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-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] began trolling grimAuxiliatrix [GA] --

CG: KANAYA, I AM SO TORN. I AM GLAD YOU AREN'T LAZING AROUND BEING DEAD ON THE FLOOR ANYMORE WHEN WE HAVE SO MUCH SHIT TO DO, BUT I CAN'T SAY I APPROVE OF HOW YOU ARE DOING IT.
CG: THERE IS A STRICY POLICY AGAINST BECOMING A FICTIONAL CREATURE ON THIS TEAM. AND I AM SO FUCKING SICK OF YOU PEOPLE FLAUNTING IT. FAIRIES, WIZARDS, DRAGONS, RAINBOW DRINKERS.
CG: WHAT ABOUT ME. DON'T YOU THINK I WOULD LOVE TO RUN AWAY FROM MY RESPONSIBILITIES AND BECOME THE HUSK FAIRY, BRINGING CHILDREN SHINING CEAGARS IN EXCHANGE FOR THEIR SLOUGHED OFF SKINS? WOULDN'T THAT BE A NICE CHANGE FROM COWERING IN THE DARK?
CG: IT IS SELFISH. IT IS SELFISH AND TERRIBLE. AND I THINK YOU NEED TO GET ME OUT OF THIS HOLE IMMEDIATELY SO I CAN REPRIMAND YOU IN PERSON.

GA: Are You Quite Finished
GA: ?
CG: YEAH I GUESS.
GA: Because I Know The You Realize That As Much As I Idolize The Rainbow Drinker Mythology It Was Never My Intent To Become One
GA: And You Of Course Know By Now That I Would Not Just Abscond And Leave You To Deal With Things On Your Own

CG: EVERYTHING WAS FINE. I HAD IT FIRMLY UNDER CONTROL. QUIVERING IN A PIT AND BLUBBERING WAS ALL PART OF MY MASTER PLAN.
CG: YOU ARE MESSING THINGS UP HERE.
CG: I DON'T KNOW WHY I'M TYPING THESE STUPID THINGS.
CG: I JUST DON'T REALLY KNOW HOW TO DEAL WITH THIS.

GA: What Would You Have Me Do Then
CG: WELL LET'S START BY GETTING ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING HOLE. AND THEN... HOLD ON I AM USING MY SPONGE.
CG: IT IS AN UNFAMILIAR SENSATION AND I MIGHT THROW UP.
CG: WE NEED TO ALL GET TOGETHER AND DEAL WITH THIS BEFORE THINGS GET ANY WORSE. GAMZEE IS LEAVING ME THESE HORRIBLE TAUNTING NOTES ABOUT TEREZI. HE WANTS ME ON THE ROOF. AND IF TEREZI IS THERE SO IS VRISKA. YOU HAVE SOLLUX, DO YOU KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT THE OTHERS, SINCE YOU HAVE BEEN SCAMPERING AROUND UP THERE LETTING PEOPLE THINK YOU'RE DEAD AND TEARING UP A LITTLE IN A VERY MASCULINE AND DISCREET WAY?
CG: WHOOPS THE IDIOT STARTED TYPING AGAIN.

GA: I Have Not Seen Any Others In My Wanderings
GA: I Dealt With Gamzee and Eridan On The Roof Before I Met Up With
Sollux And Saw Vriska There As Well

CG: ...DEFINE DEALT WITH.
GA: Myself c3< Eridan's Torso c3< Eridan's Legs
GA: I May Have Also Punted Gamzee Off The Roof
GA: Though If He Is Talking To You Currently
GA: Then I Did Not Do An Adequate Job

CG: HE IS LEAVING ME SHITTY NOTES CURRENTLY AND ALSO TALKING TO ME IN
THE PAST
CG: I MEAN PAST ME FROM PRESENT NOW
CG: CURRENTLY
CG: FUCK
CG: HOLY SHIT KANAYA
CG: MAYBE THIS IS A DUMB QUESTION BUT DO YOU THINK MAYBE BEING A VAMPIRE HAS MADE YOU MORE BLOODTHIRSTY?
CG: WOW THAT WAS DEFINITELY A DUMB QUESTION

GA: ...
GA: I Do Not Feel Any More Violent Than Normal
GA: But Eridan
GA: He

CG: YEAH
CG: IT'S OKAY
CG: I DON'T BLAME YOU

GA: I Could No Stop Him When He Killed Feferi
GA: And It Was My Job To Protect The Matriorb

CG: I WOULD HAVE TO BE THE WORLD'S BIGGEST MOBILE LUMP OF SHIT TO SAY ANYTHING ABOUT IT, KANAYA, JUST STOP
CG: I UNDERSTAND
CG: I WAS THERE TOO AND I WAS COMPLETELY FUCKING USELESS
CG: I HAVE BEEN A USELESS PANICKY MORON FOR LIKE AN HOUR NOW
CG: BUT IT HAS TO STOP. USELESS STUPID PANICKING HAS TO STOP, THE KILLING HAS TO STOP.
CG: HOPEFULLY WE CAN CATCH TEREZI BEFORE SHE GETS VRISKA.
CG: AND GAMZEE.... I DON'T KNOW

GA: Head For The Roof Then
CG: I WILL THINK OF SOMETHING
GA: I Will Be There As Quickly As I Can With Sollux
CG: HAVE YOU
GA: And Aid You As I Can
CG: I CAN'T GET AHOLD OF EQUIUS OR NEPETA
CG: YOU HAVEN'T SEEN THEM?

GA: ...
GA: Karkat

CG: FUCK
GA: I Am Sorry.
CG: THIS IS ALL MY FAULT
CG: BUT I AM GOING TO FIX IT
GA: It Is Not Your Fault
CG: I WILL SEE YOU ON THE ROOF
GA: But Yes
GA: I Will See You There


-- carcinoGeneticist [CG] ceased trolling grimAuxiliatrix [GA] --
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"Ooooh!"

"Oof!"

Thirteen's jerked suddenly to one side by her red-headed shopping companion and her arm protests at bring yanked.

"What do you see, Edie?"

The woman in question points inside the store through it's window.

"Look at that dress!"

It takes a moment for Thirteen to spot the dress in question, but she can't help but agree with Edie.

"It's pretty."

"It'd look lovely on you, Darling!"

"I...don't really do dresses Edie..."

Edie tugs a little on her arm, leading her inside.

"Oh come on, for me? Just try it on?"

Thirteen sighs.

"Fine."

They find her size on the rack, and shortly after, Thirteen's in a change room stall, shimming into the deep red dress.

"Err, Edie?"

"What is it? Do you need another size?"

"No, it's not that. I just can't get these laces done right, help me out."

"Sure!"

When Edie enters the small cubicle, Thirteen's back is already to her, and after closing door behind herself, she begins lacing up the back of the dress carefully.

Thirteen can't help but shiver at the light touch of Edie's fingers against her bare back, and she swallows thickly.

"There, done. Now let's have a look at you."

Thirteen turns around quickly, only to come face to face with Edie's...chest.

"Christ, someday you'll take out an eye with those."

Edie grins a smug grin.

"Who says I haven't already?"

Despite herself, Thirteen feels her cheeks heating at the comment and Edie laughs.

"Are you blushing? That's adorable!"

Thirteen attempts a scowl.

"Shut up."

Edie just leans down to kiss her lightly, and Thirteen finds herself returning the gesture.

Vaguely, she's aware of herself being lifted slightly and her legs wrap around Edie's waist.

Her last coherent thought for a good while is that she's definitely buying the dress.
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They take her dancing.

Not nightclub dancing, where the music's so loud you can't hear yourself think, along with the crowds and the sweat; but a fancy restaurant with a live band and an honest-to-god dance floor.

Like most places, the trio get some odd looks when Adam and Joey plant themselves firmly on either side of Suz, linking arms with her as they're lead to their table and seating themselves close enough to brush their legs against hers.

Dinner is wonderful, and the band is just as great, and soon after their plates are cleared, Joey takes her arm and tugs her gently towards the dance floor. The music is fast and upbeat, and the dark-haired Hunter twirls her around the dance floor, both of them laughing the whole while.

When Adam comes to cut in, the music changes, the songs are slower, more sedate, and Adam holds her close as they move. She lays her head on his shoulder and breathes in the smell of them, enjoying the closeness between them.

She hardly notices when Joey joins them again, quite effectively sandwiching her between the two of them, though she's not about to complain.

She's not sure how long they stay like that, but when she finally looks up from Adam's shoulder to look around, the dance floor is almost deserted, and the restaurant looks pretty empty. Grinning, she looks up at them both.

"You fellas sure know how to show a girl a good time."
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Joey hasn't needed to knock to get into Adam's house for years, and over time, he's gotten accustomed to just letting himself in and sprawling on the couch until his red-headed friend makes an appearance.

This understandably takes him a little aback when he finds Adam already on the couch, with a girl in his lap...kissing. Something twinges painfully inside Joey's chest, and the lanky, dark-haired youth is out the door, inadvertently slamming it behind himself.

He's not even halfway down the driveway when hurried footsteps sound behind him, and an all too familiar voice calls from behind him.

"Joey! Wait!"

Frowning, Joey pauses in his movement, unable to keep the hurt tone from his voice as he turns to face Adam.

"What? Shouldn't you be inside with your girlfriend?"

Adam reels back at the words, and the inexpiable hurting part of Joey finds satisfaction in seeing the stricken look on Adam's face.

"Joey, it's not like that, she-"

"What, she fell into your lap and started kissing you?"

"Pretty much, yeah. Why are you so upset about this? We've both dated other people before."

Joey makes a frustrated noise, scrubbing a hand through his hair.

"I don't know, Adam. I just...damnit!"

Adam frowns concernedly and reaches for Joey, causing his heart to race and his mouth to dry.

"Joey, we've known each other for ages, tell me what's wrong."

"I-I don't-"

"Joey, please."

Steeling himself, Joey suddenly steps close to Adam, causing the redhead to take a step back in shock. Joey follows the movement though, and quickly presses his lips to his friend's.

Adam makes a muffled, startled noise against his mouth, and for a moment, Joey thinks he's going to pull away, but instead, the redhead wraps his arms around him, and intensifies the kiss.

Eventually the pair need air, and they break apart, panting. Adam grins up at Joey teasingly.

"Well, this is interesting."

Joey chuckles.

"Is is. What about that girl."

"What girl?" Adam responds, and leans up to capture another kiss.
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Coreen, as always, is up before Remy's alarm goes off, content to curl against the other woman's side and bask in the calm before the two of them have to be awake and work takes Remy from her for the day.

When the alarm finally sounds, Remy just snugs all the closer to her lover, nearly wrapping herself completely around the smaller woman while she tries to ignore the shrill beeping noise. Coreen smiles, but makes no movement just yet to untangle herself from the other woman.

"Rem? It's time to get up, love."

Remy just groans sleepily and hooks a leg over hers. "Dun wanna get up."

Coreen smiles indulgently, placing a few kisses along her jaw line. "You're going to have to, otherwise House'll send someone to get you."

"Mmmgh."

"Then Foreman'll spend the whole time glaring at me for 'taking his woman'"

Remy groans. "Alright, fine, I'm up."

Coreen smiles cheerfully. "Great, now go take a shower, I'll make breakfast."

With that Coreen wriggles out of Remy's arms and out of the bed before heading to the kitchen, leaving the other woman to stumble her way sleepily into the bathroom.

Remy emerges nearly twenty minutes later, fully dressed with still damp hair, and she kisses Coreen thankfully as she's handed a mug of tea and directed to a plate of breakfast at the table. They talk for the short remaining time Remy has left with Coreen for the morning, right up until Remy has her sneakers laced and is kissing her on her way out the door while Coreen is pressing a bag of lunch into her hands.

They spends their respective days as they will, Remy saving lives as usual while Coreen paints and teaches classes. When the young doctor finally comes home roughly around seven in the evening, she's exhausted, and she greets Coreen with a kiss before flopping onto the couch, still clad in her jacket and untied sneakers. Coreen quietly sets up an easel nearby, and shortly after, Remy's drifting off to the sound of Coreen's serene humming and the smell of stew wafting into the kitchen.

She stays like this for some time, not even twitching as Coreen readjusts her limbs carefully and presses a kiss to her forehead, but by the time she's awake again the stew is done and there's a black and white painting of Remy, right down to her untied Chucks. Remy yawns mightily, stretching almost feline like as she climbs off the couch to admire her girlfriend's work, leaning to kiss her sweetly.

"It's wonderful."

Coreen looks up at her, beaming. "You think so?"

"I know so." Coreen blushes prettily and Remy can't help but steal another kiss. "Right, I'm famished and dinner smells wonderful, shall we?"

Dinner progresses as it normally does; Thirteen inquires after certain humorously problematic students, and Coreen asks after her favourite problem-child doctor, House. They laugh and talk, enjoying the company of each other until the quiet supper is finished and put away.

For a while the pair cuddle on the couch, watching television and enjoying their time together and eventually they shift to the bedroom ultimately descending into traded kisses and petting before curling together in the bed for the night.


Coreen, as always, is up before Remy's alarm goes off...
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Adam was bored.

Earlier, his parents had told him they were going out for the evening, and that he was coming with him. Soon after, his nanny had dressed him in a stiff, uncomforable suit, combed and styled his hair, and told him he was not allowed to get all rumpled before the evening, which was still hours away.

When his mother had told him that they were going to a funraiser, for some poor orphans, Adam thought there would be at least some childern there. Instead, he was left to wander through a sea of adult legs, in his uncomfortable suit and try to amuse himself. The food, he disovered, when his stomach started growling, was icky, and he quickly leaned that adults got a bit testy when you tried to pull yourself higher and see if there was anything better to eat that he couldn't reach.

He was about to go track down a footstool or chair when a noise reached his ears.

"Pssst!"

Quickly, he glanced around for the source, and the sound came again.

"Pssst!"

More looking revealed no source, until:

"Pssst! Hey! Down here!"

Finally having a direction to look, he spotted a boy with a head of dark hair peeking out from under the tablecloth of the food table.

"What're you doing under there?"

"Doesn't matter, just get under here!"

With a glance around, and a mental shrug, Adam ducked under the table as well, joining the strange boy.

The boy had quite the setup under here. A flashlight for light, a few comic books, and most importantly of all food! Adam's eyes widen, and he points to the dish as he seats himself across from the boy.

"How'd you get that?"

The boy grins impishly, pushing the plate at him as he speaks.

"If you look real sad at the food people, they'll give you some of the good stuff. Here!"

Adam happily samples the fare, taking a few mouthfulls before remembering to introduce himself.

"I'm Adam."

"Joey, nice to meetcha. Wanna read comics?"

"Sure!"

Much later, as the party wore down the boys were found, curled together under the table with the half-finished plate of food and comic books around them and jokingly, Adam's father quips to Joey's about seeing a merger in the future, while their mothers cooed simperingly about how adorable the boys were.

Neither boy complained though, when playdates were arranged and they began to see a lot more of each other.

Meme!

Jan. 16th, 2010 10:30 pm
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The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing (in a canon I'm familiar with). In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (If you absolutely can't write, I don't see why you wouldn't be able to offer drawings or icons or something instead.)
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Were I a summonable creature, what kind of ritual would you craft to summon me?

Words Meme

Jul. 4th, 2009 10:34 am
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Prompted by and stolen from [livejournal.com profile] lai_lore

Reply to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I will give you five words that remind me of you. Then post them in your LJ and explain what they mean to you. (Please note: If you simply wish to comment on something I've said but don't want to participate in the meme, that is fine. I will only give you five words if you specifically comment you with 'Words!')

Canada: Canuckleland. I've lived in Canada all my life and I can't imagine living anywhere else. "Be it ever so humble, there's no place like home." At least, that's how I think it goes. Canada may not be the most powerful of countries, and there's not a heck of a lot that makes us great, but it's home. We may not be as loud or boisterous about it as our southern neighbours, but we are fiercely patriotic in our own quiet way.

ReBoot: A few years ago now, I adopted AndrAIa over at [livejournal.com profile] milliways_bar, and I haven't looked back since. ReBoot is an awesome, Canadian-made children's cartoon from the 1990's, and one of the first CGI-animated shows to air on television. It was taken off-air in 2001 (much to the dismay of fans), after a large, season end cliffhanger. Recently there has been attempts at a revival, but it's just not the same, I think, and the people trying to pick up the show-turned-comic could have done so much better.

Numbers: I usually associate with math, which I don't get along with at all. Math and I have an understanding, y'see: I don't try to do fancy things with it, and it doesn't screw with me too much. My other Milliways pup also goes by a numbered nickname (Thirteen), and much to my chagrin, has been accused of being not human a few times upon introduction.


Friends: Friends are awesome. I'm still close the friends I made in middle school, and, while my group of friends grew slightly in high school, we've pretty much stuck together since. We were pretty separate from all the dramas and such that comes with high school life, you know, best friends suddenly hating each other because of some guy, or some other nonsense of the like. I believe you should hold onto your friends and cherish them, if you care for them, because they are essentially the family you get to choose.

Kids:I adore them, absolutely adore them. I don't really have a big family, and not much in the way of extended family, either. My dad has two brothers and sisters, only one of which is married, but they don't have any kids. It's my mom's only brother that ended up having a kid, and quite honestly, I can count the number of times I've seem my cousin on one hand. I've known one of my co-workers since I was about five years old, and he has a three year old daughter that I absolutely adore and have adopted as my own in my strange sort of way. I'm always happy to see her when he or his wife bring her by, and I find myself chatting at my Kidlet, or listening to whatever she's been up to recently.

Giddy

Jun. 30th, 2006 11:54 pm
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I dunno, blame it on the sugar, the excitement of pyrotechnics, or me being just plain silly, but I’m feeling somewhat giddy at the moment, along with a heck of a lot of sentimentalism.

I went to the Canada Day fireworks celebration tonight with a huge group of my friends and we had a blast. It’s only been an hour or two since it’s happened, but I know this night will stick out in my mind for a long time.

The Sidney fireworks aren’t overly extravagant, and neither is the celebration, (Think maybe a hundred or so people crammed at the waterside.) it’s never really been about the celebration for me either; it’s an excuse really, so I can get to see all my friends at once. While I sat there tonight, jammed in between Cassidy and Francis, sugar coursing though my veins, I looked around at my friends, all of us sitting there with those silly glow-sticks around our necks, the lightshow briefly illuminating their faces sporadically, and it hit me so clearly.

It was just this nearly overwhelming feeling of peace, well, not peace per-se, contentment perhaps? Happiness? I can’t seem to describe this feeling of fullness and content that welled up inside me while we sat there, cracking jokes, laughing, and generally being loud.

…is acceptance the feeling I’m trying to describe?

Is it wrong that it feels to me that I can only really be myself around my friends? That I can say silly things with them without them looking at me like I’m the biggest idiot in the world? They don’t look at me that way, and I’m grateful for that. I do act more differently at home than I do with my friends, I think I don’t restrain myself when I’m with them, and they understand I can be goofy, and serious as well.

I guess all I’m really trying to say here, is that I love my girlies, almost more than anything else, I’m lucky to have them, and I can’t imagine life without any of them.


Happy Canada Day
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Yay, I have totally no idea what to write about right now, so get ready for random bits of information.

Right now it's one in the morning and I had absolutely nothing to do, so I got the idea to write in here, but the thing is...what to write?

Right now my brother is watching a movie behind me, the scary thing is, it's a chick flick (sometimes I worry about him). I can't remember what the hell it's called though and right now I wish I could remember.

The other week I borrowed the newest Artemis Fowl book from Ratha and I ended up inhaling it like I do with most books. (Harry Potter #5 under 24 hours, yay me! Although I think I nearly have my mom a heart-attack when I went upstairs and told her "I'm done")

I don't really have much else on my mind right now other then hoping to whatever greater being exists that I get something out of the two job interviews I went to last week.

Anyway, see you all later (hopefully)

~Arrin
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Hey all, I've had a LJ for quite some time now, but I never really bothered to post anything. A couple IRL friends of mine, Emma and Cassandra stared their own, and I guess I just said to myself "Hey, I should start writing in mine..." So as you can see, I have.

Lets see here, where to start...

Well a coupple weeks ago Emma and I decided to throw one of our friends, Meaghan, a birthday party on the week of the 25th, and we decided to include Cassandra also, because we kinda missed hers too. Wednesday, we found out that Meaghan and Cassandra were thinking of throwing our own, so that kinda threw a wrench into the process. Then we had an idea, our best guy friend, Brad, had a day off friday, so we'd throw it then. We called the three of them and we told Meaghan and Cassidy that the five of us were going to get together and go swimming at the beach since our Bradly had a day off. We told Brad the truth, saying that it was a surprise party for the two of them and he was happy to come. With that done, we were real excited and we went into Sidney today to go pick up stuff for the party. We saw Brad and I pounced on him in the middle of the crosswalk and he turned around. He kinda looked pissed off and said "What the hell Jackie?" and walked off. After getting the things we needed, we headed back to my place and stored the things before heading to Emma's to make the cake. We were there for about five minutes and my brother Zachary (Who had been with us the whole day, tagging along into Sidney for no apparent reason, just to tick us off.) phoned and said he found out why Brad had reacted the way he did. Apparently, he called just after I left, and he said that Pharmasave (the place he works at) was making him work tomorrow, therefore making it so he couldn't make it tomorrow. All three of us were bummed and Emma and I decided to throw the party anyway.

So now the cake is made, the presents, party hats(we thought they were hilarious and bought them), and refreshments bought, the party has shrunk to four people.

Man it's gonna be crazy with the four of us in one tent.

I' writing this from Emma's house, not just because I'm here, and not at home, but because I have no other computer to really use, mine is down, and the only oner one I can use is Ratha's so I'll post when I can.

Talk to you all later,

Arrin.

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