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[., Goddess of Bacon]

Me: Whooptha, I got ter go. e___e

I don't want to go to the jam tonight so I'll be on later. <3

BYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE~

[[deleted user]]

Me: D'awwwwwwwww, baisers. ;3
ZOMG, MY MOM BOUGHT CHEETOS. THE CURLY KIND. :DDDDDDD

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me BAI LOVE.
IKR, VAN?

[[deleted user]]

Me: Wait...the Cheetos? xD

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Vanster wrote: "Lucas: -.-'
Me: LUCKY IVIIIIIII."

Me: NO THAT^

[[deleted user]]

Me: OH, OK. xD
I gotsa go now, bbl.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: D: Okie. baibai, vanny.

[[deleted user]]

Me: Jenni just shut it now, you are driving me CRAZY!
Jenni: NEVER!
Me: You are so annoying!
Alexa: I know right?
Jenni: Not helping Alexa!
Alexa Hmp!

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: ...

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Me: Hai Ivi!

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: Hai, Light!

[[deleted user]]

Me: These two just drive me crazy!
Alexa: I don't have problems, it's Jenni....
Jenni: Not true! You are the EXTREMLY emotional one here!
Alexa: But you know abosolutly NOTHING and are WAYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY to mean to people. Plus the anger issues...
Jenni: I DO NOT have anger issue!
Me: Guys break it up!
Alexa: You want to go?
Me: No you don't!
Jenni: Oh yes I do!

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Me: *blinkblink* Wow. You're charries are into a fight!
Jess: *chants* FIGHT! FIGHT!

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Me: Btw, Ivi. Since the "new summer" has started, do we stop what we're doing with the rps and pretend like three months have passed?

[[deleted user]]

Me: Shut it Jess!
Alexa: No we are going to duke this out!
Me: NOOOOOO we aren't!
Jenni: Yes we are you emotional brat!
Alexa: Yes we are you anger-issued brat!
Me: *gets inbetween them* NO WAY!
Jenni: Yes way now MOVE so I can punch her face!

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Lightfeather ☼☺♥ wrote: "Me: Btw, Ivi. Since the "new summer" has started, do we stop what we're doing with the rps and pretend like three months have passed?"

Me: Yeup~

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Alexa: Same here!
Jenni: *shoves me out of the way*
Me: Oh no you didn't!
Alexa: Oh yes she did!
Jenni: Thats right!
Me: We are NOT fighting here!
Jenni and Alexa: Yes we are!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: ...
The next person to abuse the exclamation point or period or question mark gets a slap to the face. I'm so freaking annoyed by it, it's not even funny.

[Lightfeather ☼☺♥]

Me: Kay, Thanks, Ivi! =)

[[deleted user]]

Me: Is one abusing it?

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me; You're welcome, Light.

[Moon]

Me: Hai everyone!(again)
I was at the library earlier, cuz I volunteer there on the weekends, and I went to the bathroom, and when I cam back, my sisters had arivved, logged out, and were dragging me to our dad's car, so I couldn't say bai. -.-

[[deleted user]]

Me: *separates the two* NO FIGHTING.
Alexa: FINE!
Jenni: Yeah, fine then......
Me: Good.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: Hai, Alex~ It's okay. We understand. :3

[Moon]

Me: *Wipes off sweat* Phew! Good. I was kinda worried before.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: Holy shite...

:D

[[deleted user]]

Me: Finnaly you too.
Alexa: I still want to beat the crud out of her!
Jenni: Me too, but then she will start crying and being her emotional selp. Hmph!
Alexa: *balls her fists* Well then this isn't over!
Me: OHHHHH yes it is!
JennI: Oh no it is not. Step to the side, I will show you how it is done.
Me: No way.
Alexa: Yes way.....

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: Dear gods.

[Moon]

Me: Erm... Anyway, I suppose I must age some of my charries.

[[deleted user]]

Me: I know right?
Alexa and Jenni in the background.
Me: What am I ever going to do? Any straight jackets handy?

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: You forgot? ;)
RP AT HBH PWEASE.

[Moon]

Me: Yes mam. *salutes*

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: ma'am* :D or yes'm.

[[deleted user]]

Me: Zeus, please help us!
Alexa: That isn't going to help once Jenni doesn't have a face.
Jenni: I will have a face and You won't!

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Cassidy: *seething* Don't. Speak. Of. You.
Me: it was a typo...
And plus, you call it Him.
Cassidy: ... That's because you call call it 'Him.'
Me: Not to be confused with HIM.

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Me: Oh dear.... STOOOOOOOOOOOOOPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP!
Alexa: Stop screaming I am trying to hurt someone here!
Jenni: Same here so run along so i can rip off her face!

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: I hate Him.

[[deleted user]]

Me: What else can I do?
Jenni: Leave us alone duh?
Alexa: Yeah and Jenni for the record who is your theripist?
Jenni: I don't have one!
Alexa: You should..... Steam is basically coming out of your head.
Me: It is... *laughs*
Jenni: Stop laughing at me or else you shall DIE.
Me: Can't you two just calm down and stop wanting to hurt each other?
Alexa: Possibly IF you get this girl a theripist.
Jenni: Get her a physicologist while you are at it......

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Cassidy: I love how no one asked who He is.
Me: e-e

[[deleted user]]

Me: Cassidy do you happen to have a straight jacket or two..... I am in a sticky situation.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: And no grammar.
He's not helping.
Cassidy: No. They were all burned.
Me: I wonder who did it.
Drake: -.-
Me: xD

[[deleted user]]

Me: Dear gods.

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: ;3

[Usako]

Me: I fear when someone gives Dante a pet. Care for a little thing? It has to be obnoxiously cute. And despite him saying the pup is being raised as a hellhound, it's awesomely sweet.

CORGIE PUP!

Must read paradox Myra scenes. Wheeeeeeee!!!

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: OH I LOVE CORGIEEEEEEESSSZZ.
xD

QUICK.
WHO WANTS TO HELP ME PICK OUT A FEW MORE WRITINGS FOR AN AUDITION? :3

Or, who wants to give me a topic that I could write a short story/poem on.

I have six pages. The minimum is 10 pages, the max is 20.

I've picked out the first chapter of Music is Might and the following poetry: Him, and Scales.

[Usako]

Me: What's the audition for?

For a short story/poem, pick something that isn't the usual (love, hate, jealousy, flowers).

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: To get in to the Creative Writing conservatory at my school. I'm currently in Instrumental Music.

I picked out one that I wrote a while back. The topic is 'one.' I can post it here, if you'd like.

[Usako]

Sure!

You need a greater selection of writing samples? 4 more pages right?

[[deleted user]]

Me: http://terrification.blogspot.com/201...

[Iviana (The Sign Painter), The Goddess of indecisiveness]

Me: I have 7 pages now. :D
At least three more.
HAI FREGEY.

One

A boy bows. He then turns to the grand piano, waiting for the applause to die down. He rests his hands on the white keys, breathes, then plays like he's never played before. His eyes are shining with passion as beautiful music spills from the large instrument.

A girl stands alone on stage. Music plays. She dances. Dances the night away. She pirouettes alone, for she is a prima ballerina. An applause brings pride to her eyes.

A flower blooms in the desert. It is night time there. White blossoms as the moon rises higher and higher. Streaks of pink line the inside of the little flower. Its leaves, thin and delicate, are curled at the ends. The flower is a symbol of beauty in the bleak landscape.

Three things. One similarity.

As the boy plays, his finger misses a note. His entire scale becomes off beat. Dissonance. A horrid sound leaks from the piano. The boy freezes, hands locked in place, his eyes wide with fear. The audience stares. Some have incredulous looks, while others have looks of pity. It is clear, though. The boy is petrified.

The girl turns. Her heart is racing. She turns one too many times, causing her entire dance to be off a beat. She tries to slow down, but in doing so, she loses her balance and falls. A loud snap echoes through the theatre. The music falls flat. The crowd gasps. She lies on the floor, crying not because of pain, but because her dreams have been shattered.

With the rising sun, the flower begins to shrivel. White turns to yellow as its once beautiful petals dies away and fell to the ground. Green turns brown and the dead flower sinks into the sand.

Three different things.

One similarity: all have lost their beauty.