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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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@Viciersnuggles
Postie post is incoming...but p'rolly not right now. In the morn so I can finish it and make sure it makes sense

@Wicked Sweeti don't see why not
nawww and poor charmander is only level one

Guess its gonna be will power XD
I'm fine both ways too ^.^
@TalijaKey
Ah thought so, didn't want to mention you in case my brain wanted to screw with me.

Yay! It really should be interesting, on the one hand, Charmander wants to be free, but on the other...well. Its gonna be fun fun fun.

We could collab that,if you wanted. Sometimes that's quicker lol
@Shadow Daedalus@Ashevelendar@TalijaKey@Feisty-Pants@Raijinslayer@Bright_Ops@Caits@BlackPanther

Hey everyone,

I added (Wild) and (Tamed) to the Pokemon List in the Character Thread. Those Pokemon that are "wild" are free game for trainers unless otherwise claimed by a trainer.


Someone asked if Charmander would be their pokemon...so is she wild or tamed? Or in between? She's not caught yet.
Sasha


As they were setting up, Sasha glanced around the room, wondering what it had been before the outbreak. There was a thin layer of dust settled over the floor, the furniture that was there, stirred up by the movement of getting the bed in there, of moving things around. So Sasha found a cloth, and began to clean the room, getting rid of the dust. Or as much of it as she could. She then made up the bed, pondering somethings. She set her backpack on the bed, and stood there staring at it for a few moments.

She hadn't unpacked at the farmhouse, because she had just assumed they wouldn't be staying htere, because she expected that...it wouldn't be permanate, wouldn't last. She didn't want to think like that here. She didn't want to expect that at any time, they could be overrun, that this could be taken away from them. She...she wanted to be happy, and to feel safe. To expect that they'd be here, a while, if not a long time.

She took a deep breath, and opened the pack, she found a place to put the spare clothes she had, what maegar belongs she had. She ended up sitting on the bed, staring at a photo. The only photo she had left in the entire world of her mother and father. She hadn't looked at it since she had snatched it from her room in the community. It was just the three of them, Sasha just going off to colleage, to start her medical degree.

She lay the photo down, and pressed her hands against her eyes, trying to stop the tears stinging her eyes. The last month, the grief hadn't overwhelmed her. Because she had avoided thinking about them, thinking about...about him. And yet...it was her parents she missed the most, her parents she wanted, her parents she couldn't stop seeing, dead. Was that...was that because she wanted them to know she...was okay? Was happy? That there was a little girl she loved more then anything, and that...that the father...that she cared a lot about Matt? Which threw her into confusion.

Overwhelmed, Sasha didn't seem to care that the door was open, that anyone could see her, if they cared to look in. She broke down, unable to stop the tears, unable to slow their fall. She curled into herself, moving her hands to cover her face. She was scared, terrifed of losing what she had found again. She didn't want to be alone again. The walker herd...the photo...everything just seemed to bring to home how much she had to lose again, how much she didn't want that, and how much she couldn't do to ensure it wouldn't happen.

She tried to bring herself back under control, but she couldn't seem to. She had been holding so much in that it seemed once she had broken the dam, she couldn't put a stopper in it once again. She tried so hard to, not wanting Matt to come it, to see her like this, but she didn't have the strength to stop.
Cassandra



Interacting with @KoL


"You have a shocking misrepresentation of your own self. If that were true, Eris, you would have punched me instead of that mirror" Cassandra said "Or rather you would have punched me, because you'd already punched the Mirror before i came in. But instead you let me take you to the hospital, to get fixed up." But she was willing to let go, otherwise she suspected that they would be there the rest of the night, debating the whole thing. "Yet as I said. I'm willing to go with this, because if you see it as important, then it is." Yet it didn't mean that she wouldn't step in if she saw Chiyo attackign someone again, she wouldn't step it. She couldn't stand by and let that happen if she could do something. But perhaps she wouldn't be so...abrasive. For Eris's sake.

She let it go, as Eris had seemed happy, and now it seemed that Cassandra herself was making things hard, and she didn't want that at all. She nodded, "I always enjoying my time with you, Eris" She said quite truthfully, as she grabbed the flour, she suspected that as they tried to make crepes, they'd end up covered in the stuff, but what was the fun in cooking, if you didn't get a little messy?
@dabombjk
I was just rereading our collab cause why the hell not, and I'm constantly reminded how close the score point were to get this ending.
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