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Me and all my charries: NO!!!
Me: I have heard that so many times! XD



Kris: yep
Me: hey!
Nathan: you do realize you have like 7 charries? Right?
Me: ...

Other me: she's over obsessed
Me: no I'm not! I'm just taking a high liking to it... ;) sorry, I gtg, I'll be on tomorrow! Bye!

Me: What?
Tiffany: What? Oh, I thought you said something.
Me: Gods, I don't even know how many charries I have, that's how many I have.
Tiffany: Shut up.
Me: Can you please just-
Tiffany: No.

Kaleb: forty what? Prostitutes?
Brad: Vulgar.
Me: Nothing you need to know Brad. Nothing you need to know...
Kaleb: Ok they're defiantly sounding like prostitutes.
Justine: Can yo get hit by a bus please? Pleasey weasy?

Me: Um, let me count. Oswin, Finn, Travis, Dom, Isaac, Tiffany, Noah, Eirwen, and Rory... I think that's it. So, 9. Oh my gods, that's a lot of charries
Rory: Not trying to start a fight so don't take this the wrong way, but you used me, like, once...

Geena: I know how you feel. *pats Rory's shoulder*
Me: I did not only use you once! Stop being so spoiled!
Kaleb: You've only used me once-
Me: I made you today...

Me: Jesus Christ, how many of those do you have?
Finn: Oh, c'mon, Annie, don't ruin the party!
Me: What party...

Geena: Umber... hand me the tranquilizer...
Umber: *hands her a tranquilizer*
Geena: Justine...
Justine: WHERE'S THE PARTTTTYYY??? WHERE IS IT?!?!
Geena: Shhh... *shoots Justine*

Me: Finn, NO ONE wants an umbrella hat.
Noah: You would say that Dyanne. You have 19 of them on display in your closet. You're totally not being a hypocrite or anything.
Me: Shut up, Noah! How the heck did you find out about that?
Noah: *spooky voice* I know everything... about everyone.

Kaleb: Well do you know how long my d-
Justine, Umber, Brad and Geena: NOOOOOOOOOOOO.
Kaleb: What? I was going to say dog.

Me: And... you're back.
Tiffany: you're supposed to be asleep, so why don't you just turn around and do that?
Me: *scowls.* Continue this tomorrow?
Tiffany: *Laughs mockingly* as if.

Umber: Speaking of which I still have the word idiot on my forehead. Darn it Isabella...
Justine: You sure it doesn't just rub off? *tries rubbing it*
Umber: OW stop ittttttt It's raw! *protects forehead*

Megan:* coughs* druggie

Indiana and Gatsby: Hecate!
Alice: Poseidon
Megan: Hermes! WOOT WOOT!!!
Bree: khione