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The smell of death filled Iviana's nose. She stood alone in the little plastic world. No, no, no, no...
Around her lay bodies. First Cullen, then Dad, Isabella, Isla, and finally her step-mother. Iviana tried to cry, though no tears came. One cloaked figure lay at the end of the row of bodies.
"NO!" Iviana screamed.
((it's not death, it's depression. ^:]))
Around her lay bodies. First Cullen, then Dad, Isabella, Isla, and finally her step-mother. Iviana tried to cry, though no tears came. One cloaked figure lay at the end of the row of bodies.
"NO!" Iviana screamed.
((it's not death, it's depression. ^:]))

Iviana was shaking. Trauma, one could say. Traumatized and utterly scarred. "Who are you?" came a whispery question.
A small whimper came from Iviana's pathetic form at the sound of 'Phobos.' The girl rose up on shaking legs, trying her best to remain still. "Why me?"
Me being me, basically, Iviana wanted to scream, though she refused to give Avery her satisfaction.

Kat wrote: "Sappho didn't say anything, just took a half-step back, looking thoughtfully at the ground, absentmindedly tucking the worn daisy behind her ear. "He's a puzzle, he's a riddle, he's a broken apple ..."
"You were my muse, you know," Sappho said with a smile, her voice wonderfully chidlike and teasing.
"You were my muse, you know," Sappho said with a smile, her voice wonderfully chidlike and teasing.
Whimsicality wrote: "Vanster wrote: ""I'm not perfect either," Lucas pointed out gently. "Nothing ever is.""
"You are perfect," Myra said softly. "You're perfect to me." She believed every word of what she said, and..."
Lucas was silent for a long time. He found himself lost in a maze of his own thoughts and feelings, those thoughts and feelings getting vaguer as he could find no way to express them with words.
"I love you, too." He held Myra's face his hands, touch gentle and loving. I love your eyes, your smile, your laugh... The list was endless, as was his love for the girl in his arms. Lucas kissed her forehead tenderly, all the aggression in his eyes melting into warmth and love.
"You are perfect," Myra said softly. "You're perfect to me." She believed every word of what she said, and..."
Lucas was silent for a long time. He found himself lost in a maze of his own thoughts and feelings, those thoughts and feelings getting vaguer as he could find no way to express them with words.
"I love you, too." He held Myra's face his hands, touch gentle and loving. I love your eyes, your smile, your laugh... The list was endless, as was his love for the girl in his arms. Lucas kissed her forehead tenderly, all the aggression in his eyes melting into warmth and love.
Something warm was swelling in Myra's stomach, warm and bubbly, making her feel light-headed and giddy. She pressed her head to Lucas' chest, feeling ridiculously happy. I am so glad I met you.
((Um.... I think they should, like *poof* in opposite directions now, how bout you? :3 Because I can't really see them seperating normally after this.))
((Um.... I think they should, like *poof* in opposite directions now, how bout you? :3 Because I can't really see them seperating normally after this.))
((I know, right? xD Let'em poof.))
"You were my muse, you know," Sappho said with a smile, her voice wonderfully chidlike and teasing.
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"I assumed so, but you shouldn't make assumptions. I find time very easily." Adrian said, sticking he rnose in the air mockingly.
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"I assumed so, but you shouldn't make assumptions. I find time very easily." Adrian said, sticking he rnose in the air mockingly.
((Sorry. That post kind of confused me a lot. "I find time very easily" and "sticking he rnose in the air mockingly"?! D: Hallp!))
((Like
"I assumed so, but you shouldn't make assumptions." =
"I assumed I was the muse, but you shouldn't assume that I never get stuff done."
"I find time very easily" = "That poem wasn't very correct."
And 'Adrian said, sticking he rnose in the air mockingly' = 'Adrian said, sticking his nose in the air jokingly.' ))
"I assumed so, but you shouldn't make assumptions." =
"I assumed I was the muse, but you shouldn't assume that I never get stuff done."
"I find time very easily" = "That poem wasn't very correct."
And 'Adrian said, sticking he rnose in the air mockingly' = 'Adrian said, sticking his nose in the air jokingly.' ))
Sappho shook her head in wonder, raising her chin and looking at him knowingly. "You shouldn't assume that all poems have just the one meaning," she said, slightly embarassed of his view on the poem.
"I loved the poem, and it was actually quite true. I was being a mock version of a jack aeeerse." Adrian explained, smiling kindly.
Sappho exhaled, laughing in relief. "You had me in shock there," she exclaimed, poking him in the chest with a long finger. "A shocked Sappho is not a happy Sappho."
"Well what is a happy Ink?" He asked, about to say Sappho but knew he'd get all greek and stuff.
((Lol I was sappho yesterday!))
((Lol I was sappho yesterday!))
((xD Awwwwww.))
"A happy Ink is a calm Ink," Sappho said, giving him a low smile. "Or a writing one."
"A happy Ink is a calm Ink," Sappho said, giving him a low smile. "Or a writing one."
"Calm? Well I'm never calm, so you might as well forget about being happy while in the presence of moi." Adrian joked.

Dionastood in front of him, Rose behind her. "This is Rose, my older sister." She introduced her.


((Lol Diona's an unruly seven year old. Anthony has a good sense of character.))
Diona glanced at him, not smiling just a neutral look on her face.
(To da strawberrie fileds!))
Diona glanced at him, not smiling just a neutral look on her face.
(To da strawberrie fileds!))





The scene changed yet again. Iviana stood, staring with a horrified expression at the limp form of her eldest half-sister, bloodied, battered, broken, scared, and finally, dead. Iviana was screaming. Screaming what, she never knew.
And yet, the worse was yet to come.