He always said he doesn’t believe in fairy tales, but this frantic clinging onto his shoulders in the nights together made him almost hoping that this life would be different than all the others on the... He knew it was over when the other left. He realized it was good for the time it was alive, just like the time you read a fairy tale. After all, he hated them. He would never believe in fairy tales
I bit my tongue sometime last night. While I was sleeping. The tip of it. Right next to the tiny scar I have where I previously had chomped down on it. Ouch. Also reason #894734 why I should never doodle anything ever: I call it: too much tongue.
WHO: Himuro, Hiruma, Marco WHERE: Various clothing stores WHEN: September 27th, late afternoon/early evening WARNINGS: Hiruma is a warning all on his own SUMMARY: They are shopping for some classy suits today!! FORMAT: Quicklog~ [Himuro sniffs a little in the chilly afternoon, waiting just in front of the Hell Towers building with her arms crossed over her chest] Where are those...
[ The camera on the communicator is shaky, and he holds it at arms length. His hair is disheveled from what used to be a style, his clothes torn. He sits against a dirty wall in an alleyway somewhere...from behind. No injuries, just a slight headache. My wallet is missing. Though the greater crime is my own, I'd say. I made a lady wait. [ more defeated laughter and the video shuts off ]
Ah, life away from the usual hustle and bustle is the best, I'd say. Not that I've been anywhere interesting, but it's amazing what a good book can do to one's psyche. Football (if I am to ignore the...check this network. Is ignorance bliss or have I let the allure of normalcy get to my head? I wonder. Forgive me. This is a communication system, not a personal diary. Please recommend a novel to me
A lot of questions around here lately, I'd say. I may be feeling the slight bit morbid, but please humor me. Do you want to save the world? From what is it being saved? Or have you already failed?
WHO: Marco and Maria WHERE: Hell Towers/Maria's room WHEN: Backdated to Sunday, July 26 WARNINGS: None(besides cute ) SUMMARY: Chatting and gifts, basically. FORMAT: AIM quicklog Marco: *returns to her apartment only a few hours after tryouts had ended, a clipboard under one arm and a bottle of cola in the other (still plastic), having showered and changed back into the clothes...
WHO: Hiruma and Marco, sexswapped WHERE: Hell Towers WHEN: Backdated to Sunday July 26 WARNINGS: Possible flirting SUMMARY: Hiruma and Marco clean up after tryouts on Sunday FORMAT: waaah The last of the possible players had finished their rigorous test and had limped back home, or into the car where their mothers were waiting, or whatever it was that they used to get home. Hiruma surveyed...
[ He– she clears her throat, but speaks lower and softer than natural, trying to sound masculine, though it's not particularly working too well ] Now that the shock has mostly worn off, you can count... though she now sports narrower shoulders, a gentler jaw and brow, and big blue doe-eyes. She forces a smile. ] –nothing to see here. However. Kaa.. I think I'll stay indoors for a few days
...to get the hang of being able to move his head in one direction and his feet in another. There is also still a LOT of work to do on being able to stand still, but that's quite a hard ask, I think. Marco ate his supplement pills! They were stuffed into chunks of apple mixed into his dinner and there wasn't even any head-shaking, so either he didn't know they were there, or he is now officially used...
