JessieTargaryen
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Celestial Queen-in-Waiting
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- Old Guild Username: Jasonhero
- Joined: 12 yrs ago
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7 yrs ago
Hey guys, don't catch the flu. It sucks! - PSA from your friendly neighborhood Targaryen
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9 yrs ago
Our father's were evil men, all of us. They left the world worse than they found it. We're not going to do that, we're going to leave the world better than we found it - Daenerys Targaryen
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9 yrs ago
Time and space - time to be alone, space to move about - these may well become the great scarcities of tomorrow. - Edwin Way Teale
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9 yrs ago
Ever make a mistake so bad, that it hurts every time you just think of it? Ever wish you could go back in time and fix everything so you didn't hurt the one who matters most? Yeah, me too.
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9 yrs ago
Hail Hydra!
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Do not go gentle into that good night
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
By: Dylan Thomas
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
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Jason was up in a second, time seeming to slow down. He would appear to others add if he was moving fast and reacting extremely fast. He dodged the first attempt to hit him and stocked the man in the throat, the second one was slammed into a wall by an invisible force. The third hit Jason with the taser.
I heard that Came Jason's voice in her head. He glared at her and then turned to face the door. Awaiting the inevitable. Jason would try to fight, as usual. He figured they would come in with the tazars out as usual. (You do da scientists and experiment)
Jason looks at the girl. "They're going to be in here soon. To experiment on us." He says and gets up to move into a more isolated portion of the cell
"Would you rather sit here and not fight back against these oppressive bastards?" Jason countered and he raided an eyebrow at her. "Off you hadn't jerked back from the bed like our was on fire then you wouldn't have impaled yourself." He said simply
Jason saw the girl come to and he looked over. "So... You better now that you've stabbed yourself?" He says to the girl and patiently waits for her to respond. Jason reached down and was messing with his shoelaces in order to detain himself. As he did sometimes.
Jason looked at the girl and simply sat there and watched the girl. Waiting patiently for the girl to wake up. In the time she had been gone, Jason had moved the pieces of the chair to the small hole he had in the cell that worked as a Trash can for him.
At that same moment two lab technician burst in and grabbed Lydia. Already having a gurney. Jason stood by and let them take Lydia. The medical men here were the kind ones. They didn't experiment they only healed, and a few were trying to help Jason escape, although they were under inspection at the moment.
Cartwright said
Right then.. So it's Lyra and Nyte we waiting for?
I'll bug vanna bout it
Jason ran forward and looked at Lydia. "That's not good. They'll be down to fix it soon. Come on. Get up." Jason says and grabs her wrist, pulling her up with one swift move. His hand around her wrist as he helped her up. Jason had to move in her way to catch her as he had accidentally pulled her up with more force than what was needed
Jason raised an eyebrow whenever Lydia jerked back suddenly. But simply choose to say nothing. Wondering why she has jerked back so suddenly. "Watch out!" The boy said suddenly, though it was too late as the girl hit a piece of the chair Jason had smashed against the wall earlier, the one he usually sat in. He stood up in case she tripped and fell. Not eager to have a girl bleeding out in his cell
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