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This reminds me specifically of a conversation I once had, talking about Norway. Incidentally enough, the person I had been talking to called it Norwegia.

lol​

Lazy days were few and far in between all of that avoiding pretty business. Or maybe she was just exaggerating.

Nah, she wasn't.

Today was one of those nice lazy days that she used to have often, back in the days of actually wanting to be cute and adorable and wear dresses and 'omg, look at me'. Man, she was glad those days were behind her. Far, faaaar behind her.

She opened her eyes too look at the ceiling which reflected the pale morning light, coming from the south window, which happened to take up the entire south wall of her room. She liked that window, it was the one she faced while playing one of her many instruments that were littered about her floor. A guitar, a saxophone, a cello, some other ones . . . But none of these were ones she was particularly good at; she was best at the violin, which sat lovingly placed in the southwest corner of her room, propped to play whenever she desired.

However, she was sure that she wouldn't be playing it today, for today was the day. A very special day. Today the people who pre-ordered the esteemed SBURB would be getting. After months and months and months of waiting, she was finally going to get it.

But that could wait for a moment. Vanyō walked over to her desk that sat south of the door that led to the hall way that led to the game room. Upon it sat her sleek white laptop that she had etched a sixteenth note into; the original symbol reminded her of a fruit she wasn't fond of. Her computer quickly hummed to life with all the speed a top of the line lappy should.

If her sister was of any use, it was in the way that she could treat expensive like nothing and slap Bill Gates in the face and then go to Apple and say “I turned in my application here, but the said you all had no Jobsâ€.

Like a dork, Vanyō found herself doubling over in laughter on her chair. After minutes of pain-inducing laughter, Vanyō found her lappy all booted up and herself automatically logged into Pesterchum. She checked her messages and there were a few from some not important people, but there weren't any from her friends, the ones she would be playing the game with. She wondered if thy were as excited as she was, although she probably didn't show it as much as Sasumi.

Unfortunately, the one thing she wasn't excited about was leaving her room – and chancing running into her sister. Vanyō found herself shivering – it got worse at the prospect of trying to wear a dress . . . She looked at the northeast corner of her room where a window that looked into the living room sat. The curtains were drawn on that one, so no one could see in.

Getting up from her chair, she creeped over to the window, crouching under the window seal. She moved one of the curtains slightly and peeked out into the living room. Sister wasn't there – maybe she was in he room. Or better yet, maybe she was out shopping again. That would be great, because then Vanyō wouldn't have to sneak around the house like she usually did to avoid her Sister.

Excitedly, the girl made a dash for the door.

> Vanyō: Retrieve SBURB
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Hahaha, that was pretty great. I really enjoyed that.​

Oh, so it's impossible to dodge that knife. And here I am like an idiot trying to dodge it every time.

Welp.

That was a disappointment.​

Yeah, I thought all of that hubbub about Toonami making a long-in-coming appearance wasn't all in my head.

It's too bad that I missed every single minute of it.

/sigh

I guess that's what I get for falling asleep.

;~;​

Voted for Pokemon: The First Movie.

Oh god, it's one of my most favorites ~ ♥​

You guys are watching Howl's Moving Castle?

Uguuuuuu

Count me in, I love that movie. Makaze and I will watch it for sure ~ ♥​

Hehe, I left it hanging so it could be a good or a bad thing.

/evil

I mean, it's not a bad thing, you just reminded me of her, and I found that you had your hair dyed [which doesn't look bad, I guess] whereas she dind't.​

Oh, hello there. Saw your picture in the PYP thread.

You kinda remind me of my friend Barsha, she's Bengali, but she didn't dye her hair.​

/just woke up from a nap
/tired
/decides to take it out on you two

HEY HOW BOUT YOU GUYS QUIT CHER FUC--- *shot*

I'm tired . . .​

That's okay. The only person's problems that he needs to listen to are mine. But thanks for playing.

/posessive​

I was going to reply to you . . . but then I forgot what I was going to say.

FFUUUUUUUUUUUUU

;~;​

Look guys, I'm not going to lie boobs are pretty great. I love my breasts, and think they're quite awesome. No one gets to touch them but me. I'm not sure why guys find them so attractive, but if they look at it from a sort of medical standing point to which they had never seen a woman before, then it would seem that there are two very large and round and soft tumors plastered to the chest.

I recall one day in Voxli, I had gone to use the restroom. I had spotted my self in the mirror and started bouncing around, watching my boobs go bouncy, bouncy, bouncy, and it was pretty great. I did that for about fifteen minutes.

Bottom line: boobs are great and loved by everyone.​

Usually, I feel that a person's personality reflects their artwork, but I feel for you that this isn't really the case. Or perhaps it is. I'm not sure, because I'm incredibly tired.

You've got this Vogue-Magazine-ish thing going on with the character in your drawing, she's very thin, very petite, but she doesn't really look too bad. One thing that bothers me about the particular drawing style is the head shape, mostly because I feel her face is long and her hair is piled high. Erm, not necessarily high, per se, but more like it seems her head is irregularly shaped.

Really, she doesn't look half-bad. Keep working, you'll get better. I wish you luck.​

Hey, back off Yave, she was mine first. D< I miss you, dear friend. ;~;

Twilight Sparkle was my least favorite of the ponies, more partial to Fluttershy or Rainbow Dash myself.

Welcome! to KHV, is this your first time signing up on any forum? Maybe not . . . If it was, however, you picked a really good one to sign up for. If you're gonna be staying, you should most definitely read The Rules. There's also a lot of members here who like MLP:FIM, so you should get along well.

If you have any questions, you can ask the guys whose names look like either this, this, this, this, or this. These guys are our Staff. I wish you luck on the forum and it's lovely to have you ~ ♥



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For a while, she had swayed to the music. The music that calmed her, numbed her senses, gave her a piece of serenity. She had hardly noticed anything when it first began to change. Became more intense. Crescendoed [lol made up words] She had grown right along with it, her thoughts jumbling, mixing, growing restless. She was . . . becoming slightly unstable, nearly to the point where she could no longer control her actions.

Please, no . . .

And then it all stopped. The lights failed. Alexandria grew rigid. Someone had found her in the night. In the blackness, her hand flew to her cleavage, quickly reaching for the handle of her knife, which had or hadn't nearly stabbed her abdomen in her near insanity. Silence. Silence. Screaming silence. It was loud, strange. Strangely loud silence. Could silence be loud? This silence was? Why? Why so loud?

Stop it, stop it, stop it . . . !

Her mind grew incredibly dull. All of her senses suddenly began to fail her. That's when a red light, a disgustingly red light illuminated the room. Alexandria slowly looked around, or so it felt slow, to her mentality. Then she spotted it. Then she spotted the girl. More specifically, she spotted herself. Hanging. A noose. No scream left her. Was she scared? She didn't know . . . The only thing Alexandria knew was that she wasn't dead. Still alive. Still alive. Alive. Barely.

A flickering of the lights later, and the body was gone, as was the red light. She hadn't imagined that, had she? No. She wasn't that crazy - although some would say that was up for debate.

She should leave. She had seen the stool. The set-up. She could. It wasn't as if she had anything to continue living for. Returning home? Well . . . maybe. But what else was there? She wasn't sure.

And so Alexandria turned around and left the room. The garden - surely they had one here?

The dark-haired girl weaved the halls once again, leaving the music room far behind her. She wouldn't return there. It seemed that she no longer had a real perception of time, because before she had known it, she was standing on cold cobblestone, staring up at the moon. And looked, and look . . .

My head . . . I'm a little dizzy.​

You guys should all go enter the Dress-Up Contest. There's a link in my signature.

I really like the game this week. It should be fun.

c:​

Chapter one is up.

Woo.​

So I've been having a pretty bad day today. I had also heard you had been having one too, Jayn.

And then I listened to this. Now I feel heaps better. Why aren't more people commenting on it?

It was wonderful, I always have so much fun doing this ~ ♥​