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Nightmare: *snickers and smirks* *thinks: Still got it...* At your pleasure my lady. *bows* *chases Richard like a mad man*Me: I disown you.
Nightmare: ahaha. You never would.
Me: Dammit I love you too damn much.
Nightmare: *stops* Whoa....
Me: Not like that.
Nightmare: you will... *continues chasing Richard and almost catches him*
Trevor: *sees Al's look at Nightmare and hears her comment* *fights back tears* In a brave voice: What's wrong with 15? And my mind is not like that, Nightmare. I've seen some pretty... graphic... things though... *glares at me*
Me: What? Is it my fault it was a good way to kill you?
Trevor: Yes. *finally breaks down and cries*
Me: I'm sorry!!!!
Trevor: *leaves*Me: Ugh... Al, can you go talk to him? I'll keep an eye on these two.
Nightmare: *catches up to Richard and tackles him to the ground.* Gotcha!
Me: Play nice, Seth.
Nightmare: *sitting on Richard's back and playing with Richard's arm* Awww... *puts Richard's arms down and just sits on him*
Me: Good job. :) *looks at Nightmare affectionately* Dammit!
Nightmare: What?
Me: Nvm.
Esther: Uggggg.... not. reading. this!Beck: Lazy a-
Esther: Beck! Language!!
Beck: Then how come Christine get's to cuss? She's younger than me!!
Esther: She doesn't say that kind!
Beck: *sigh*... room?
Esther: Ummmmmmm you don't have one in my mind... but ill make it now...
Beck: ugggggg...
Esther: Don't worry... it's just like your room in the story
Beck: I hate the room! You made it!
Esther: SHUT UP AND GO INTO YOUR ROOM!!
Beck: *groans*
Me: Richard, shut it. *mutters* Jerk.Richard: I heard that.
Me: Good.
Nightmare: *chuckles* Hey, can you play that song that totally empowers me?
Me: Um... not in Al's mind... but I could link it so that she could play it.
Nightmare: Good. Excellent.
Me: here. Because I'm Evil
Nightmare: that's an awesome song.
Me: *rolls eyes* *looks at Al and Trevor*
Trevor: It's fine, Al. Really. I get it. He is quite handsome. And he's older. And he's yours...
Me: gag
Richard: Excuse me?
Me: You heard me. *dreams of Aro*
Richard: You're choosing THAT over me?
Me: Yup.
Nightmare: Why do I feel hurt?
Me: Awww sunshine. Don't worry. You'll always be more evil than Aro.
Nightmare: *in a creepy deep voice doing arch finger thing* Excellent.
Me: THat was creepy.
Nightmare: *sings* Because I'm evil!!!
Esther: Ummmmm I missed a lot.. who's Aro?Beck: Dono, don't care
Esther: *sigh* didn't think so... *mutters* what am i gonna do with you?
Beck: WElllllll... in the last book im gonna-
Esther: STOP DOING THAT!!! YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE IN YOUR ROOM ANYWAYS!
Beck: *laughs* You know I'm nevre gonna do anything you tell me too
@ Esther: Aro is the head Volturi member in New Moon. Yes, I mentioned Twilight. But if its any consolation, my favourite character is the evil one... ^^
ahahahaha!!!!! OMG. I will reply later... my media teacher's lurking...
Lmao, 'tis why we love you sunshine. :)and
Me: who the hell is big guy?
Nightmare: No idea. *does an elaborate swoop with his hand* There. That should do it.
Big Guy: *writhes on the ground in pain*
Me: *chuckles* You showed him.
Nightmare: I did.
Me: I hope Big Guy isn't anyone important.
Nightmare: He only told me I couldn't hurt Al. and even you tell me to do that.
Me: What's that supposed to mean?
Nightmare: Nothing. Why?
Me: Oh.
Trevor: Hey, can I talk to you for a sec?
Me: Yeah sure. *hops to her mind with Trevor and draws a bubble of silence* Sup?
Trevor: I don't think Al likes me.
Me: Of course she does. She's just all over the place. Tis a wonderful thing that is.
Trevor: Yeah, alright. *runs to Al's mind and smacks into the wall of the bubble*
Me: *looking down at Trevor on the ground* Uh.. sorry bout that. You alright?
Trevor: Yeah. *gets up*
Me: *puts down bubble and appears in Al's mind with Trevor*
Trevor: AL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! *tackles*
*waits patiently for the finalie*Oh and thanks for sheilding Nightmare. But he probs had his own protective bubble up before you got yours up, but he's saying that he appreciates the gesture none the less.
Me: Fail Al, fail. Nightmare is so mine. *runs to his aid*Trevor: *sigh* Well, if the truth is what you just said in your head, then no, I don't need to hear it again. If it's something else, though, I'd like to hear it. The truth is golden. But not until after this...
*leans Al back and kisses her dramatically*
In some other distant part of Al's mind...
Me: *whacks Big Guy in the back of the head with a cricket bat*
Big Guy: *falls unconscious to the floor*
Nightmare: *lowers shield and walks over* You know what I just realized?
Me: What?
Nightmare: That you're a lot more powerful than I thought you were and that this blasted idiot here on the floor looks a lot like Winston Churchhill.
Me: wtf? Hey... wait... he does...
Nightmare: *chuckles darkly* Well isn't that odd?
Nightmare: *yawns as his shield deflects everything Big Guy throws at him* *looks at his watch*Me: *laughs*
Big Guy: *Pauses to reload*
Nightmare: *takes this oppertunity to thrust his hand into the sand at his belt and aim a direct column of fire straight at Big Guy until he is a charred (but living) mess on the back wall.*
Me: Holy Shit. *looks at Nightmare dreamily*
Nightmare: *pulls an apple out of his pocket, chews thoughfully, then smirks at me*
Me: *faints*
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Trevor: *breaks away and smirks* *tilts Al back on her feet and kisses her again after looking deep into her dreamy eyes* *breaks away again and nuzzles(sp?) her head*
Trevor: hmmm... I like the way your hair smells.
Me: *in a state of unconiousness floating about* That was cheesy.
Nightmare: *throws up a sheild and deflects Red's fire and lightning, then runs up to her, grabs her head, and makes out with her passionately*Me: Uh....
Big Guy: Uh....
Me: Should we, you know, leave them?
Big Guy: perhaps...
Me: *leaves*
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Trevor: Anything for you, Al. *smiles and kisses her again*
Me: *appears* Gah! Get a room! *disappears*
Trevor: Um... we did... *shrugs and continues kissing Al*
((Ah... but if Trevor was real, would you?))Nightmare: *between kisses* Ah...haha... tu parle Francais.... c'est bon... c'est bien... tu es tres beau, mademoiselle. *steps back and bows to her before returning to the make-out session*
((Don't mind my french either... it's probably horrible!))
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Trevor: *breaks kiss, out of breath* *breathes heavy and looks down at his feet* *gasping* If you don't mind, let's not go as far as Nightmare and Red probably are... If you catch my drift. *chuckles nervously while holding Al close*
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Me: *walks in on Eli and Alec in my mind* Oh not you too!
Alec: What?
Eli: uh... we kinda did try to be seclusive... we know you hate all this...
Me: No.. no... I'm sorry, not your fault. You're just not the only ones... *grumbles and stalks off to a lonelier part of her mind* Recommence! *hears murmuring behind her* Ick.
*in some empty, lonely part of her brain*
Me: Ugh... Isn't it kind of sad that all my characters are seeing more action than me? Who the hell to I get?! *Nick and Skye pass through* Ugh! You have got to be kidding me! GET OUT! *sulks in the corner*
Nightmare: mhmmm... *kissing her neck* You are quite right, mademoiselle, quite right. But every devil needs a mistress. *growls playfully as they roll to the ground*((is it scary that it's very easy to imagine Nightmare doing this?))
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Trevor: ahaha. Eli didn't think my kissing was quite that. And I'm sure Amanda's alright. If she isn't, it's Nightmare's fault, not ours, right? She has nothing against us. Besides, if she's not alright, she's having a breakdown, and trust me, you do not want to walk into one of those. If she lets you in. Me being here right now with you is probably the only thing keeping her sane. *sits Al down on the ground next to him and plays with her fingers*
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Me: *in the dark corner of my mind* *cries* *screams* *tears at her hands and the walls around her* Why!? Why am I always alone? What's wrong with me? Nothing! Yet all the ones who DO have problems whisked away by the most wonderful guys. I have everything to offer the world and they're to freaking thick to see it! What's the point in me knowing then, huh? Why let me know Mr. High-and Mighty?! It does NOTHING. I can ramble on as much as I want, but no one's listening. They never were.
*pulls all her hair back and throws on shorts and a tank top, curling up in the middle of the room to cry it out while listening to THIS, this, and THIS.*
((good idea Al. PG is going to end in the near future...))Nightmare: *sighs and kisses red, slipping his hands under her shirt* Who was that? *rolls her over so he's on top*
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Trevor: *gets pulled by the arm, and dragged after Al* Wait-what? Al, stop! Nightmare can more than defend himself. When he's had his fun, he's probably put her out. He does that with all the girls in Dream Catcher anyways...
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Me: *Huddles by herself in the middle of the room crying and singing Billy Joel songs* While in these days, of quiet desperation, as I wander through the world in which I live, I search everywhere for some new inspiration, but it's more than cold reality can give. If I need a cause for celebration, or a comfort I can use to ease my mind, I rely on my imagination, and I dream of an imaginary time. Whoa...oa,'nd I know that everybody has a dream!! Everybody has a dream! Everybody has a dream!...
((OMG I'm sorry! I can try to be more PG if you want... :( I didn't mean to be so bad))Nightmare: Hmmmhmmmm... *breaks away and gasps, his hands still under her shirt* I'm sorry my darling, terribly sorry. I thought you'd last. *cuts a stream of Nothing into her spinal cord*
Red: *collapses unconscious*
Nightmare: *catches her in his arms* I'm sorry, my darling... I'm so sorry! *sits up and holds her close, running his hands through her hair*
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Trevor: Ok ok if you insist!!! There's some stuff back at Amanda's brain, but she's probably got it all locked up. It's all preliminary outlines... nothing's been shaped up yet... Alec's got demi-god powers though... and Eli's got a bit of Sandman... Dunno what that'll do against Red though... I would have said Nightmare was our best bet...
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Me: *still huddled in the dark corner in her PJs, eating ice cream, cuddling her oversized Tigger stuffie, and singing Billy Joel* It's 9 o'clock on a Saturday, the regular crowd shuffles in. There's an old man sitting next to me, making love to his tonic and gin. He says son can you play me a memory, I'm not really sure how it goes, but it's sad and it's sweet and I knew it complete, when I wore a younger man's clothes. La, la da, didi da. La da, didi da, da dah. Sing us a song, you're the Piano Man! Sing us a song tonight! While we're all in the mood for a melody, and you've got us feelin' alright!...
((ahaha ok good. :) and Nightmare didn't kill Red. Yet. XD))Trevor: *steps back* uh oh.
Nightmare: It's nothing darling, just adding to the excitement is all. *runs his hand down her side, paralyzing her*
Red: *looks up blankly at Nightmare, unable to move*
Nightmare: I promise, it won't hurt a bit. *smiles grimly*
Trevor: Nightmare, no. You can't. Al needs her.
Nightmare: *touches Red's ears so she can't hear*
Red: *screams*
Nightmare: *slaps her and mouths shut up*
Red: *continues screaming*
Nightmare: *puts his hand over her mouth* HA! What's Al need this beauty for? Killing me? I'm not going to give her that chance. Besides, after saving all you sorry infidels, I need to recharge. Or would you rather I recharged on one of you. Or Al?
Trevor: *stutters speechless*
Nightmare: Exactly. *grabs Red's wrist and cuts a slit in it with a nothing knife he procured in his other hand.*
Red: *still screaming*
Nightmare: *cuts a slit in hand and winces. The proceeds to match up his cut with Red's, hand to wrist.*
Red: *gasps*
Nightmare: *breathes deeply through his nose and his eyes start to glow blue*
Trevor: Al, don't watch. *grabs Al and hides her face in his chest so she can't see.*
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Me: *the the grovel of loneliness, singing* In every heart, there is a room, a sanctuary safe and strong, to heal of wounds from lovers past, until a new one comes along. I spoke to you, in cautious tones. You answered me with no pretense. And still I feel I said too much, my silence is my self defense. And every time I've held a rose, it's seems I only felt the thorns. And so it goes, and so it goes, and so will you soon I suppose. But if my silence made you leave, then that would be my worst mistake. So I will share this room with you, and you can have this heart to break.
((Still kinda depressed, so I don't feel like crawling out just yet.))Trevor: Al no!!!!
Nightmare: *grabs Al's wrist*
Al: *breathes heavily*
Nightmare: What? Can you swear to me, swear on your very sacred soul that she will not kill me. Can you? Because if she even thinks about trying to hurt me, I will kill her.
Red: *now released of the Nothing spell* WHAT?!
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Me: *pulls out a typewriter and sits at a desk covered in stacked columns of paper and begins to do all the work everyone else should be doing* *sings* If you said goodbye to me tonight, there would still be music left to write. What else could I do? I'm so inspired by you. That hasn't happened for the longest time. Once I thought my innocence as gone. Now I know that happiness goes on. That's where you found me, when you put your arms around me, I haven't been there for the longest time. Whoa oh oh oh, for the longest time, whoa oh oh, for the longest-I'm that voice you're hearing in the hall, and the greatest miracle of all, is how I need you and how you needed me too, that hasn't happened for the longest time. Maybe this won't last very long, but you feel so right, and I could be wrong. Maybe I've been hoping to hard, but I've gone this far, and it's more than I'd hoped for. Who knows how much further we'll go on, maybe I'll be sorry when you're gone. I'll take my chances, I forgot how nice romance is. I haven't been there for the longest time!
Nightmare: *laughs, confused for once, but not objecting* As you command, Al. But I must at least be able to do self-defense of course...Trevor: Yeah, let's get out of here... *narrowly ducks a flying shirt* Wait... how'd he get his shirt back on... *puzzled expression*
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Me: *sits in a grungy-looking black filth covered room with blood splattered all over the walls as she toils over her calculator and it's uselessness when it comes to the biggest fail in the entire world. Mathematical factoring.* *sings* All winter, we got carried away over on the rooftops, let's get married. All summer, we just hurried, so come over, just be patient and don't worry. So come over, just be patient, and don't worry. So come over, just be patient, and don't worry. And don't worry. *pen drums out the instrumental section* No I don't want to battle from beginning to end, no I don't want to cycle recycled revenge, I don't wanna follow death and all of his friends... No I don't want to battle from beginning to end, no I don't want to cycle recycled revenge, I don't wanna follow death and all of his friends...And in the end, we lie awake, and we dream of making our escape. And, in the end, we lie awake and we dream we're making our escape.
((For the sake of keeping this PG-13 I vote we completely abandon Red and Nightmare to their shenanigans for a while...))Trevor: *runs and holds open the door to Amanda's mind for Al* After you. *smiles shyly*
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Me: *still in the dark recesses of her mind pondering the complexes of the universe* *cries and sings* I'm a tangled up puppet, spinning round in knots, and the more I see what used to be, the less of you I've got. There was a time that you curled up in my lap like a child. You'd cling to me smiling, your eyes wide and wild. Now you slip through my arms, wave a passing hello, twist away and toss a kiss, laughing as you go. You used to say we'd be a story, and sing me songs of love, for you were princess paradise on the wings of a dove! Now I chase you and tease you, trying to remake you my own, but you just learn away and say, please leave me alone. And I'm a tangled up puppet, oh hand me your strings, I'm a butterfly in a spider's web, fluttering my wings, and the more that I keep dancing and spinning round in knots, the more I see what used to be and the less of you I've got.
Trevor: *hears the singing* *sighs* Al, if you want to find Amanda in here, you're going to have to go see a part of her brain that you probably don't want to see. It's not pretty, trust me. If you really want to find her, I can take you there if you want, that is, if she left the door unlocked. But I think she did since we were all out. The singing wouldn't be this loud otherwise. But up to you. *puts his hands on Al's shoulders and looks into her eyes* You have to remember that this part is the darker side of Amanda. Not darker like the part that created Nightmare and fuels him. Al, this is where the real nightmares live. This is where she hides everything she keeps in. And its a lot.*********************
Me: *sits in a grungy black stained room with a dirt floor and no ceiling. It's raining.* *tears stream silently down her cheeks* *sits on the floor crosslegged and stares at a completely black wall.* *sings through her sobs* When I am down, and oh my soul so weary. When troubles come, and my heart burdened be. Then I am still and wait here in the silence, until you come, and sit a while with me. You raise me up, so I can stand on mountains. You raise me up, to walk on stormy seas. I am strong when I am on your shoulders. You raise me up to more than I can be. You raise me up so I can stand on mountains. You raise me up to walk on stormy seas. I am strong, when I am on your shoulders. You raise me up to more than I can be... *breaks down*
Trevor: In all honesty Al, I have no idea. *laughs darkly* Amanda's weird like that. As long as she's in there, so won't be happy. It's a reminder of all things negative. But even if she's in the Hiding Room, and you go in there, she'll recompose herself and put on a mask to hide everything from you. She's a firm believer in that her burdens should be no one else's but hers. I don't know which would make her happier exactly. *shrugs******************
Me: *still in the previous position, she closes her eyes and holds her head high.* *sings* Imagine there's no Heaven. It's easy if you try. No hell below us. Above us only sky. Imagine all the people, living for today. Imagine there's no countries. It isn't hard to do. Nothing to kill or die for, And no religion too. Imagine all the people, living life in peace. You may say that I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one. I hope someday you will join us, and the world will be as one.
((*laughs hysterically at the watching her weight comment as she is mauling her way through a giant bag of candy corn at the moment. XD))Trevor: *Kisses Erica's hand politely* Your highness, my pleasure. *bows* *rises and shakes Isabelle's hand vigorously* Pleasure you meet you as well. Now Al, where were we? *wraps his arm around Al's waist and looks into Al's eyes*
Me: *from deep inside the recesses of her mind* WHO'S OUT THERE!??? *starts singing again* When I see your smile, tears run down my face I can't replace. And now that I'm strong I have figured out, how this world turns cold and is placed in my soul and I know I will find deep inside me, I can be the one. I will never let you fall. I'll stand up with you forever. I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me to heaven. It's ok. It's ok. It's okayayayayayay. Season are changing, and waves are crashing, and stars are falling all for us. Days grow longer, nights grow shorter, I can show you I'll be the one. I will never let you fall, I'll stand up with you forever, I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you send me to heaven...
Trevor: *yells back* It's just me Amanda.
Me: WHO'S WITH YOU? I will never let you fall, I'll stand up with you forever. I'll be there for you through it all, even if saving you sends me heaven...
Trevor: Uh... just Al.
Me: *mentally slams door to the darker part*
Trevor: *winces*
Trevor: *smiles shyly and pulls Al along to the part of Amanda's mind that belongs to him* I wouldn't call it a room exactly, but it's as close as I get. *sits Al down on the floor and cuddles with her******
Me: *sits in darkness and silence* *cracks open the door* *listens*
Oh my gosh, guys!! :O Scandalous! Enjoyable to read however...
Trevor: *listens* She did stop. *rubs Al's shoulders to warm her* Should... should we check on her? *looks at Al*Me: *bangs head on wall* Why. *smack* Can't. *smack* I. *smack* Get. *smack* You. *smack* Out. *smack* Of. *smack* My. *smack* Head! *smack* sigh Acursed teenage horomones.
Me: *walks out* I'm not angry. I just have accursed people stuck in my head. How art you two?Trevor: Nice to have you back Amanda.
Me: Yes Al, I'm alive. *laughs and hugs her*Trevor: *smiles and starts to leave*
Me: Come back here you. You've got some unfinished business to attend to. *shoves Al towards Trevor*
Trevor: *smiles bigger*
Me: Now, Al, so long as it's alright with you, I'm going to go check on Nightmare and Red. I haven't gotten any headaches yet, so Nightmare must still be alive at least...
Trevor: *smiles and catches Al, wrapping his arms around her waist*Me: Well what do you suppose I do then.
Alec: You did what?!
Me: Excuse me?
Alec: You made me confess didn't you? And you even gave her more power then me!
Me: You were going to eventually, you know it's much better to get thin-
Alec: I don't even know her yet!
Me: She had a right to know. And you'll get powers soon.
Alec: Still! Now I'm freaking depressed.
Me: I'm sorry. You've got a girlfriend though... I'm working on that.
Alec: Does that really make a difference.
Trevor: It should. *looks longingly at Al and smiles bigger*
Alec: Biased jerk.
Trevor: *glares at Alec*
Me: Come on guys, cool it.
Alec: Screw you. *disappears*
Me: *sigh* I'm gonna have to go deal with him. *runs off*
Trevor: *turns back to Al and smirks* So... now that they're gone...
Trevor: That I can do. *smiles and sweeps Al up, rolling over top of her, kissing her, running his hand down her side*Elsewhere...
Nightmare: mmmmm... What a beautiful name, my love. You may call me Seth. *sits up and gets dressed* Belle ami, it is difficult what you ask of me. *stands behind Red and wraps his arms around her waist* *whispers into her ear* At but a word from your fine lips would I heed to your most daring request. Most any day would I love to whisk away with you, bon chere, and destroy this world which seeks to destroy us. But you must understand my situation in this case. I may be a man of evil virtue, but I am not blind to the severity of my actions. Blood lust is my passion, after you of course, my love, but I cannot bring harm to Al. My creator forbids it. And as much as I do not wish to admit it, my very essence hangs upon her gentle fingers, and should Al be destroyed, she would never forgive me. She would write my death, rather than my rehabilitation, and I can assure you her words hold the power to burn my very soul, to the point that I will be eradicated from her mind, but a dark memory. It is perhaps my only weakness, must we all have one. *kisses Red's neck softly* I love you more than all the power in the heavens, my sweet, but in my evil nature, I must ensure my own safety. This quest of vengeance of your own is but an expedition to ensure your longevity. Let me speak with Al, perhaps other arrangements can be made.
However, should a more... fitting victim be selected, I would with passion take position at your side my love. Might I suggest the man who stand with his back to us now? He holds nothing to us, or either of our people. And, frankly, he is an idiot. Look at him, he cannot even look at us in fear. Imagine his blood on your fingertips my love...
Again, another elsewhere...
Me: OMG. *drools over Nightmare* Why do I love you!!! *breaks down in a corner*
Kassie: hey, want to watch a movie?Me: not really I'm busy
Kassie: your such a bum!
Me: I'm a bum? I'm a bum! i have the courage to create you and now your calling me a bum? I knew i should have mad you some kind of piggy fat little girl! do you even know what I'm busy doing? making you have a better back ground!
Kassie *cries* sorry, i just want to watch a movie
Me: well that's to bad you can't do that if i make you blind! *erases eyes*
Kassie: *shrieks* *whimpers* but you made me afraid of the dark!
Me: to bad! go sit with your stupid dog! or do you want me to erase him to?
Kassie:NOOOOOO!
...I'm very controlling of my characters...
no, she has an attitude i need to beat it out of her- oops did i say beat?Kassie: yes you did!-
Me: shut it!
ahahha... that's great Al!. Trevor: *imagines a whole picnic of peanut butter sandwiches and chocolate milk and whisks Al and himself away to some sunny hillside somewhere* *smirks*
Elsewhere...
Nightmare: *in between kisses* My love, I would with pleasure kill for you that man over there... but I cannot bring harm to Al. I have sworn that I would not to my master, and I am a man of my word. Anyone, anyone in the world, dearest, but not Al. My existence depends upon it. Should Al die, I would soon die afterward. And then you would have lost me. *rubs his hand along her side*
Me: *bangs head off the wall* Why. Me. Why. Me.
Kassie: I'm heading off to a party!Me: no you are not Missy!
K: why not?
Me: I'm in charge here!
K: says who?
Me: me!
K:anyone else?
Me: yah! Murphy! so there!
Murphy: when did i say that?
Me: shut it!
K:see? he didn't say it!
Kelsey: quite! I'm trying to sleep!
Tommy: what are we doing out here?
Kelsey: nothing go to sleep, Tommy
Me: don't lie to him! we are fighting.
Tommmy: cool!
Kelsey: leave!
T: fine!
K: are we done yet?
Me: no!
Murphy: where the heck is Brett when we need him?
Brett: *pops from nowhere* here!
Me: alright that's enough! I'm in charge and i say you all have to go to your own closets!
*everyone grumbles and leaves*
Me: finally!
Tommy: hiyah!
Me:ROAR!!
Trevor: here. *sticks hand in the air and it glows, lighting the room* *sees a shadow advancing from the corner that quickly disappears*Elsewhere...
Nightmare: Dearest, please. Even if you kill Al, I'm still going to die... UGH! How do I explain this to you?! *paces off to the side of the room, his head in his hands* Putnam, give me your knife. *sticks hand out and gets the knife* *jabs hand so he bleeds* Ah! *@%#*$@*.
Elsewhere...
Me: I'M FREE!!!!!!
Nightmare: *kisses passionately again* Darling, I didn't think you cared so much. Oh god, I love you.Putnam: Um... I'm right here.
Nightmare: So leave damn you! *throws Red on the bed again and smirks*
Elsewhere
Trevor: *eyes go focussed* Al? Get behind me. *hands go a blaze with fire* (I'm trying things)
M: Some people make squirrel soup, you know.Squirrel: Maybe in your world.
M: Squirrels don't talk.
Squirrel: Maybe in your world.
M: Are you one of those evil, squirrel sidekicks Al mentioned?
Squirrel: Why are you asking me? Everyone knows squirrels don't talk.
M: All right! Squirrel soup time.
Squirrel: Now, now. Just put that away. I'll tell you what you want to know. Nightmare has big plans.
M: He does, huh?
Squirrel: Yeah, and if you know what's good for you, you won't go snooping around threads where you can get hurt. Over there in that !Poetry! group, they're all harmless. That Language and Grammar group--well, let's just say us squirrels haven't finished laughing about them. (Squirrel snickers. Then he looks around. He scratches a scruffy spot on his head.) Hmm? He was standing right there. Where did he go?
Alex, you're really good! You should write fantasy novels as a sideline, for extra cash. I can't believe how quickly you whipped all that out! When I got to That man is a whack job, I had to quit reading until I could stop laughing.I need to take time to reread this thread more carefully. I can't keep the characters straight.
Squirrel: Aha. There you are!M: Get lost.
Squirrel: That's no way to talk to one of Nightmare's henchsquirrels.
M: Don't you have anything to do? Go bury a pecan or something.
Squirrel: Do you have any idea how demeaning that is to say to a squirrel?
M: Imagine how demeaning it is to talk to one.
Squirrel: (Sighs.) Oh, what I wouldn't do for a nice pecan. They don't have them here, you know. Nothing grows in the dark.
M: Seems to me that I've that somewhere before. (Scratches his head.)
(Squirrel smiles.)
M: I know. (Laughs.) That's why Dolly Parton has small feet. (Stares.) Hey!
Squirrel: What?
M: Squirrels don't smile.
Squirrel: Maybe in your world.
(A faint, amorphous glow appears a few feet away, then slowly approaches. The squirrel stops smiling. He backs away, cowering in fear.)
M: (Looking down at the squirrel.) Why, it's nothing but swamp gas! I can smell it from here.
Swamp Gas: (Solemnly.) I am the swamp gas of summers past.
(Organ music flares. M looks at the squirrel. The squirrel looks at M.)
Squirrel: We must be in the National Lampoon version of A Christmas Carol.
You're really good at it! It reminds in some ways of essay pre-writing or free writing. I haven't gotten all the way through the thread yet, but there are some good lines in it. Here are a few:Written by Alex:
Putnam: God, woman! Chew with your mouth closed and don't talk with it full! Didn't your mother teach you manners?
Putnam: I was going to ask if you wanted to see a flying pig.
Me: Sure you were.
Me: Your shoe is untied.
Buxton: *looks down at feet* No they're not.
Me: I know. But they will be and then you will trip in the hallway and Nurse Kingsburry will laugh at you and call you a picklepuss.
Putnam: I hate everyone....
Me: You're such a fruit cake.
Putnam: So are you.
Me: Shut up. I have to go to church. I'll be back later.
Me: You know what? I'm going to stop bugging people about their language and just go with it. As long as you all don't say anything worse than "hell", "damn" and "pickles". *cackles*
Putnam: Pickles?
Me: Yes.
Putnam: Dearest, that isn't a bad word.
Me: You have no idea.
Putnam: *looks at Al* You have those day dreamy look in your eyes again.
Me: Yeah.....I like flowers. Roses, sunflowers, lillies-
Putnam: Pansies.
Buxton: I hate pansies. This is why I hate you.
Me: If it involves needles, seditives, chains and the shock shop, I'm not going.
Buxton: She could be a blonde in real life.
Amelia: Something's wrong. Al's loosing it.
Erica: Ah well, when she does, she'll be like the rest of us.
Thanks, but I'm...mortified and upset that I actually killed him. I miss him because the real me loves him in a twisted sort of way.
Putnam: *smirks* You're going to be 18 soon, that means your...legal.
Me: Ew. Don't think that again. You're supposed to be slightly less of a perv now that I brought you back from the dead.
((gah, Hanzle needs help with the dishes. :())
Written by Amanda:
Eli: What are you studying?
Me: Ancient History to the 16th Century.
Eli: I think I slept through that once...
*the sandman fall dead to the ground with a satisfying thud*
Me: You're not an evil character! You're weak for crying out loud! You're equivalent to a person in a red shirt on star trek!
Harry Potter: Hello Muggles.
Me: get out.
Harry: Harry potter, I'm harry potter, harry, harry potter...
Me: Shut it before I get Snape on your sorry little wizard butt.
Me: I hate it when people call me that.
Trevor: Oh. What do you want us to call you?
Me: By my name.
Trevor: Which is?
Me: For crying out loud! You guys roam around my brain, enter deep dark parts I can't even mentally access, and you don't know what my name is?
Trevor: You go by many names.
Al was sitting in a dark room. She was thinking, simply thinking, podering the questions of life and the universe. She didn't hear when Trevor entered the room. He hid around the corner and watched her for a minute. His breath caught in his throat. She was so beautiful, even in the dim light.
Trevor blew on the palm of his hands and a wave of glowing yellow sparkles drifted over to where Al was sitting. They twirled around her and tickled her nose until she opened her eyes. The dim lights glowed in the air as Al glanced around the room. The sparkles spun around her once more, catching her attention, then returned to the end of the room where Trevor stood. He tried his hardest to look cool and swallow down the nervousness that froze him to the spot.
I'll write a little later if I get this damn Physics lab done...
Me: ugh... I think it's school. It's killing me.
Nightmare: How so?
Me: I hate my physics teacher, and I dunno... I guess I just see the greater potential in life than being stuck in class all day.
Written by Esther:
Beck: Hehe, you're confused.
Esther: So are you
Beck: How do you know?
Esther: Because i made you, now shut up and eat the free popcorn
Esther: As my bud says, No French!!!
Beck: French?
Esther: I dono... that's what she calls cussing... she's almost as weird as I am...
Esther: Get to know your character
Iris: Are you talking about how you said I was going to get knocked up?
Esther: You're not going to! You'll be married, THEN you'll get knocked up
Humor draws heavily on the dark side. One of the funniest jokes I ever read involved a woman who went to the drugstore to buy poison. She explained to the pharmacist that her husband was cheating on her. The pharmacist said, "I can't sell you something to poison your husband!" The woman reached into her purse and took out a photograph of her husband and the pharmacist's wife. The pharmacist grew pale when he saw it. "Oh," he said, his hand shaking. "I see you have a prescription."
Squirrel: Something's bothering you, M. M: Hmm? A Quarter Pounder With Cheese is bothering me. I'm starving.
Swamp Gas: I'm afraid you may be in the wrong place for mortals, who have appetites.
M: It's all Jan's fault. If it weren't for her, I never would have looked this place up.
Squirrel: Ah, so you wish you had never come here!
(M sighs in exasperation.)
Swamp Gas: I can't read your thoughts, but I can read your feelings. You're not in the least unhappy that you came here.
M: (Appraising the glowing, gaseous form.) You know, you could be very helpful in certain circumstances.
(Swamp Gas smiles.)
Squirrel: Now you're grinning! Nightmare has plans.
M: I hope they include a McDonald's.
Swamp Gas: You're thinking of the genii who created this thread.
M: They're so good together.
Swamp Gas: Aren't they?
Squirrel: I know of no genii. Are they enemies of Nightmare?
M: They will easily write novels on their own, but . . .
Swamp Gas: But what if they were to collaborate, write novels together?
Squirrel: You're scaring me.
In Message 201, Amanda quotes Billy Joel: "In every heart, there is a room, a sanctuary safe and strong, to heal of wounds from lovers past, until a new one comes along. I spoke to you, in cautious tones. You answered me with no pretense. And still I feel I said too much, my silence is my self defense. And every time I've held a rose, it's seems I only felt the thorns. And so it goes, and so it goes, and so will you soon I suppose. But if my silence made you leave, then that would be my worst mistake. So I will share this room with you, and you can have this heart to break."That is the way I would love to write.
Swamp Gas: Other things are going on here.M: Really? (Looks around at the empty gloom.) And I was beginning to think we were the only ones who showed up.
(Squirrel seems nervous.)
Swamp Gas: This isn't a unified dimension. It's fragmented.
M: Fragmented?
Swamp Gas: Yes, like a schizophrenic personality.
M: Were you a psychologist in your former life?
Squirrel: I was General Patton in a former life.
M: (Stares.) How did you earn such a cosmic demotion?
Swamp Gas: I hear other people speaking.
(Squirrel stands upright on his haunches and crosses his forelegs in a displeased manner.)
M: Where are they?
Squirrel: (Forgetting his irritation.) Does one of them, by any chance, go by the name of Nightmare?
Swamp Gas: They're here, in the same space we are. One of them goes by the name Buxton. Another is awake when she should be asleep.
M: Who is this character the squirrel keeps referring to?
Squirrel: Do not speak his name too loudly.
Swamp Gas: I sense only power and malevolence.
Squirrel: Hmmph. You got that right!
M: You're a will-o'-the wisp. How can anything harm you?
Swamp Gas: (Shrugs.) I can be frozen, I suppose.
Squirrel: Hey! (Points.) How can a formless cloud of marsh gas shrug?
Swamp Gas (Shrugs.) I don't know. (Looks at M.) Do you remember a character named Spades?
M: Do you mean Spades from Dreams in Black and White? Sure. I wrote it.
Swamp Gas: How long ago?
M: Many moons.
Swamp Gas: It's a collection of short stories, isn't it?
M: (Nods.) Why?
Swamp Gas: I can't say for sure, but I think one of the stories might be leaking.
M: That's a new one on me.
Squirrel: Yeah, how can a story leak?
Swamp Gas: I only relate what I'm picking up. Stories have energy. They tend to leak, like old batteries.
You're great at dialog! I love that line of Buxton's: "Yes. I hear many voices because I live inside your head."
Swamp Gas: She gets to watch Hamlet.Squirrel: (Makes a distasteful sound). If you've read it ten times, you've read it a hundred.
M: What? Squirrels don't read.
Squirrel: (Looks at M incredulously.) Maybe in your world.
M: Which edition?
Squirrel: I prefer the Riverside.
Swamp Gas: The Penguin edition isn't bad.
M: Who are you talking about, anyway?
Swamp Gas: The girl.
Squirrel: She goes by Al. Daaaangerous!
M: Where is she? I don't see her.
Swamp Gas: Well, no, you're a first-level magic user from an outdated Dungeons and Dragons game.
Squirrel: (Importantly.) I've had dealings with her. She makes Nightmare look like a piker.
M: Alex?
Squirrel: (Taken aback.) You know her?
M: (Shaking his head.) No. She's a moderator of a story-writing group. I've been having fun writing and submitting stuff.
Squirrel: (Arches an eyebrow.) That's her cover. Her real life is down here, and she throws the lightning bolts, if you know what I mean.
Swamp Gas: Speaking of fire, do you remember how to make a fireball?
Squirrel: Are you talking to me?
Swamp Gas: Do I look like I'm talking to you?
M: You look like a faintly glowing cloud of marsh gas.
Swamp Gas: Being an introverted feeling type isn't easy. You should try it some time.
Squirrel: What's this about a fireball?
Swamp Gas: It's conjured by means of a spell, isn't it?
M: When I was in college, I wrote a sword-and-sorcery story about a character named Spades who could make a ball of fire magically appear.
Squirrel: What did he do with it?
M: He blew up a fireworks factory, explored a flooded dungeon, discovered a glittering underground city, got rich, and lived on gin-and-tonics ever after.
Swamp Gas: Oh, what I wouldn't do for a gin and tonic!
M: (His interest piqued.) Did you once have a name?
Swamp Gas: (Hesitates.) Penelope.
Squirrel: (Rolls on the floor, laughing.) Penelope!
M: Squirrels don't laugh.
Swamp Gas: How many squirrels have you met who read Shakespeare?
M: I wonder who's performing Hamlet tonight?
Swamp Gas: Envious?
M: Where there's a theater, there are always nearby restaurants.
M: I'm getting hungrier by the minute.Squirrel: We're off to find the Golden Arches!
Swamp Gas: I wonder what project poor Al has due in school tomorrow?
M: (Starts walking.) Think only of burgers and fries.
Squirrel: I think people in school always have projects.
M: (Laughing.) I remember a chemistry project we blew up . . .
Swamp Gas: (Interrupts.) Charlie knows what her project is.
Squirrel: (Loping along.) Should I ask who Charlie is, or would that seem too obvious?
M: It was a hydrogen experiment.
Swamp Gas: The name Richard also comes to mind, for some reason.
Squirrel: Ah, but she calls him Richie, doesn't she!
M: We had to set up an Erlenmeyer flask on a ring stand . . .
Swamp Gas: How do you know that?
Squirrel: Woman!--I mean, marsh fire--she's positively smitten by him.
M: The idea was to make hydrogen gas . . .
Swamp Gas: We're not thinking of the same Charlie.
Squirrel: Tall and tanned and young and handsome--rather than lovely--and from the island?
M: . . . by dissolving zinc in hydrochloric acid.
Swamp Gas: She was going to paint her nails that night.
Squirrel: But she didn't, did she?
M: Well, I was at the same station as James Dodge. (Laughs to himself at the recollection.)
Swamp Gas: I hear a song with a violin part.
Squirrel: You're old and your tuner's gone haywire. Sideband interference, most likely.
M: For some reason, there was a lit Bunsen burner nearby . . .
Thus they proceeded into the darkness.
Trevor: *blushes* You wouldn't tell her would you?
Nightmare: Are you serious? Of course I'm going to tell her infidel!
Trevor: No!
Nightmare: *whispers in Al's ear* For the sake of keeping this PG, and because I really do not want to explain what goes on in a 15 year old boy's mind, I'm just going to say this. He thinks you're beautiful. *backs away*
Trevor: *nervously awaits reaction*