Here you go Jayn ~ ♥ Chapter Four: Plan Chapter One: Separated • Chapter Two: Lifeless • Chapter Three: Continuing On You've finally decided – you're going to get out of here. You're going to get out of here and find your brother. But . . . you know you can't do it alone, but you're not going to have to. You and Fuzzy had been friends with two other subjects of the lab for a very long time, and you've know that they want out of this hell house just as much as you do. You're not such a parasite as to ask for help and the other parties get nothing out of it; they help you and they get their freedom. Everyone wins. Still, you know that these two other subjects aren't going to be enough. You're going to need someone else who has inside information – someone that could help you get to the head scientist, the infamous P. Now, you don't really know much about him, only that he works in secrecy, in privacy. The only people who know anything about him are the Administrators – but you do know that Lilbueno, yes Lilbueno, could help you get to him so you can get out of this place. First, though, you have to go to your two friends. One of them is in the west wing, a prodigy, and a very verbose one at that. He and Fuzzy used to have many conversations together that you would listen in on and smile because you enjoyed your brother's company as well as his. What? is his name, and you know that he would be more than obliged to help you. And then there's the other subject, in the south wing. She's a little rebellious, you've known her to have issues with the scientists in the past, but you enjoy her a great deal and she's very nice to you and values the friendship you both share. She also enjoyed your brother as well and would wreak hell if she found out anything happened to you or him. You know she'll definitely help you. Her name is Saxima. During your one and only free time for the day in between testing, you find What? and Saxima out in the the lab's greenhouse, which contains giant and mutated plants, some of which are deadly. You know that What? often spends his time here studying herbology, botany and some forest ecology, and that Saxima loves observing and smelling the different types of flowers there are. [1] You, as inconspicuously as you can because there are guards everywhere watch you like you're the plague, walk up to What? and Saxima and strike up a small conversation with them. A little ways in, you begin to drop subtle hints about what happened to your brother, and although the both of them are remaining calm you can easily tell that they're aghast and disgusted. You also know that P and What? have butted heads more than once, and that Saxima had a similar situation when her sister was taken when she was young – they're in. Casually, you three walk out of the greenhouse at separate times, and meet by What?'s room to discuss strategy. You need someone else to ask Lilbueno if he will help you guys at all. [2] You know that if one of you do it, because the guard are probably already suspicious, things may get complicated. Once you have gotten Lilbueno on your side, then you can get to P. And then to RvR. And then Fuzzy. [1] Either Saxima or What? have the powers to control plants. Which of them is it and why? [2] Who is going to ask Lilbueno for help outside of you three?
Truth, tummer. c:
Okay, I'm home from my family outing. It didn't really go as bad as I thought it would. c: I bought Prototype, and hope to play it soon, if my dad doesn't hog the TV all day for football. ;~;
Ah, well . . . no! ;~; Incest . . . I have to go now! ;~;
Small announcement: I will give everyone until the 20th to enter. Happy doll creating ~ ♥
So my mom and my sister want me to go on an outing with them. I scerd. ;~;
To be honest, I can't really think of the happiest moment in my life. I can think of a very happy moment in my life. I had just come out of kidney transplant surgery, when I was thirteen, after my foolish attempted and of course failed suicide. Everything was . . . different, new. I saw life in a different way, I began to think of all of the people I loved and all of the people that made me happy. It was like I was reborn and a new life waited for me. It was the most enlightening, if not one of the happiest , moments in my life. It was like, everything that didn't matter before, suddenly did. I, for a little while after, literally cherished every breath I took, every move of my fingers, of my hands, and that there was someone in the world who cared enough to give me a piece of themselves, even at the cost of their lives several years later. Needless to say, this was a turning point in my life.
Actually, no. I know how popular BlazBlue is. Where have you been looking? have you just been checking GameStops? You need to actually get out and look for it, not just online, if that's what you are doing. If you live in Texas like I do, which I know you do, in El Paso, then there is definitely a mall or a second hand video store that will have it. El Paso is a big city, I know this, so you can't tell me there's not a single copy of the game in all 249 square miles of the place.
If you were an exception to every law in the world, and would receive no punishment, regardless of what you did, what do you think is the worst crime you would be capable of, if you were that type of person?
I'll take a Truth, Sortzy. Truth or dare?
Shared birthdays . . . ? I share a birthday with: Lilli~Zerene LiviLuvsBallet Tootsie (21) mike112291 KaneDendou (19) K-Dubb KairiOfKnives94 (18) cloudtail4ever I only know of Tootsie. All of these other guys are RUSAARUSU [losers for all of you non weaboos]
Eh . . . ?! What a boring reaction . . . Anastasia thought to herself when the other girl didn't reply. It was like she was just talking at her, not talking to her. Sure, Anastasia did that a lot, but it's because she wasn't paying attention - but she was now! The least the other girl could do was say something back to her . . . "Heeeeey," she tried again, "What's your name?" And she started to move closer to the girl, maybe she could get a reaction out of her that way. Or . . . I could show her one of my ice figurines! Anastasia liked to make little sculptures out of the ice she produced from her body in small amounts, although sometimes she wasn't very good at controlling it because the Wicked Queen never bothered to tutor her to harness her powers properly like she had for the Red Queen. A childish scowl grew on Anastasia's face at the thought of those two people. She quickly, and slightly over-dramatically, shook the thoughts away and put her hands up towards the girl, who still hadn't said anything. Focusing maybe a little too much, she could feel sprinkles of cold dust being emitted from the palms of her hands. Her cheeks started turning pink and it felt like the room was getting colder, Oh no . . . ! she thought in a panic - she'd tried too hard again, and now it was gonna snow in the room . . . Rosie and Nikki are gonna be so mad . . . She could already feel the light sprinkling of snowflakes on her white hair and pale face. She was getting lightheaded as she could feel her eyes getting heavy . . . I don't wanna go back to sleep . . . and she slumped over in sleep.
I find it a bit odd that there are no copies in your city. There probably are, you just haven't looked hard enough. You should try to keep looking, and if all else fails, why don't you just order it online? It's not really that hard.
Too Harry Potter.
Born in the year 1993 - I am a Rooster. Brief overview: Positive: Passionate - true Resilient - true Patriotic - not really, but sort of Industrious - not really, but sort of Courageous - true Protective - true Negative: Conceited - not really, but sort of Blunt - not really, but sort of Rude - can be Bossy - can be Aggressive - extremely true Impatient - true A bit more in depth: Roostersare hard workers; shrewd and definite in their decision making, often speaking their minds. Because of this, Roosters seem to boast. They like to put all their cards on the table and respect those who do the same. Roosters love to mix socially -- They are dreamers, flashy dressers and extravagant. They love to attract attention and admiration, and and get angry when someone steals the spotlight. Despite being melodramatic, they are exceptionally practical, logical, and have excellent powers of discrimination. This leaves them with high standards of excellence which at times frustrates others. Although they attract many suitors, they are loyal, levelheaded partners make a commitment. The following occupations best suit the Rooster personality: ACTOR ¤ DENTIST ¤ DANCER ¤ INSURANCE AGENT ¤ OPERA SINGER ¤ ARMED FORCES PERSONNEL ¤ FINANCIAL ADVISOR ¤ MUSICIAN ¤ DANCER Some notable Roosters in these fields include Eric Clapton, Dolly Parton, Rudyard Kipling, and Katharine Hepburn. Saxima's explanation to the depth: I'm not quite sure what to say without giving any in depth personal information about me. I am a dreamer, no doubt, and there are only certain things I'm flashy or extravagant about - certainly not the way I dress. I'm not a hard worker unless it's something I'm truly involved in and want to do, and even though I appear indecisive, there are things in which I refuse to budge on. I do like talking to people and going to social events, but . . . I'm not sure why I don't. I used to love being the center of attention when I was younger, and to be honest, I still kinda do now - that is to say, if the spotlight is on me, I would like it to stay on me until I'm satisfied, admiration also doesn't hurt to have, and when someone else kinda . . . takes it from me, when I'm not done, I do indeed get angry, but do not express that anger. I'm a bit melodramatic, not practical, hardly logical, and yes, I can discriminate - socially, that is, not racially, and not economically, but I like to believe that I like everyone, and I do, it's just that sometimes I can be a bit shallow; it's disgusting to me, and I try to avoid it as often as possible. I don't really have high standards I think, when I do something myself, it has to be perfect, especially when it comes to orderly things, and when someone else has the same capabilities as me and doesn't do it perfect, I do tend to obsess about it a little. I don't attract suitors at all, but I am loyal, but not levelheaded, but I can make a commitment. According to the website Sfortzy posted, I'm a Water Rooster. Water has a calming effect on this Rooster. Water Roosters don’t feel the need to rise above the crowd and their communication skills are more refined. Forever energetic and extremely detail-oriented, these Roosters can benefit from staying more focused on the end result rather than the minute details.
*spreads sickness and mono around* >~>
She immediately replies to every thing I send her.
My type is: ISFP Introverted ~ 56% Sensing ~ 75% Feeling ~ 50% Perceiving ~ 22% I am: moderately expressed introvert distinctively expressed sensing personality moderately expressed feeling personality slightly expressed perceiving personality Famous ISFPs: Audrey Hepburn Elvis Presley Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart [fuck yeah I love all of these people]
Fluid Dark bby. ♥
Although I usually stay out of these kinds of discussions and such, I would like to state my beliefs on this particular subject, because there was a sort of incident when I was little. I was about seven, and my two cousins, both boys, and I [we were all very young] were playing in the living room. My cousins always played with their shirts off, and so I decided to take off my shirt too and we played like that for a few hours. Then I went to go show my dad that I wasn't wearing a shirt, and he got really mad at me and told me that girls shouldn't go around without shirts on. I didn't really get why he was so mad about it, I was little and my chest was just as flat as my cousins, and with my hair styled the right way, I could have easily passed for a boy. To me, society is what makes the body obscene. What you wear depends on where you are. You barely see any exposed skin in the Middle East, but in Brazil or Spain, they have nude beaches where one doesn't have to wear clothes. The mind turns something everyone has into something that shouldn't bee seen, and the mind thinks that way because of what it was taught by other minds around it. Not really sure what to add . . . >~>
