*slides in* No homework!!!!!
I. Feel. Awesome.
But I'm sick. So I really don't
Quote post. Just fair warning, everyone
I'd call that harsh and take a point from your score if I knew it were true
It's not a nickname either, though. Mori's the only one in the League who knows his real name, and that's only cause she knew him beforehand
HAZEL: *has been listening to a
lot of the conversations going on around here* Well, now I know, too
EMBER: *glareS*
HAZEL: Don't worry, I won't tell anyone. But I should. It
is adorable, after all
EMBER: *rolls eyes*
Well, so do I, but that doesn't stop me ^.^;;;
*writes down "Mr Midnight" on the list of ways to annoy Carrion and tucks it away for later*
Anyway, I agree with the dull person
1. Oh, I get it. Wow, I didn't even pick up on that. Well, this is what I get for giving my character a name that's an actual word. That's not her real name, anyways. she's royalty, actually, but her traveling name is Never. I'll shut it now. Sorry
2. Big. Fat. Burn.
But Liz, he can insult you in at least two languages
Wow. He needs a life
Does that qualify as an inside joke yet? And I think there's a conspiracy to keep Carrion from saying my name aloud *shifty eyes* It's kinda fun, though
Okay, why do I like the action of casually leaning against a wall so much? That's gonna end up appearing in a lot of my stories. all the cool characters, anyway
And Liz, I never said how much I love your avatar
I think that goes for me and a lot of people I know well. It's the same with Rae and my other friend from my old school, Sarah
There she goes, insulting two people at once
HAZEL: No, don't. I'm so bored it's driving me insane. I want some kind of entertainment
MORI: You aren't that mean, Hazel
HAZEL: I have been for years. I can find my mean self very
very quickly if I want *grins*
MORI: *shakes her head and puts trampoline away*
ME: *sits on a random couch near the piano and the stage and a corner and another couch and a table and.....yeah. writing in journal*
EMBER: .......huh. I could pull a Liz right now very easily
ME: HuH?
EMBER: *pulls journal away in a flash, as a ninja only could*
ME: !! Give it! *tries to grab it. jumps up*
EMBER: *laughs and holds it above his head, dangling it in the air* Grab it if you can
ME: I won't humiliate myself like that
EMBER: *starts opening journal*
ME: .......Yes I will!!! *jumps and tries to grab it*
EMBER: *laughs again*
HAZEL: *walks by as a small set of stairs appears out of nowhere. walks up them, grabs the journal, and makes it vanish*
EMER: *looks disappointed* That wasn't fair
HAZEL: No, it really was *jumps down as stairs dissolve into the air. turns to me* It's on the table *points*
ME: ^_^ You rock, Hazel *runs over and grabs it*
EMBER: *shakes head* You're too sentimental
HAZEL: *shrugs and walks off*
MORI: *hops up and glances at Ember* Anything good?
EMBER: Only a few words. "Heart, hand, voice, glance, midnight--"
MORI: *laughs* Well, those could be about a lot of different things
EMBER: They could be. What are the odds, though?
MORI: *smiles*
ME: *sits back on couch and sighs. looks over at Ember* For your information, those were all poems. So there
EMBER: What's got you writing poetry again?
ME: I wrote those a while ago. One is from about a year back. The other one was the middle of February
EMBER: You know what holiday is in the middle of February
ME: *rolls eyes* Like I'd write a poem about that *goes back to writing*