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Yeah, since we moved from VB, we had to reboot the pin system. The new way things work is here, but it's currently under maintenance.

Haha, I bet you're fine, like Plums said.

If you PM me your Skype I can add you to the chat...If you want. Just keep stuff in mind, lol. And you can always leave whenever you'd like.~

Ah, okay. Well, there are a lot of community events / projects, in addition to what Plums linked to.

The Spamzone is a nice way to get to know people...but things can get a little crazy here sometimes and people can be kind of rude at moments. It's all in good fun though, apparently... Another good way to get involved is participating in the community events. Right now an event called Castle Oblivion is going on.

I've made a surprisingly large amount of friends from trying to help people in Help With Life and from getting help.

There are also other events such as KHV Idol (singing), KHV Chorus (singing), RP Idol (writing), Signature of the Week (graphic art), Traditional Art of the Month (art), AMV Battles (AMV/video editing), The KHV Musical (Writing, singing, acting, drawing) ETC.

...There are a lot more (shout out to the Writer's Nook), but that would take forever.

If you're into writing at all, role playing, in my experience, can help with getting more involved and meeting new people. Playing games in The Playground will also help get yourself out there, and it's less brutal there than the Spamzone. You can also join a Forum Family.

Then, finally, if you have Skype, we have a massive KHV chat available. Being added there are hanging out with everyone will help A LOT. Just keep in mind that it's an off site thing so there's less moderation and sometimes things get...crazy. But we play a lot of games and stuff there. It's helped me make friends with people I never thought I'd even try to talk to. Looool.

But yeah, there's lots to do, and most events that happen or come up are posted on in Community News & Projects. We also have a Tumblr, Twitter and Facebook to keep you updated.

MAKA. My phone is being a butthead. I can see your texts, but I can't reply to them. I don't think my grandma has paid the bill yet but I'm hoping...

Heeeeey! How are you doing? c:

What are your hobbies / what do you like to do? c: ​

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hey bby hey

original impressions?
current impressions?
when you look to your left, what do you see?
dango dango daikazokuuu?
pink, purple, blue or green?
would you ever go skydiving?
will you take lots of kawaii desu pics for me? * u *
i love you <3

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Happy birthday, again, for the third time (and not the last). I hope this day is wonderful and beautiful and magical and marvelous for you. ~ u ~ Much love, Vocaloid buddy. If I knew how to sing in Korean I would sing ELECTRIC SHOCK for you. Any attempt now would just sound racist.

accepted, i think.

yo! if you want to get involved and aren't at Brookridge yet, some people are meeting at Frontier Station and riding the train to Brookridge (I think). So. Yeah. If you have nothing else to do and want to meet up / get to know some people.

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYYYYY <333 ILY

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xxxxxxxxx❝I can get my mom to take you with us when we move to Brookridge. You can even come with us after asking your parents now, and we can be the first to take a trip to check out the dorm rooms. It will be a little adventure! I can tell you stories about the Jews, and you can tell me if they were a spell or not.❞​

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She wasn't sure what he was talking about. They had a car...her parents just weren't home yet. Still...he was trying to be sweet. It was clear to her that he didn't want to be alone, though she wasn't sure why. He seemed almost...paranoid of something. Maybe he was still uncertain about his abilities. Being around a another witch most likely brought him great comfort. They would be attending the same academy anyway, right? Besides, she was almost positive her family would not be moving with her. It was either go with John or go alone.​

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xxxxxxxxx❝Mhm...A-alright, John. Let me go ask Simon...❞​

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Strange. This felt...surreal, somehow. Uncomfortable. Almost as if she did not actually want to go, but felt she had no other choice. It felt forced. ​

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Eleanora ignored it and started her climb up the steep wooden stairs. Her fingers glided against the railing and her eyes stared straight ahead. She was getting closer and closer to the constant buzz of the television, and a growing knot in her throat almost made her stop. He was mad, she knew. Probably even more so now that she had unintentionally defied him by staying with John. ​

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Halted right outside of his door, she rocked back onto her heels and worked up the courage to knock on his door. ​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...What?❞​

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xxxxxxxxx❝May I come in?❞​

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The door clicked unlocked and she took that as a yes, stepping into the cold room. Simon lay on his bed completely absorbed in a video game he was playing. His eyes never left the screen of the television to acknowledge her, and his presence was much colder than usual. She stood there in silence for a moment, and wrapped her right hand around her left shoulder nervously, trying to warm herself. Big blue eyes zeroed in on his stone face and she shivered. ​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...Why are you so angry?❞ ​

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xxxxxxxxx❝Eleanora. Don't you feel ashamed? Even a little bit?❞​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...Ashamed? Why? I mean, why would I--❞​

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xxxxxxxxx❝You are fourteen years old. Only four years left until you are an adult. Don't you understand that...? You run around with an umbrella like you're Mary fucking Poppins, you speak in some stupid made up language you created in Elementary school, you dress like you're seven and you claim you're a witch. On top of that, you're getting other's involved now. Who was that man you were with earlier? ❞​

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xxxxxxxxxxxx❝J-Joh--❞​

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xxxxxxxxx❝Do you even know!? And Jesus CHRIST, lose the stutter already. It's not cute, it's annoying. You're just driving my crazy lately. You're clingy and selfish. You're embarrassing, Nora. I hate being in public with you. That's why I just had to get away for a bit. I'm surprised you made it back alone.❞​

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He really left me. ​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...I don't mean to yell at you. But please. I'm begging you. It's time to grow up. Mom and dad are worried about you. Don't you...I don't fucking know...want to be normal?❞ ​

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Simon's eyes finally lifted and met her's, sending a pang of guilt through her heart.​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...S-Simon...​

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It is almost FUNNY how WRONG you are. I am the WITCH of ETERNITY. You do not have to LIKE or BELIEVE it, and I do not need ANYONE to WORRY about me. I CAN TAKE CARE OF MYSELF. In fact, you should all be VERY AFRAID. I can do things you will NEVER be able to do. Hehe.❞​

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Her hands flew over her mouth in horror and Simon stared wide eyed at her. Quickly, she stepped out of his room and slammed the door. Her heart was racing as she practically flew down the stairs and back to John. She felt sick and panicked, throwing her backpack on, grabbing the letter and pulling John and herself out of the house just as Simon's heavy footsteps could be heard running down the stairs...​

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Home sweet home at last! Her heart filled with warmth as John and herself walked up to her porch. She pulled the backpack off of her shoulders and dug through it for her keys, brushing her fingers up against Simon's cell phone in the process. She did not know what John meant by 'bad lady', but calling her a powerful witch...well, she would be happy off of that for quite a while. ​

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Twisting the knob to her home open, she took in the familiar scents and breathed out softly. The static of a television could be heard coming from upstairs. She would have to confront Simon, wouldn't she? Her shoulder still burned from his grasp. ​

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Once her shoes were off, she dragged the backpack from the doorstep and set it against the wall, spotting an envelop on the floor from the mailbox slip. She knelt, seeing that it was addressed to her, and ripped open the top.​

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...Brookridge? Dorms? Was the flooding really that bad? ​

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With a sigh, she handed John the letter. ​

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xxxxxxxxx❝Did you know about this? ...Are you going?❞ ​

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The last part was said a bit shyly. She set her umbrella into a corner and stretched with a quiet yawn. Then, timidly, she turned.​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...Thank you very much for bringing me home, and...staying with me up until now. I'm glad I was able to help you.❞​

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As they walked back to the Cathedral, she took in the bits of destruction. Fallen trees...ambulances rushing by every few seconds. What happened? She didn't do this, did she? Her knees felt weak again, but she continued to keep up with John. His hand was warm and it brought her a bit of comfort. Still too afraid to speak, she kept silent and tried to keep herself from bursting out into tears.

She waited for John by the steps. He told her he was going to get his things, and that they were going to leave. Quietly she had murmured that she still wanted to go home, and she was both surprised and relaxed when he actually agreed to take her back. Simon was angry with her...He did not like her 'pretending' to be a witch. He just wanted a 'normal' little sister. Eleanora could not help it though. You cannot escape destiny, after all.

The walk to the bus stop was quiet as well. ...Until...

xxxxxxxxx❝...John...What happened?❞

Her fingers remained grasping his as they waited for the bus that would bring them to their street. ​

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Darkness...and then a burning sensation pulsing up and down her spine. Her eyes snapped open and she gasped, taking in deep lung fulls of cold air. Her heart drummed violently against her chest and her stomach flipped suddenly. Nausea. Shakily, she pulled herself up onto her hands and knees and threw a hand over her mouth, eyes scanning the area desperately for a place to empty her stomach. Finding none, she forced herself with difficulty to swallow it back. Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes. What happened? ​

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She turned her eyes to John and sat back on the heels of her shoes. What did she do? Where was Simon? ...Did it work? ​

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xxxxxxxxx❝...John.❞​

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What was that--?!​

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Her voice had a much blunter and almost shrilly tone than she was used to hearing from herself, so she shut her mouth and pulled herself a bit closer to the hunched up blonde. It frightened her. What was wrong? What did she do? Did Simon do something? Where was Simon? These questions flew around in her skull but she couldn't find the courage to speak again. She just sat there on the wet grass, holding her hands in her lap and trying to find a bit of comfort in sitting still. ​