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I could post a lot of offending pictures of 9/11, but I already went through one shitstorm this week with that starseeker incident.​

You're on an island with Misty and RvR.

You have to eat one of them.

Who do you eat?​

Truth, please.

Truth or dare?​

Damn, damn, damn.

I knew I should have waited to buy a 3DS. But oh well, so long as I get the game.

This thing is pretty cool though, I look forward to stealing it from one of my friends. :3​

I've attempted suicide three times.

I had a fiancé from age five up until last year, when he died.

I had an alcohol addiction until about the summer of last year.

I cut myself in the ninth grade.

Will post more later.​

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Alexandria was very pleased inside, the people who lived here seemed . . . agreeable. Though she couldn't help but have a feeling about them, as if this were a well rehearsed routine. Perhaps it was just her weary mind playing tricks on her.

The two maids had gone to attend whatever duty they were to attend, and the butler had since closed the door and politely offered to take Alexandria's dark shawl, in which she quietly obliged. "We'll be having dinner shortly. Will you be joining us, or will you be retiring early?" At the words, the dark-haired girl peered up at the lord of the house, and nearly flinched away from the intensity of his green eyes that were . . . so very green. In her mind, she compared her own grayish-green eyes to his, and hers dulled far more in comparison. She was . . . intimidated, to say the least, that he was gazing at her so intently. Alexandria was a little nervous, did she continue to look or should she glance away?

"It is rude to break eyecontact first, Alexandria," She recalled the words of her mother, still eye-locked with the lord, "I . . ." she began softly, "I will retire early . . ." she finally replied to him. Although there was something that smelled absolutely divine, the girl didn't quite feel up for dinner. It had been a long day and she really wanted nothing more than to rest.

At the sound of another voice, Alexandria finally broke eye contact with the lord to meet the heterochromatic eyes of the young male twin with blonde hair. Jordan was his name, and his sister was Aliyah. She gently smiled at him and bowed her head in return, "I-I'm glad to make . . . your acquaintance . . ." she responded, faltering just a little.

These people . . . were nice enough. She was content, but only barely. She needed rest. She hoped that the door of the room she would be staying in had a lock on the outside. The last thing she needed was to be getting out and kil-

Her attention was drawn when the young girl began to speak of celebration of Alexandria's arrival. She didn't do well around people. Too man people meant she might harm someone and-

Alexandria jumped at the sound of someone, and she quickly felt around her left sleeve for the dagger she carried, to make sure it was there. She needed to stop carrying that thing, it was how people she knew were kil-

The only person that had been missing from the group had been the lady of the house, but Alexandria assumed she was deceased - apparently not. This was the lady, and the lady wanted her to turn back, but it seemed that maybe the lady was just a little mind sick, or so her daughter treated her. Alexandria was bit startled still, and she looked to the lord for further notice.​

I adore cute things and people.

I have urged a person into suicide.

I have manipulated a person into self-harm.

I nearly killed a girl in the seventh grade.

I went to rehab for some time after that.

I despise enforcement of authority upon myself.

I think politics are stupid.

I like Naruto. And Bleach.

I regret nothing.​

C'mere my love, I'll make you feel like the beautiful woman you are ~

♥♥

Hey Norz, that's some sexy hair you've got there, your neighbor did a banging job.​

Who art thou, Anon?

We shall talk more. Come bother me whenever you'd like.

♥♥​

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OOC: I wrote a novel guys ~

"Oh come now, my dear. You wouldn't tell him, now would you?" he said to Anastasia with a smile appearing on his face. She giggled lightly, "No, of course not silly ~" she replied. "Ah, but where are my manners," and he placed his cup back to the table, "I welcome you. Why don't you come join me? Although I do apologize in advance. It seems this left arm of my just won't budge." Anastasia noted the change in the lighting of the sky, Ally was getting a little out of hand.

"Ah, so where was I . . . Ah, yes. Like I said, come enjoy a cup of tea with me." he continued to tell her, and the white-haired girl began walking to the lovely table with a skip in bare-footed step, "Although this arm of mine will hinder me a bit, it shouldn't be much of a problem."

She took a seat on Ally's left side, observing his arm closely. In his suit, she could see the stitching between the sleeve and the vest was loose, nearly to the point where the sleeve was going to come off completely. In this dream, the suit was his skin, the sleeve was his arm, and his arm that was the sleeve was going to fall off. Anastasia's face contorted into determination, "Ally," she began with a slightly serious look, "I'm going to fix the stitching of your suit, if you don't mind ~"

The pale girl didn't wait for an answer and stood just as quickly as she had sat down, she hopped up from the chair that had turned pure silver when she sat down. A few steps later and she was on Alastair's left side. Swiftly, she brought her right index finger up to her teeth and quickly bit it, breaking the skin and drawing blood. Anastasia hated blood. Red blood, that is, the blood of nearly all but herself - her blood was white, and rightly so, for the White Queen could not have anything of color trespass into her body. Except for Rosie's yummy and delicious food! But that was for another time.

The blood slowly dripped from her pale, lithe finger, almost as if time was running in half-time. When Anastasia deemed that enough had come out of her, she brought up her left hand and began to manipulate her blood, having it sink into the gap between Alastair's sleeve and vest, and then coating the loose stitching. she quickly moved her fingers around all of the loose stitching and watched intently as the gap began to close more and more.

Soon, the gap was closed completely. The stitching wasn't perfect, and Anastasia pouted at that, but she was still getting used to meddling with people's dreams, she'd like to see you try!

"Ally," she started gently, popping back into her silver seat, "Why don't you try moving your arm? I think it's kinda better now ~"
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lol, questo thread è stupido, perché parlare spagnolo quando è possibile parlare l'italiano superiore?

c:​

I'm for the idea. I think it'd be easier for the saviors who haven't quite gotten to really interact with their performers to get this time in to do that.​

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Anastasia never normally felt nervous when she was hopping into the dreams of other people, but that's because most of the time, she unconsciously did it while she was sleeping. Now that she was awake, and she knew that she wouldn't be going back to sleep any time soon, she was just a tad nervous . . . But she took a deep breath, placed her pale, creamy-skinned hand on Alastair's forehead, and closed her milky-white eyes.

At first, while she was still awake, she could feel nothing, no sort of emotion really. It made sense since he was unconscious, but Anastasia pouted at being emotionally blind. She became accustom to the blankness of his emotions, beginning to feel the sort of numbness herself, and then she could feel herself dripping into sleepy time. Moments passed and then she collapsed next to Alastair.

Anastasia then became conscious of being unconscious. She was drifting down an ocean-like space, slowing more with time. Her bare feet finally touched the ground, which was grass, and the sky lit above her as purple. What a strange place to have a dream, Ally . . . she thought to herself with a slight giggle. The girl began walking forward, noticing the area around her; the trees were trees, but not really normal colors. Black, twisted trunks and crimson red leaves, how strange! But after all, Ally was a strange one.

Soon, she found herself in a clearing that was just big enough to hold a long and fancy dining table. How tasty everything looked! There were all sorts of sweets and treats, and all that was yummy, Anastasia just wanted to hop into a seat and begin eating to her heart's content - but no! She wouldn't do that, she had a very important task at hand. She looked around the long table and observed all of the empty chairs, and then her eyes drifted to the head seat, and there she saw Alastair. His eyes were closed as he contently took a sip of his tea, and Anastasia smiled childishly - oh how fun it would be to scare him! He wouldn't even know that she were here - No, no, no! Focus, focus! She took a deep breath and spoke, "Y'know Ally, Lucy'd be really mad if he found out you were having a tea party without him ~"

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Well, I have Dr Pepper, so all is right in the world.

♥​

I take it you haven't read my LiveJournal - everything you would like to know about my thoughts of you are down in my sig, there's a link that'll take you there.

On the less . . . cruel side, It's hard to say what I think of you now. Well, maybe not really. You're still the same egotistical bastard I met in the existence thread all of that time ago, that part of you is still there. I regard all of my past memories of you with mostly fondness, albeit with a little distaste as well. You're incredibly protective and worry about many things you can't control - it's insane, the lengths you would go through to be in control, for example, wanting to rid the world of a certain, shall I say, Charlie.

The perfect way to describe you, and I will forever stick by this, is "Apathetic until further notice". This is the most truest thing I could say about anyone. It's proven by my first message to you on Facebook, when I asked you about what you thought about the things that had happened to me, you were merely a person who had stood at the sidelines, not particularly caring for either side. You still know the same story now, if not more in depth, and you're incredibly caring of it, you truly care for it.

You're very tough to handle sometimes and I get frustrated with the way things can be between us sometimes, but I know that you genuinely mean everything you say. When you are hurt, you're hurt, when you are annoyed, you say so. You're blunt, and sometimes . . . sometimes I don't like it. And I know I can be mean to you, but I feel like . . . I don't know. I shouldn't get into that here.

The truth is, Makaze, at the end of the day, you are who you are, and regardless of everything, I love you.​

I will ask you the same thing. You are allowed to say anything you'd like - what are your impressions of me?

I dare you . . . to . . . uh . . . not very good at dares here . . . uh . . . write a short fanfiction about your favorite KHV couple, canon or non-canon. [lol]​

Thank you ~ ♥

Truth, Makaze.

Truth or dare?​

Alrighty then, I have a good idea of what's to happen then, but if I could, I'd like to ask you to go ahead and set up a dream that he's dreaming...