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8 yrs ago
Current "Doing your best" does not mean working yourself to the point of a mental breakdown. Its no longer your best at that point.
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9 yrs ago
The word homeowner has the word "meow" in it. Good luck pronouncing it correctly ever again. You're welcome ^.^
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9 yrs ago
When everything seems wrong...something goes right, and it changes darkness into light, and makes the shadows a little less daunting.
10 yrs ago
People cry, not because they are weak. It's because they've been strong for too long
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11 yrs ago
the bad thing about being bullied is that every time it happens it steals a little piece of who you are if it happens enough little by little you become a little less of who you were meant to be.

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I feel so bad that I haven't posted get

I just...my mind doesn't wanna work
<Snipped quote by Caits>

I think after Samir tranquilzed Marlene did Gabriel try to protest? If thats the case, then semi-kinda.


Just that cause they are twins, Michael might look familiar
@lmpkio

Has samir met gabriel?
Sam
@joshua tamashii
Sam held out her hands to gently take the ball of light, studying it with curiosity, frowning as she did. She seemed perplexed, and a little upset. "Its a spirit" She said softly, gently cupping the ball of light, looking up tp Amelia.

penny
@Lunarlors34
Penny quickly went into the hotel lobby again, retriving a map she came back out, opening it, she studied it. "Well, there are a few streets that way. Perhaps we can start outside the town and see if anything is familiar that way " she said, looking to Jasmine to see if she was happy with that. There was a chance, apenny knew, that something nad happened, to cause Jasmines memory lose, but was hoping nothing had.

jessie
@hatakekuro

Drew gave a sigh "i wish i could say tnat was an isolated case, but Angelica really messed a lot of things up." He said, and perhaps that was why they needed the knignts.

"Its like everything, theres good and bad, but you make it what you want" Jessie said, having finished the orange she took some watermelon, enjoying the sweet taste of it, preplexed as she always was how water could be so sweet. "I don't think you can forget how to do magic. Its apart of us, right?" she said musingly, "but we could do some training if you want!"

Michael
@Lmpkio
After checking on Prince, Michael decided to go out and explore Crocus a bit, frowning over the message from Gabriel. Well Michael couldn't do anything about that, so he continued on nis way. He wondered what he should do, as he walked down the streets of the oldest magical city in Fiore.

He had his hands in his pockets, hood pulled over his head, looking down, clearly not paying attention to where he was going as he tried to think what he could do. So it was that he walked into someone coming out of a hotel, stumbling back and immediately apologizing "Im s-s-sorry!"
Connor threw the thick tomb onto the back seat, where it gave a heavy thunk, as he got in the car. The car started easily, and Connor began to navigate to Marl's, taking ways which migrht seem confusing but were really more about avpoiding traffic, making te journey shorter.

Finding a park was the hardest part, and Connor found tnat it was nard to get out tne car again, afraid of what Marl might say.


Is it your birthday? Happy birthday!
Niesha





location: Newman, infirmary





Niesha could feel the hysteria just rise continually, building up and spilling over in so many different ways. Challenging someone she knew nothing about, except for being grumpy and a jerk?l, was probably not a good idea. Nor was it a good idea to do so in a place she could easily be thrown out of. She couldn't stop herself. It had always been so. Things would just build up, until they spilled over in ways Niesha couldn't foretell. And she couldn't do anything about it.

When Richard moved to her, Niesha recognized the threat, remembering the attack only the day before, and automatically reached for an arrow, her bow, before remembering she didn't have this things. She was too slow to adjust, to slip into the basic self defense everyone knew, and before she knew it, she was on the ground, her vision fading in and out for a moment before her body gave up the fight for consciousness. The darkness descended, and for a time peace, the emotions fading as she sunk deep.

It didn't last long. She rose to consciousness slowly, like a balloon rising into the sky. She floated up, up, up, her mind fuzzy as it tried to process what had happened. The first thing her mind recognized was that she was restrained.

The scream ripped through her throat as if she was being attacked by an axe wielding maniac. Suddenly she was five years old, and experiencing what she imagined her brother must have. The scream was child-like, filled with the terror only a child could feel, as she bucked against the restraint, probably doing more to hurt herself then anything else.

The tears stung her eyes, spilling over in great fat drops, washing away dirt, dust, and whatever else that had accumulated on her face since her last full wash, and she sobbed. One name was repeated over and over as she struggled. "Harry, Harry, Harry, Harry..." a name she hadn't uttered in so many years, each uttering filled with nearly twenty years of grief and fear.

She was hog tied, in a world filled with dead who wanted nothing more then to eat you. She was further from finding her brother then she ever had been before. If there was no hope before the end, what hope was there now? As the bonds chaffed her skin, she seemed not to feel the warm blood, the pain. It was nothing compared to the shattering within the very essence of her heart and soul.

"Sophie..." her voice raw, it was no longer child liked but still filled with pain. Whether emotional or Physical it was hard to tell.

It was her fault the other woman had been bitten. If she had watched...if she hadn't drawn so many to that house fire...if she had told Sophie to take the horse with Astrid, would Sophie be lying unconscious, one handed? You couldn't tell the future and apparently the past would always haunt you.

She faught against the restraints, trying to break them but a weakness seemed to have taken over her body, and she wasn't able to. She caused more damage to herself then the restraint, and she began to hyperventilate as it became clear to her that she couldn't get free, "oh god"
I'll be posting today.
I am writing a post now.
I've had some real life stuff but will work on a post now. M
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