shoulder through his shirt= "It wasn't her fault that I looked like some sort of demon...." =he closed his eyes, falling silent for a few moments then sitting straight up, looking as if he had been stabbed= "Not again..."

{{erm...this is been in a notebook for a while...decided to post it in response to Damon Inferel's Friends poem...not that it's directed entirely at him }} These are the days... The days when time acts like a bitch Moving too fast. These are the days when I just want to stop. Not die, Just stop. Just give all my friends Something they can hold on to. Something that will make all their shit go away. Something I can't give them. These are the days.... I just want everything to stop. I want to never leave this room again I just want to sit here... With you. And telling you How much I care. And how I'll never leave your side. How grateful I am for you. How I'll never let you slip away And then turn to everyone else Tell them the same thing And never leave that room. These are the days... When I think too much When I feel too much When I care too much All I want is to stop. With you. These are the days....

{{such a cute little kitten! ^^; Poor Yasuo indeed, /how/ on earth is he supposed to maintain his aloof, meloncholy attitude with /her/ around? =grins=}} =He shook his head= "No...I won't let that happen again. I refuse." =he muttered, glancing down at Cyndy, frowning slightly= {{....and Pip's written herself into a corner. Bah.}}

=sigh= ANOTHER heart wrenching, tear jerker from the almighty Neko Boy. =smiles= I like this...as well as all your other stuff....I'd really love to see your stuff published one day, but I know how fregin self concious *you* can get. [i have a hard enough time posting things here on the Pen. ]

=He continued to stare blankly, seeing nothing but the memories replaying over and over= Stop. Rewind. Play. Repeat. =His left hand twitched slightly, the only other part of him moving was his chest, rising and falling with his slow breath= A figure sitting in shadows, katana catching a bit of sun and gleaming with the light, appearing to the couple walking by as merely a trick of the eye. The male was tall, sandy hair falling lazily in all directions, the female was smaller, more delicate, brown hair drawn up into a bun, her hand on the man's arm. The two of them smiled at each other, the perfect couple. The figure shifted, a raven's call bringing him to the couple's attention. A cold look in his eyes, he caculates his move, in a matter of seconds, the woman lies dying on the ground. A cry of disbelief, the woman's husband turning to face the assassin. "Yasi...Why?!" A look of guilt crosses the anthro's features, vanishing quickly. "I...didn't know....." He replies, voice dull. "I....I'm sorry." He turns and before the man can blink, is gone, melting into the shadows. A rose lies next to the bloodied katana, the raven's dead body nearby =Back in the present, a single tear makes it's way down his face, {{OOC:on 5...AWW!}} a whispered cry escapes from his lips= "...No...." {{...you /really/ think I'm that perfect? Woah, buddy, I'm the last person here who deserves a break. Not sparing any details, but yeh. Let's not get into that. End subject, now.}}

=blinkedy= very nice....and emotional for me...but that's just cos I'm listed as your friend...yeah....I like it...a lot...now excuse me while I look for a tissue or a sleeve or something...but dun feel bad, I really really really [-continues with the really's for a loooong time] like it. :yuismile:

=He opened one eye, frowning slightly= "Hey! Mine!" =he grabbed the bag and held it protectively= "Mine!" =he growled, though his odd amusement with the sleeping Cyndy ruined the threatnening look he was going for= "Oh Gods, what am I supposed to do with her?! I...I don't want her to get hurt! Even if she is annoying." =falling once again back into the room in his head, he looked detachted, almost comotose, but his eyes remained open this time, only intensifing the effect= {{oh god...I went and said the wrong thing again...shit...please don't feel bad!!}}

{{funny...i can't see straight, you're tired...eh}} "I...don't think so..." =she looked queasy, if she actually had a stomach, she'd probably be throwing up whatever was in it= "I don't plan on dying again..." =she sighed= "I'd love to know what happened back there...." =a thought occured as she stared at the no longer sporting giant holes in his head Damon= I don't remember Death being like THAT

{{=resists urge to glomp & steal kitty faces=}} =The ghost turned her attention away from the ground she was so intently staring at and looked at the spirit= "H....ello..." =she blinked slowly, looking as if she were either about to fall over or pass out. Neither one mattered much to her, but the annoying intoxicated feeling worried her a bit= "Wh....what's going on....?"

The wooden kangaroo jumps up and hits someone's face The small orange cat destroys some lace. An anthro wolf goes flying by Riding a tuna across the sky. A little green haired man counts down from 5 With a squeak and a pop, he is no longer alive. A pink kitty says mew And downs a bottle of mountain dew. The green trenchcoated neko boy is annoying coy. What's the difference between thieves & crooks? I don't know, look it up in those books. A half a hole decides to eat a mole, but then it folds in two and implodes. Why this poem is so random I cannot fathom. A communist smurf looks like Karl Marx Nearby a tree barks And the dog leaves Watch out for those bees! It's time for the end here's to you, my friend A round of drinks for all! Now excuse me while I pass out in the hall.

I like it, Merry!! And I laugh at the somewhat inside joke of it all...only it's not an inside joke, but some of the lines are. Yeah...=grins and nods=

@Alaeha: AIE! SOMEONE WHO KNOWS WHERE SMEG COMES FROM!!! "Ooh! I've turned into a frog!" @Everyone else:...It's not just about a cat...but you wouldn't know that unless you were me/knew me personally. =mumbles about unclear metaphores=

=blinks= woah...you hit how i felt today in bio perfectly...a twinge unnerving...but mebbe it's cos I relate to this more than anything...ermmm...=attempts to think of something constructive= =silence= I like it...yeh...It's a lot different from the side of you that /I/ know, but it doesn't put me off in the least. [should I have said that? ] You sound like someone writing poetry from Johnny the Homicidal Maniac [JtHM--comic by Jhonen Vasquez] VERY COOL!! We're all sadastic at times...

The cat was pink... It once said meow... It used to wear green... But I don't know... That cat has gone Left as silently as it came Never to be seen again Who knows? It may still be pink It may still say meow It may still wear green But I don't know.. That cat has gone Left as silently as it came Never to be seen again [[A/N: Sometimes I wonder just what the smeg goes on inside my head. Autumn's weird...Pip just sits there and types out what she tells her to type out. ]]

=nods silently in agreement w/ the above comment and slinks out to attempt an Omi based poem thing.= Er...yeh...I like it...a lot....I just have the worst time reviewing things without sounding like I've just snorted 50 pixie stix. =smiles meekly and runs off=

-nodders- =pip hands out good luck cookies and dances about insanely= The hyper pipper says "GOOD LUCK! THIS IS GOOD! RAWR! =with bow she turns and explodes=