Those bastards. We should send them there to come to terms with their jealousy.
That's fine. She can defend against them with her weapons, but not kill them, and its because of her dad. O_o......How so?
Seriously? Is it just because it's bigger then most guys' balls?
:B|: This displeases me. What DO you know?
Tis fun to say, is it not? 8D Much more colorful then the regular shut the **** up.
Good stuff, innit? 8D
Having told Aerith about Xion, Tifa went to do as the other woman asked, preparing a sick room. She had had to do this all too many times in the past months, then watch as people either clung to life or died. She straightened up the bed and got the things Aerith might need, her eyebrows furrowed. She hoped the girl would make it through, she seemed important to those around her.
It is alright. I am not a bright person myself, but blinding people with colors is a good weapon. this gives me ideas... *drinks*
Damn straight, ducky. You are excused 8D And I was happening to being sarcasism. I got called a hun 8DD I am now going to run around screaming for five minutes. Brb.
Vampire Knight XD Should we revive Eve and Sai and Sven in Black Cat?
I decided to come talk to you. First I was nearly blinded by the colors, then after I regained my sight, I started laughing at your profile...
She smiled a little, looking up at him. "You can't control that." she murmured, willing her eyes to stay dry. "All it takes is a bullet, or a fall from a height."
I prefer bitch myself. And it's called stereotyping, hun. An alt account, you say? I think we might have another **** storm for the day comin right up on a silver platter.
This is one messed up conversation in a thread. Too bad people have lost their ability to take things so seriously :B|:
inorite? People can be so unimaginative *sighs* Good. I wish you good luck on your misson. Get those die hard fans while you're at it....
That's just pessimistic, and I will not dare to see those words leave your keyboard again :B|: Username: Sorrow Name: Isabelle Lightwood Age: 20 Appearance: Long black hair, waistlength. About 5'6, grey eyes, delicate facial features, and thin. She typically wears a small string of leather on her wrist, in case she has to tie her hair back in a hurry, and battle type clothing, usually in black. Long sleeved, so no one sees her bruises and scars from her past, along with slightly looser pants or shorts, depending on the weather. Hiking type boots, along with small knives hidden in her clothing. Imagin and Form: Just human? Pwease? I'll give you a special present? History: Abused ever since she was born, she was always told she was supposed to be a boy. Isabelle ran away at 16, and found work in taverns and bars cleaning. She finally got a steady job running errands for one such bar, the Lucky Clover. Her father continually searches for her, despite claiming he would be glad if she ran away. She never knew her mother, and gave up a long time ago about knowing anything of her. She has lived in various abadoned buildings until she could save up to afford a small apartment of her own. She has never been in a romantic relationship with a guy, though plenty have asked. Personality/traits: Sarcastic to those she knows better, but skittish around males, she tends to stick to smaller groups of females, or is alone if she can help it. She shows a kinder side to animals and children, especially young girls. She gets lost in thought a lot, and is continually tired. When her adrenaline gets going, she tends to suffer afterward, with fever like symptoms. This hampers her in a fight, but she has come to live with it. Other: Screw the singing rule B| and Henshin. Preview Post: Isabelle checked her knives in their arm sheaths, the one she kept hanging like a necklace, and the one in the small of her back. Once they were all secure, she grabbed the small brown package and headed out into the street, dogding people easily. The sunlight reflected off her eyes for a second, making her trip, but she caught herself against the wall of a building and took a deep breath. This whole being exhausted all the time was starting to get to her. She went into the building, a small house, and delivered the package to a young woman who was clearly pregnant. She vaguely wondered what kind of life the child would have as she accepted the money and turned, hurrying back into the street before the husband, if there was one, could see her.
*hands pick ax* There you go. Although they can be bought at most hardware stores. Though apparently the new thing is chainsaws. But I've...
That's because we're doing ****.
Until someone stabs you in the back, or, even better, vampire bites you :/gasp:
No. I use them. Because the only other person in the house is my youngest sister, and I can't exactly sex her.
