@Twilight Blader; Signature: Spoiler Please let me know if you'd like something changed. ~ >.<
I'm not as on top of it as you are. D: I get really...easily distracted and neglectful when it comes to RPing. xD And, I took it off in a fit of...
Yaaaaay. <3 I'm glad you liked it. And thank you as well! You're a great friend. ^^ And don't worry about that, that's just my OCD kicking in. XD
No problem. ^^ Well, usually, I'm single on V-day and it just ... it's lonely. o_o When I haven't been single, there's still a lot of negativity....
That was pretty cool, I'll admit. xD Yay. I won't either. <3 I get moody from time to time, but that's usually when I just take a couple of days...
Hey, there used to be a thread in the RP OOC section called "reaper" by Random Angel. It's seemed to have vanished. Could you help us find it,...
Sure .~
Erm. Where's the OOC thread? ._. I can't remember the name/appearances for my character.
Dєαяєѕт V I R A H, ❤ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄❤ I’ve already touched up on the heartfelt stuff with you several times in massive paragraphs all over the...
....Okay, that was weird. xD!
Dєαяєѕт P L U M Z O R S (hehe), ❤ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄❤ My heart goes out to you, first of all. Through all of the crap, you still manage to make...
Dєαяєѕт T W I L I G H T K N I G H T, ❤ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄❤ J-Rock? Role-Playing? Graphics? We should be best friends. <3 Either way, good luck...
Dєαяєѕт S A K U R A x A N G E L, ❤ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄❤ Where to start? I think you’re one of the nicest, sweetest members on the site....
Dєαяєѕт F I R E K E Y B L A D E, ❤ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄ ▄❤ Ah, the joys of Vocaloid that we’ve shared. I know that we don’t talk much, and we...
A soul .
She had an awesome birth date AND death date.
Yeah, sorry. xD If not tonight, then tomorrow after school. <3
▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀♥▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ❝To be or not to be—I wish that were really a choice.❞ It was cold but that was only one of the reasons that Jessica woke up at night. She was getting a bad feeling about something. She was not sure what that something was, but it was a strong enough feeling to wake her up. Jake was still asleep beside her and his warmth was giving her comfort. Even so, her eyes stared out blankly at the white ceiling above her, arms folded against her stomach. Part of her wanted to reach out and wake his sleeping form, but the other part knew he needed his rest. Her cheeks burned again, toes curling and brushing against his own before she pulled herself up, deciding finally to go and get something to drink. It was morning now, and she was half asleep, but she forced herself out of the comfortable, but tangled sheets around her and ran a finger through her dark hair, a short yawn leaving her before she pulled herself up. Going immediately to the corner of the room, she picked up her blouse, one of them many scattered clothing items across the plush carpet. She groaned, a hand running through her hair again as she collected the rest of them, slipping back into her clothes from yesterday, not possessing nearly enough patience at that moment to dress in any of the things she had brought. She looked down at Jake’s sleeping figure for a second more, sighing after and making her way to the front door. She headed downstairs and towards the lobby. She had been right about nearly everyone being cleared out. The place was virtually empty. It made it easier to tell just how big it was, and how many people had been there earlier to fill it out. But there was something eerie about it. It was too empty. There were no working; no one had cleaned up the mess. Maybe the staff had gotten that time off? But it still didn’t make much sense to her. Roaming the halls in search of a vending machine, or the cafeteria, Jessica began to feel more and more out of balance. Something was weird about this all. The quiet. There was a weight to it. Jessica groaned again, eyes fixed on the windows. The snow had piled up high. It would definitely be a while before they could hitch a ride back home, but that was beside the point. In her sleepiness, she was completely missing the sticky cold feeling at her toes. She paused, staring up at the ceiling first, rubbing the sleep from her eyes. “What the hell?†She shifted; eyes locked on the pool of a red something, probably wine, and sticking to her toes; slipping through the cracks, the tiles of the main lobby being at a slight arch. That was when she realized that it wasn’t wine, it couldn’t have been wine. Which was when her chin lifted, and her irises adjusted to the sight before her. Angela. Sprawled out on the floor, a chef’s knife lodged into her heart, eyes staring blankly at the ceiling before her, party dress soaked with blood and lips parted. Beside her there was a note. ‘Ready or Not, Here I Come.’ It took her a moment take it in, arms slack at her side and eyebrows pushed together in confusion. In her shock, her heart hadn’t failed to start pounding in her chest, sending adrenaline rushing through her veins, boiling at her trembling fingertips. She couldn’t believe it, she couldn’t process it. Her eyes just kept staring, her toes just kept curling, and her stomach just kept flipping, until finally her voice ripped through the silence — an ear piercing, primal, impulsive shriek leaving her.
This is gross. /fap.
