TlalocOh phew :)
I wish I had your enthusiasm for being subjected to terrifying images. You watched all seven saw movies by yourself back to back. I can't. xD What's your secret?? Maybe if I just force myself to watch more of them?? I want to like scary movies, they're perfect for dates/romantic movie nights. That's how I got stuck watching Insidious xD Lol, why is your dance studio haunted, I can't remember if you told me that yet. I'll have to tell you about my "ghost" experience when I was babysitting once. Not now, because I'm about to sleep soon for crying out loud haha xD
Ok, goodnight! I'm going to finish your post before I head to bed. It'll be up by the time you wake up!
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Oh wow, that's really sad about your uncle. I'm sorry to hear it. It's like any addiction - it changes the person into someone else which makes it that much more difficult to deal with. And it seems like it effects everyone who's involved. I hope something changes for your uncle :( Oh shit, and I sent you that family guy video poking fun at Canadians and alcoholics/AA members. Dammit, I'm really sorry DX
Lol that's fine, there's no rush to figure it out or be worried about it.
Insidious Chapter 2. Nope, haven't seen it, not sure I ever will. I was already coerced into watching the first one, thanks very much Dx Well, I use the word "watch" loosely, since I probably only watched less than half of it. The other half was spent with my face in a blanket xD I'm not kidding, I'm the biggest coward when it comes to scary movies. All the tomboyishness - poof, out the window. I can start the movie like it's not gonna bother me and then I'm half way through I'm like, oh fuck I'm not going to sleep tonight, am I xD I watched the trailer though.. :| ..most of it...without the sound. It looks great. x)
Aww being sick is the worst D: Hope you feel better soon.
Lol that's fine, there's no rush to figure it out or be worried about it.
Insidious Chapter 2. Nope, haven't seen it, not sure I ever will. I was already coerced into watching the first one, thanks very much Dx Well, I use the word "watch" loosely, since I probably only watched less than half of it. The other half was spent with my face in a blanket xD I'm not kidding, I'm the biggest coward when it comes to scary movies. All the tomboyishness - poof, out the window. I can start the movie like it's not gonna bother me and then I'm half way through I'm like, oh fuck I'm not going to sleep tonight, am I xD I watched the trailer though.. :| ..most of it...without the sound. It looks great. x)
Aww being sick is the worst D: Hope you feel better soon.
Whoa hey wait a minute, the drinking age in Canada is 19?? Not fair! xD haha, not that it matters to me anymore. It's 21 in the US. I'm not a heavy drinker at all, but it's fun to have drinks with my friends and all get a little buzzed together x) but not shit faced or anything! One of my friend's roommates is on the border of becoming an alcoholic. It's not fun for anyone involved. Apparently she comes home so drunk on weekend nights that she can't even stand, she has to have someone help her get around. And it's like she's a different person. My friends and I don't drink like that. In fact, I don't think I can say I've ever been drunk before, and I don't have any interest in trying it. Too busy to deal with a hangover in the morning anyways. Lowered inhibitions don't freak me out though, as long as I'm comfortable with the people I'm with and the place I'm in.
Yikes, keep the creepy people away from you D: Haha, no see, they wouldn't freak out if they actually met them, I haven't dated psychos or anything xD Of the four people I've been with in my life, all have been decent and total parent pleasers. They just haven't all been guys.
So what movie did your parents want to watch anyway?
Yikes, keep the creepy people away from you D: Haha, no see, they wouldn't freak out if they actually met them, I haven't dated psychos or anything xD Of the four people I've been with in my life, all have been decent and total parent pleasers. They just haven't all been guys.
So what movie did your parents want to watch anyway?
Ha, I actually really do want to see the Lego Movie, I've heard it was fantastic. I kept seeing ads for it online and thought it would be terrible, but I'm finally convinced that I need to see it x)
Ahh man, that does suck. How'd they find out anyway?? My parents were pretty protective too, but now that I don't live with them, they don't hover over me like they used to. But I don't think they have any reason to think they need to hover over me. I'm over the legal drinking age, so no problems there anymore. They know I don't smoke anything, since I'd never want that to interfere with playing soccer. There's only one, uh, sort of serious thing they might freak out about lol, which would be some of the people I've dated in the past. They don't know about that, and I'm not too interested in casually mentioning it haha. They're very conservative. I might not ever need to mention it anyway, who knows.
EDIT: Rando. That reminds me, I did try out that word on my friends. They didn't even blink! So I said it again and pointed out that I said it, and they were like, uh yeah, rando. That's been around. XD So apparently I'm the only one late to the party.
Ahh man, that does suck. How'd they find out anyway?? My parents were pretty protective too, but now that I don't live with them, they don't hover over me like they used to. But I don't think they have any reason to think they need to hover over me. I'm over the legal drinking age, so no problems there anymore. They know I don't smoke anything, since I'd never want that to interfere with playing soccer. There's only one, uh, sort of serious thing they might freak out about lol, which would be some of the people I've dated in the past. They don't know about that, and I'm not too interested in casually mentioning it haha. They're very conservative. I might not ever need to mention it anyway, who knows.
EDIT: Rando. That reminds me, I did try out that word on my friends. They didn't even blink! So I said it again and pointed out that I said it, and they were like, uh yeah, rando. That's been around. XD So apparently I'm the only one late to the party.
Lol, it's ok, you can rant if you want, I won't judge x)
It's set in Nazi Germany and it's about a girl who hides books so they won't be burned the Nazi's. Lot's of other stuff happens, I'm making it sound boring, but it's really good.
Soooo, I don't want to be nosy or anything, but why would they have freaked out if you'd told them where were you going?
It's set in Nazi Germany and it's about a girl who hides books so they won't be burned the Nazi's. Lot's of other stuff happens, I'm making it sound boring, but it's really good.
Soooo, I don't want to be nosy or anything, but why would they have freaked out if you'd told them where were you going?
We really do. We obviously know the lingo. xD
Sweet!
Yep, the movie was already out in theaters, and it's on On Demand now too. I'm at my parents' house right now for break, and my brother's here too and we all wanted to watch a movie together (aw xD), so we were browsing through movie trailers and watched the one for The Book Thief and it looked great, but my brother didn't want to watch it so we watched Captain Philips instead, which was pretty good. Anyway lol, all of this to say that it made me want to read the book before I watched the movie, and it's really good so far! I totally recommend it.
Sweet!
Yep, the movie was already out in theaters, and it's on On Demand now too. I'm at my parents' house right now for break, and my brother's here too and we all wanted to watch a movie together (aw xD), so we were browsing through movie trailers and watched the one for The Book Thief and it looked great, but my brother didn't want to watch it so we watched Captain Philips instead, which was pretty good. Anyway lol, all of this to say that it made me want to read the book before I watched the movie, and it's really good so far! I totally recommend it.
Lol, it does though xD And then they have to shout "ready, break!"
Yeah, I think we're good! We got the basic plot points, so we can just fill in the other stuff as we go.
Thanks :) hopefully the site will stay up and we won't actually have to use these.
Hey have you ever read the Book Thief?
Yeah, I think we're good! We got the basic plot points, so we can just fill in the other stuff as we go.
Thanks :) hopefully the site will stay up and we won't actually have to use these.
Hey have you ever read the Book Thief?
Ah man, don't feel nervous and psych yourself out! It's break time anyway, we gotta push exams out of our minds for now x)
Yeah, yeah, I like that idea! Now we just need to figure out where Mila would run into those two. Could be a nightclub? She plans to get one more meal before she skips town, and runs into the two of them chasing their own prey.
EDIT: Hey btw, the site's probably not going to crash again, but just in case it does, can I give you this email? reach.red.rp@gmail.com You can contact me there, if you want. That way, we don't have to end our rp story prematurely, just because of some technical difficulties.
Yeah, yeah, I like that idea! Now we just need to figure out where Mila would run into those two. Could be a nightclub? She plans to get one more meal before she skips town, and runs into the two of them chasing their own prey.
EDIT: Hey btw, the site's probably not going to crash again, but just in case it does, can I give you this email? reach.red.rp@gmail.com You can contact me there, if you want. That way, we don't have to end our rp story prematurely, just because of some technical difficulties.
Nope, no exams for my design classes >;} But we do have huge final projects...and I do have a stats exam...D:
Thanks! Hm, I was thinking Mila and Charlie could part ways, and then we could have it go one of two ways: Booker and Lisette encounter Charlie when she's alone, and then Mila stumbles across the three of them. Or, we could have Booker and Lisette run into Mila first. They have a friendly but tense chat, maybe they convince her to stick around with them for a while. She's sort of ambivalent about it, but agrees. And then the three of them run into Charlie somehow. I think I like the second one. What do you think? We could do something totally different.
Thanks! Hm, I was thinking Mila and Charlie could part ways, and then we could have it go one of two ways: Booker and Lisette encounter Charlie when she's alone, and then Mila stumbles across the three of them. Or, we could have Booker and Lisette run into Mila first. They have a friendly but tense chat, maybe they convince her to stick around with them for a while. She's sort of ambivalent about it, but agrees. And then the three of them run into Charlie somehow. I think I like the second one. What do you think? We could do something totally different.
“So you accidentally almost killed me? That makes it so much better. Thanks for clearing that up.”
Mila bore Char’s cutting remarks with downcast eyes, her face emotionless despite the tightness of her chest and the ache in the back of her throat. She didn’t try to respond because there was nothing she could say that wouldn’t just upset the girl more. That, and she had an awful feeling that if she did try to speak, her voice would tremble. ’Let her take her anger out, uninterrupted. Let her punish me in the small ways she can.’ It was the very least she could do. What did she think she deserved? Forgiveness? There was no forgiving what she’d done and what she’d planned to do.
”Next you’re going to say that I was asking for it.”
Mila twitched with a slight, automatic shake of her head, feeling sick behind her mask of silence. Still, she made no retort. And as Charlie scoffed at her weak explanations, her features became unmovable, like marble. But the girl’s snide comment as the vampire reached for her bloodstained hand was almost too much.
"Why don't you just lick it off? Seems like an awful waste to me."
Mila’s impassive face broke a little at that, enough to let a tormented grimace flicker over her features. She would have blushed, if she was able. Instead, she looked miserable for a few seconds and then she gradually recovered, letting her expression become rigid again as she continued to clean Charlie’s hand. The girl’s glare was like a hot iron. As soon as the blood was gone, Mila released her wrist and slowly moved away.
She went over to the open window and closed it quietly, knowing Charlie didn’t need the cool breeze to make her colder. After that she stood there at the far end of the room, arms crossed, looking around listlessly as if she didn’t know what to do with herself. A hesitant glance in Charlie’s direction revealed that the girl was still staring down at her hand.
”What are you going to do with me now?”
Mila watched as Charlie seemed to mull the question over in her own mind. It was clear by the way she covered her face in frustration that her expectations weren’t good.
”It’s not like you can keep me here forever. People will realize that I’m gone, they’ll come looking for me!”
“I don’t doubt that,” Mila replied numbly. She reached into her pocket to take a look at Charlie’s phone, as if she half expected it to be buzzing already with worried texts and calls from Char’s loved ones. There was nothing like that yet, of course. Mila swiped her thumb across the screen and began scrolling through Charlie’s most recent calls and messages. To her surprise, they weren’t all that recent. It seemed like most of them were from work and even those were few and far between. She glanced up at Charlie with a questioning look.
“…You don’t…communicate with your family often, do you?” It was more of a statement. She looked from the phone to the girl again and this time her eyes lingered on Charlie, studying her as she done so many times before. “You’re alone.” Like she herself was. Mila didn’t need the swell of emotion that came along with that thought – she was already feeling more fragile than she had in a couple hundred years. Stiffly, she tucked the phone back into her pocket and sunk into one of the armchairs.
“You want to know what I’m going to do with you?” she asked somberly. “I’m going to sit here until you fall into a deep sleep. Then I’m going to pick you up and carry you to your bed. And then…” She was looking away from her now, down at her hands that were tangled up together in her lap. When she spoke again, her voice came out a little higher and more uneven than she liked, “…And then, I’m going to leave, and you’ll never have to see me again.” She cleared her throat softly. After a tense moment, she opened her mouth again as if she wanted to say something else, but then seemed to think better of it. Her eyes were clouded in thought as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
Now she sat silently in the armchair across from Charlie, not looking directly at her but very much aware of her sounds and movements, of her blonde hair catching the light of the moon, the subtle glow of her smooth, pale skin. None of these were to be shriveled away by her after all, and that thought had a calming effect on her. Mila sat so still, she might have been frozen in time. She was imagining Charlie waking up sometime tomorrow to an empty apartment, feeling groggy but better. She’d be hungry. Mila would leave her something to eat. Then she pictured Charlie throwing it away in disgust and the faintest crease appeared on Mila’s brow. She resolved to think of something else. Something like, her next destination. …or her next meal. She shuddered and pushed that out of her mind too. For now at least, while she was still full and feeling more human than she did at any other time in her feeding cycle, let her forget about her ungodly thirst.
How had she let this slender girl disrupt everything. There had been a time in the beginning, after that initial craze, when it had been difficult to come to terms with what she’d become and what she had to do. But she’d gotten over it a long, long time ago. She’d become good at it. She’d enjoyed it. And now it was as if Charlie had held a mirror up to her soul - or lack there of - and had shown her just how deplorable she really was. Terror, leech, parasite…
“…but I didn’t choose to be a monster…” It came out soft and breathless, and Mila blinked because she hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She looked at Charlie and thought that the girl must have been asleep by now or at least too drowsy to really comprehend anything. She let her face break into an anguished expression and raised a shaky hand to her forehead. “I’m sorry,” she apologized wretchedly. Her murmur was almost swallowed by the silence.
Mila bore Char’s cutting remarks with downcast eyes, her face emotionless despite the tightness of her chest and the ache in the back of her throat. She didn’t try to respond because there was nothing she could say that wouldn’t just upset the girl more. That, and she had an awful feeling that if she did try to speak, her voice would tremble. ’Let her take her anger out, uninterrupted. Let her punish me in the small ways she can.’ It was the very least she could do. What did she think she deserved? Forgiveness? There was no forgiving what she’d done and what she’d planned to do.
”Next you’re going to say that I was asking for it.”
Mila twitched with a slight, automatic shake of her head, feeling sick behind her mask of silence. Still, she made no retort. And as Charlie scoffed at her weak explanations, her features became unmovable, like marble. But the girl’s snide comment as the vampire reached for her bloodstained hand was almost too much.
"Why don't you just lick it off? Seems like an awful waste to me."
Mila’s impassive face broke a little at that, enough to let a tormented grimace flicker over her features. She would have blushed, if she was able. Instead, she looked miserable for a few seconds and then she gradually recovered, letting her expression become rigid again as she continued to clean Charlie’s hand. The girl’s glare was like a hot iron. As soon as the blood was gone, Mila released her wrist and slowly moved away.
She went over to the open window and closed it quietly, knowing Charlie didn’t need the cool breeze to make her colder. After that she stood there at the far end of the room, arms crossed, looking around listlessly as if she didn’t know what to do with herself. A hesitant glance in Charlie’s direction revealed that the girl was still staring down at her hand.
”What are you going to do with me now?”
Mila watched as Charlie seemed to mull the question over in her own mind. It was clear by the way she covered her face in frustration that her expectations weren’t good.
”It’s not like you can keep me here forever. People will realize that I’m gone, they’ll come looking for me!”
“I don’t doubt that,” Mila replied numbly. She reached into her pocket to take a look at Charlie’s phone, as if she half expected it to be buzzing already with worried texts and calls from Char’s loved ones. There was nothing like that yet, of course. Mila swiped her thumb across the screen and began scrolling through Charlie’s most recent calls and messages. To her surprise, they weren’t all that recent. It seemed like most of them were from work and even those were few and far between. She glanced up at Charlie with a questioning look.
“…You don’t…communicate with your family often, do you?” It was more of a statement. She looked from the phone to the girl again and this time her eyes lingered on Charlie, studying her as she done so many times before. “You’re alone.” Like she herself was. Mila didn’t need the swell of emotion that came along with that thought – she was already feeling more fragile than she had in a couple hundred years. Stiffly, she tucked the phone back into her pocket and sunk into one of the armchairs.
“You want to know what I’m going to do with you?” she asked somberly. “I’m going to sit here until you fall into a deep sleep. Then I’m going to pick you up and carry you to your bed. And then…” She was looking away from her now, down at her hands that were tangled up together in her lap. When she spoke again, her voice came out a little higher and more uneven than she liked, “…And then, I’m going to leave, and you’ll never have to see me again.” She cleared her throat softly. After a tense moment, she opened her mouth again as if she wanted to say something else, but then seemed to think better of it. Her eyes were clouded in thought as she shifted uncomfortably in her seat.
Now she sat silently in the armchair across from Charlie, not looking directly at her but very much aware of her sounds and movements, of her blonde hair catching the light of the moon, the subtle glow of her smooth, pale skin. None of these were to be shriveled away by her after all, and that thought had a calming effect on her. Mila sat so still, she might have been frozen in time. She was imagining Charlie waking up sometime tomorrow to an empty apartment, feeling groggy but better. She’d be hungry. Mila would leave her something to eat. Then she pictured Charlie throwing it away in disgust and the faintest crease appeared on Mila’s brow. She resolved to think of something else. Something like, her next destination. …or her next meal. She shuddered and pushed that out of her mind too. For now at least, while she was still full and feeling more human than she did at any other time in her feeding cycle, let her forget about her ungodly thirst.
How had she let this slender girl disrupt everything. There had been a time in the beginning, after that initial craze, when it had been difficult to come to terms with what she’d become and what she had to do. But she’d gotten over it a long, long time ago. She’d become good at it. She’d enjoyed it. And now it was as if Charlie had held a mirror up to her soul - or lack there of - and had shown her just how deplorable she really was. Terror, leech, parasite…
“…but I didn’t choose to be a monster…” It came out soft and breathless, and Mila blinked because she hadn’t meant to say it out loud. She looked at Charlie and thought that the girl must have been asleep by now or at least too drowsy to really comprehend anything. She let her face break into an anguished expression and raised a shaky hand to her forehead. “I’m sorry,” she apologized wretchedly. Her murmur was almost swallowed by the silence.
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