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Suuuuuure you are. Your rebuttal can such my giant texan-sized dick. • u •

look at that kawaii-as-**** face. you know what its saying arch? It's saying that Saxima's word is the law.

THE LAW.

I'm not really knowledgeable with these kinds of things, but this honestly seems like a pretty bad idea. For one, I don't believe that there are enough people who are skilled enough in those fields provided in the source quote to even fill up all the spaces for jobs. Second, the Death Star is roughly the size of a moon, where are we going to build it? Surely not out in space, the amount of money that would take, not to mention gasoline and other resources . . . It'd take years, maybe even decades to finish. Even if we could build it on Earth, how the heck are we supposed to launch it? And the Moon/a moon is larger than the United states - what are we gonna do, build part of it here, launch it, and then finish it there?

I'unno. I don't like it.

Hello, Keero. You seem like a competent person, and we need more of those kinds of people coming to KHV, seriously. I hope you enjoy your time here with us, and try to spread your wings and make lots of new friends! If you ever need someone to talk to, just give me a holler. • u •

oh thank god

that plams doesnt look like a psychotic killer in this one

I know I'm about six days late on this, but happy birthday, Lili. Whenever you get the chance you should log on to MSN or add me on Skype. I miss...

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xxxxxxxxxx Just as she had fallen asleep, Kallisti had woken up with tears rolling down her face. That damn dream . . . Last night, she knew she would have a terrible night, but she didn't think it was going to be so bad. Now that she had woken up this morning, she glowered at the fact that it had been so awful . . .

Immediately soothing her nerves was the smell of food. Was someone cooking? Cooking for them? Surely not . . . They were guests, but there were so many of them. Brian's parents? No . . . Brian? Would he really do that . . . ? From her humble spot in the corner of the living room, Kallisti quickly cleaned her face and took a deep breath; today was a new day, waking up was like being reborn in a way.

In her sweatshirt and leggings, she felt warm, secure . . . It was nice because this wasn't her house, and she always felt strange in other people's houses simply because she didn't know the best escape if she ever needed to fly out of a bad situation. Voices drifted from the kitchen as she woke up more and more, and eventually she stood. Looking around, it was like a shelter for battered teenagers. How . . . tragic.

She walked into the kitchen to see a buzzing Aileen and Brian, and then there was Madeline, to Kallisti's surprise, sitting at the table and munching on a strip of bacon. She liked bacon, she suddenly wanted some . . . " . . . Good morning. " she said quietly to the others, claiming a chair close to her only friend in the room, " How is everyone? "



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Hey guys, sorry about being late on posting the poll, but hell came to my house yesterday and I'm very sick this morning. I feel like I'm pregnant, yo. It's not cool.

Anyway, I'll post the poll soon. Give me about two hours or something.

UNTIL THEN, ALL ENTRIES ARE CLOSED.

Feenie, hi. • u •

✖ Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. How do you think she died?

✖ If you guessed old age, you're wrong. Sylvia Plath committed suicide by placing her head in the oven, while the gas was on. She was 30-years-old.

✖ Did you know that the indie rock band The Antlers have a song named " Sylvia ", and some of the lyrics refer to Sylvia Plath?

✖ To Saxima, why can't you be that bad?

✖ Favorite anime and/or anime character.

✖ Madoka or Mami?

✖ Cherries or strawberries?

✖ In Midnight's post, she asked for one word to describe yourself; why did you choose that word?

✖ Oh no, Dark and Bushy are both dangling over a pit of man-eating bunnies! You can only save one of them; who do you save?

✖ The ever -original : Impressions?

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xxxxxxxxxx One thing Kallisti was happy for was that Brian had peanut butter, jelly, and iced lemon tea. She ate in a corner of the kitchen, facing away from everyone else, becoming a little more emotional as she chewed on the delicious food. She was so sad . . . And eating didn't look like it was helping. She was lucky to be alive, and the house had received her well enough . . . considering. Madeline hadn't said much to her either, but they seemed to have an understanding of silence between each other and they were comfortable with that.

When she washed down her god-sent, childhood favorite, she made her way back to the living room and grabbed a blanket and a quaint pillow and huddled up in a corner, becoming warm on herself. This was kind of . . . nice. She was comfortable here, despite it not being her home. She would go home tomorrow, surely, all the water would be drained out and her father would be on repairs. It would be nice to sleep in her own bed again. Kallisti knew she was going to sleep horribly tonight, but . . . Maybe she deserved it.

Her blue eyes fluttered closed and she fell into her dreams, tears streaming down her face.

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xxxxxxxxxx He was tired, but satisfied with the outcome of this little . . . experiment. Yeah, he could call it that. He was sitting up in his slightly messy bed - of course it would be messy, considering - and had his arm stretched out over the bed board, his other hand to his mouth with a lit cigarette already in it, being burnt away.

The girl knew she was only being used, of course she did, he could tell she wasn't that much of an idiot. He'd been courteous, given her a good hour to recover, to revitalize herself and realize what had happened. Maybe she regretted it. Maybe not. But she wanted the attention - she had daddy issues. Not enough of a father figure in her life - that's to say, not a strong, firm figure in her life. Her mom was a wreck, her sister was a brat. For a little while, he'd given her sanctuary, and she was grateful. He smiled behind the wisp of cloud that came from his cigarette.

When he finished it, he rubbed the stub into the ashtray by his bed and slid comfortably under his covers, thinking of this or that, and then his phone rang. Sighing, he picked it up and put it to his ear, " I'm just about to get to bed, what do you want? "

" You'd think you were talking to your brother or something, Harley. " came the sound of his dad's voice.

Harley rolled his eyes, " What do you want, dad? "

" Kallisti made a mess today, and she asked me to clean it up. " he explained over the line, and he perked up at the mention of her name, " In exchange, she's gonna give me a favor. Just thought I'd let you know. "

The line went dead and Harley shot up in his bed, looking at his phone in disbelief in the darkness of his room. That guy. He wasn't going to be getting that favor. But for now, Harley would let him think that. Sighing again, he slid back under his covers and went to sleep.

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xxxxxxxxxx Getting to Brian's had been . . . easy enough, after she was able to find her car three blocks down and almost on its side, next to another car that looked like it was going to fall apart. The waters of the flood had receded slightly, and when she opened the door, buckets of water came out. She was shocked that it was still in once piece, but surely wasn't complaining. The seats were leather, so their only retained tiny drops and puddles of water, so she quickly removed her long sleeve shirt under her vest and cleaned up what she could . . .

Kallisti was so tired . . . So tired . . . But she tried not to focus on the last two days and drove to a clothing store that was open - luckily a thrift store - and picked out a new set of clothing to wear, and bought some nightwear as well, seeing as she was staying at Brian's for the night. Would Madeline want clothing, too? No matter, she bought extra clothing, anyway.

On the way to Brian's house, in her slightly tattered car, Kallisti pondered to herself many things; if Peter had cleaned up that wretched mess she created, if she would ever be forgiven by herself or anyone else that knew of her deed, and if any of them hated her. All three thoughts made her choke back tears; she couldn't be seen crying, ever. No one would see her cry . . .

She was happy that Brian hadn't commented too much on her inviting Madeline to come along for the night, but she didn't know if she could face all of those people by herself . . . Madeline made her feel more comfortable, less . . . quiet. She knew it was rude to invite people, but they were all in the same boat, and Brian seemed like the type for always making new acquaintances . . .

Normally, Kallisti wouldn't care for what people thought of her, in any aspect, but this was . . . different. It was different. They had all seen her kill that girl - regardless of her being voted the one to do it. It was a repetitive set of thoughts, but she just couldn't get it out of her mind . . .

" Good evening, Brian. " she said in a soft voice, after she had walked into the house for him answering it. It was a lovely home, very warm and comfortable feeling - in a stark contrast to the school and the auditorium, " Thank you for letting me come, tonight. It is most appreciative . . . "



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xxxxxxxxxx He had left the school before the flooding had gotten too bad. He smirked to himself, thinking what a pity it was that he left her behind. Was she okay, he wondered? Probably. Tough as nails, that one. Not even his dad could knock a dent in her - and man, oh man, did he do her a good one. On the surface, he was perfectly calm about this, but deep down, he was raging with the fires of a thousand suns. His dad, that bastard, touching what wasn't his.

In any case . . . This flood hadn't been an ordinary one. Crestatia - that cute little girl - probably caused it in one of her fits. Oh yeah, he knew the lady could strike him down then and there, but he wasn't afraid to die. There were few things he was afraid of, actually, but he'd never tell any of them to anyone. No, that'd be no fun. Instead, he liked to find out other people's weaknesses, use them against them.

He pulled his cigarette pack from the pocket of his black jeans and flicked one out, and in one smooth movement, he had it lit and felt the delicious fire on his tongue. This was a bit of a serenity for him, and there was no one to stop him - like they could anyway - since he lived alone. It was nice to be your own caretaker, gave you a sense of ownership, of domination. He sat on the roof of his condo, looking out into the flooded Coy City. Man, there were tons of places that looked like shit. Off in the distance, there was Sealand, and in the trees of Sealand Park lived the elegant princess. Her house was probably alright. He wondered if Uncle Lee was alright. Probably, the guy was pretty resourceful when he needed to be.

He inhaled another mouthful of smoke, the slight burning sensation on the back of his throat feeling pleasant. He smiled at it. He saw a girl, one with brown hair and green eyes, making her way shakily to his home. Ah, she was here. He hopped down from his roof, onto his balcony and swung into his room.

" Hey there, beautiful. " he said smoothly, as her glittering green eyes sparkled into is pale gray ones, " You're just on time. " And she shivered as he caressed her face, down her neck. He moved out of the way so she could come in and observed her; she was pretty, but not beautiful. Nothing like a certain pair of lightning blue eyes that attracted him so much. Regardless, he'd have a lot of fun with this one, " Why don't we get started, " he told her, closing the door and shirking off his jacket.

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Here's my second character. Hopefully, I'll be getting a Tumblr up for him, soon. I won't be using him for a bit, yet, I just want to make sure he's here.

Full Name: Harley J. Jackson
Appearance: Here.
Age: 17
Likes: Music • Playing guitar / violin • Video games • Coffee • People • Forests • Drawing • Nighttime • Sensuality • Monochrome colors • Martial arts • Manipulating people
Dislikes: Bright colors • Mornings • Mondays • Silence • Closed spaces • Being without company for long periods of time • Arguments
Weaknesses/Fears: Losing possessions • Letting one side take over the other • Being stolen from
Strengths/Talents: Playing guitar / violin • Martial arts • Athletics • Manipulating people
Personality: He contains something of a split personality. One part of him is kind and wants to make every one happy, and is protective, but the other part of him is malicious, secretive, and possessive. He's generally laid back, and smiles at anyone who looks his way. He's able to take care of himself since he lives alone, and away from his parents, and adores things like kittens and kits ( baby rabbits ) .
Sexuality: Bisexual
Contact Information: Here.
Favorite Color: #fff5d6 ( Cream White )

Hi. • u •

✖ Sylvia Plath was an American poet, novelist, and short story writer. How do you think she died?
✖ If you guessed old age, you're wrong. Sylvia Plath committed suicide by placing her head in the oven, while the gas was on. She was 30-years-old.
✖ Did you know that the indie rock band The Antlers have a song named " Sylvia ", and some of the lyrics refer to Sylvia Plath?
✖ Cherries or strawberries?
✖ Comrade!
✖ It kinda seems like you wanted to punch Amaury in this thread. Did you?
✖ One word to describe yourself.
✖ Why that word?
✖ The ever-original: Impressions?

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xxxxxxxxxx She tapped away on her phone, satisfied with the conclusion asking that disgusting man for help would bring. She would need to contact her father, too . . . Surely he had gotten to higher ground. She thought of her home, in the thick woods of Sealand; there was a good chance it had minor damages, seeing as it was on slightly higher ground than the area around it, plus the trees would absorb most of the shock of the flood . . . Not to mention, her house was two floors, so if things had gone well enough, her house should sustain minor damages . . .

All of these thoughts were irrelevant, though . . . She was merely trying to keep her mind from the larger issue at hand - the death of Abigail. Kallisti felt as if she couldn't emphasize enough the fact that she had the bad luck of the draw . . . But . . . There was no doubt that she couldn't have rejected the offer. That's right, love, would you have let anyone else do it? That girl was right, none of these other people deserved to have their innocence completely shattered; to be honest, Kallisti wondered if she would have let anyone else do it. Would she have volunteered? No matter what path they took, whether it would have been by voting or volunteering, the girl felt like she would have been the one to shoot that arrow.

A voice pulled her away from her thoughts, " Hey sister. " There was only one person who called her that, and she really didn't want to hear him, " Quin. Quintus. Right. " Boy, he was having a tough time with talking to her. She knew that he hated her for what she did to Abigail, but it's not like she volunteered to end the girl's life. The least he could do was be more subtle, " I hope you'll be okay. I don't blame you. Nobody does. " Suuuure they don't. I wouldn't listen to him, love, " Some . . . some could say - - Some could say you did sort of safe us there, too. " Oh, yeah right. A real smooth-talkin' guy, isn't he? Of course she saved you all, you assholes, " So please, if you . . . if you need any help, don't hesitate to ask , you - you dig? "

The look Kallisti gave him was mixed with the feelings of anger, betrayal, sadness, and some other things, but he walked off before she could reply.

" I would like to come . . . " she heard Madeline say, and she turned to the only person in the room that she was half-sure that didn't hate her for something she didn't sign up for.

" I am . . . glad. " Kallisti replied, " For the time being, I need to buy some new clothing, for I feel absolutely awful . . . and . . . Yes, well . . . " What, can you no longer be human just because you saved nine people? Are you suddenly not human anymore because all of these fuckers say you aren't? Kallisti was glad she had brought her bag with her, too, it had her card in it, and some other things that she would need, " We should . . . probably . . . remove ourselves from this place. " she said, to Madeline, warming up at talking to her again, " And I would not worry about . . . about . . . the body . . . "

Could she make this anymore awkward? Sometimes, being around Madeline made her trip up like a giddy child in a candy store, and the situation at hand was no better. She decided it was best to leave this place, and she gave Madeline leave to follow, if she wanted or not.

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xxxxxxxxxx Kallisti had found her peace, sitting in one of the chairs of the audience section, staring at the stage where the body lay. Soon, it would no longer be there. Peter would take care of everything. Oh, how she hated to rely on that man - and how she hated the man, himself. She was not one to hold grudges, though, and that part of her life was over. She had gotten over it. She had move passed it.

" Hey . . . " For just a moment, Kallisti didn't know if that was the other voice of her mind, or someone else, but when the girl teared her eyes away from the stage, she was met with the slight mess that was Brian. He had a certain gleam in his eyes that she had often seen from Harley in her younger years; pity. He shouldn't feel pity for her. She didn't like being pitied, and especially not by someone like him. Then again, she had nothing against him. " Uh, I figure your house is probably flooded bad and I was wondering if you needed a place to stay. " Strange, she hadn't thought about her house, nor her father. She wondered if they were both alright . . . " I'm planning on inviting Cherno as well, if that's any incentive. "

. . . Why would that be any incentive? Kallisti's head hurt . . . Her chest hurt. Her heart hurt . . . Cherno had spoken to her before the vote had been cast, but what did he think of her now? Surely nothing good . . . She didn't know if she could return home, either. Her car and her house must have been a sight to see . . . She needed her phone. She needed it now.

Ten minutes later, she had it. The school was completely empty, though, and she found that this must have been the demoness' doing . . . This reminded her of the aftermath of Lacey's exploding, taking Ashina and Xavier with it . . . She invited Madeline to stay over at her house - would she ever get to do that again? Oh, Madeline . . . She could not leave the girl here, but would she even want to talk to Kallisti after what happened, either? She was so worried . . . But this . . .

" Yes, thank you, Brian. " she replied softly, her heart weighing heavily on her. She had a feeling she wasn't going to be getting very much sleep, tonight. " Madeline . . . " she said, upon approaching the only person she might call a friend in the room, " Brian . . . He is inviting me to stay at his home for the night, since mine may not be fit to live in . . . I do not feel comfortable leaving you here, and . . . I do not . . . want to . . . go alone . . . " she explained, finishing weakly.

While waiting for the girl's answer, she checked her phone. It seemed to be charged quite well, considering. She had ten messages; one from Tyler - oh, did she hope he was okay -, two from P - Peter, one from Harley, and then the rest of them were from her father.

Spoiler: T E X T M E S S A G E S

She was tired, but she was glad that she had a place to go, for tonight. She could worry about her father later, for he was a big boy, and she was much too busy looking after herself . . .

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xxxxxxxxxx No one answered her. No one. Of course they wouldn't. In the end, it's just you and I, love. What am I going to do about the body?

Half of them had already left the auditorium, and the other half were just gone, in her mind. You know what to do. You saw that phone back there. Now that this area is free, you can call. I cannot do that. Yeah, you can. None of these other assholes are going to help you. In the end, you know you've gotta do it yourself. Kallisti knew that was true. She took a breath, cleaned her face with her eyes, and slowly got up from the stage, every move she made causing her massive pain. She bit it back though and ignored it. She was right; even though they had all voted her to . . . off the girl, it didn't seem as if any of them were willing to help. She would do it herself.

Ignoring the whole world, Kallisti made her way back stage once more. She looked around and found that the place was tattered; had she even paid attention to that the first time she was back here? No matter . . . Would the phone even work? It was cell phone, miraculously left here by . . . who? It wasn't hers . . . No, her phone was destroyed . . . She picked it up and looked at the service - thank some higher being for airborne networks - it had one bar. One bar and it looks like it was on its last limbs of battery life. She would need to make this quick.

" . . . Yes, hello . . . Yes, it is me . . . I am - am . . . calling in favor . . . Yes, I do need a favor . . . " she leaned against the table and sighed tiredly, " I do not have the time to explain . . . Yes, I will owe you . . . Pet - No . . . I have done something horrible, and I do not know what to do . . . Y - yes, how did you - . . . Oh. Leave it be, please . . . I do not think you know how horrible and terrible I am feeling right now, please do not make it worse . . . " She felt like she was going to cry again, " Bellhurst High School, yes that's right . . . It is a dangerous road to be coming here, though . . . No, I still do not trust you or like you in the least, but you are the only one I can turn to, Pet - . . . The Auditorium . . . Soon . . . I will repay you, some day. Thank you, Peter, for now . . . Never say that to me again. "

Kallisti clipped the phone shut and she threw it far away from her. Why did she call him? Because he was the only one she could rely on for this sort of thing . . . You know you had to. I did not want to. There was no other choice. I could have done it myself! She collapsed to her knees, her pale face fell into her hands, and she began to sob. This was horrible. She cannot believe - and those . . . those people - they - they - ! And she sobbed some more. KALLISTI QUINTUS LEIN, QUIT YOUR FUCKING BAWLING RIGHT THIS INSTANT. . . . I CANNOT BELIEVE YOU'RE BEING A LITTLE BITCH ABOUT THIS. YOU'VE GOT PETER TO CLEAN THIS UP FOR YOU, WHY THE HELL ARE YOU CRYING. . . . DON'T GIVE ME THAT SHIT, LOVE. GET RID OF YOUR EMOTIONS RIGHT NOW, OTHERWISE THEY'RE JUST GONNA DRAG YOU DOWN. NOW GET THE FUCK UP, AND BREATH.

. . . Tough love. But she was right, everything would be alright. Kallisti would have nightmares and her mind would be tortured, but . . . The majority of them were alive, even at the cost of poor, sweet Abigail. She found herself kneeling next to the girl. Her face was beautiful, and even though blood had blossomed from a spot that was supposed to be non-fatal, she merely looked like she was sleeping, " I hope that you will forgive me, Miss Abigail, in your next life . . . " she thought, wondering if the girl could hear her, wherever she was.

She also wondered if the others would ever forgive her - but they did vote for who the killer would be - she was just unlucky enough to be the one to be picked . . . She didn't want to see any of their faces, she just wanted to go home . . . She picked up one of the small flowers around her, and laid it on Abigail's cooling body, next to another someone else must have placed . . . If she ever got home, she was going to write a song about this girl.

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Her blue eyes stared straight up at the ceiling of the stage, unmoving and slightly dead. Had the girl really . . . died . . . ? Did Kallisti do what she swore never to do again? Harsh words rang through the dark and fuzziness of her mind, " Once a killer, always a killer. The taste of blood is just too motivating. " She clicked her tongue quietly, shocked by how much that miniscule move took out of her. It was a difficult enough task breathing, and it was a wonder to her how she was still doing it.

Maybe it had all been a fantastic production of her mind - maybe she didn't stain her hands with the blood of anyone else. Somewhere, in the farthest corner of her mind, she knew that wasn't true, and a rush of memories and thoughts came back to her - the ones of her mother. No sound came from her mouth, but tears streamed down the sides of her pale, pale face.

It hurt, so badly . . . So badly . . . Everything will be alright, just breath, love. I c - can't . . . Yes, you can. Don't tell yourself that, otherwise you won't. B - but it hurts . . . How do I st - stop it - from - hur - hurting . . . Just breath, love. You'll be alright.

Kallisti didn't move. She barely breathed. She was, in essence, a human on the brink of death, " Someone tell me what h - happened . . . " she whispered.

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Spoiler: Mono says . . .

I actually like this one a lot, and I hope you do, too. If there are any changes you want made, don't hesitate to tell me! OH **** THE WATER MARK IS SHOWING HANG ON I CAN FIX THIS I FIXED IT

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