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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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Charges? Like the person they're the legal guardian of? Yes. They live together.
I shot up like a rocket, finishing the celery off in a few quick seconds as I saw Ainsley was there with me, though only for a few moments. Why am I sketching out? I should trust him, shouldn't I? I clenched my teeth, slowly sitting back down on the couch just as my guardian walked out of the living room. I bit my lip, contemplating whether or not I should attend school today. . . I have to, don't I? Yeah. . . I had a drop-off planned later that day that could only be done if I went to that hell hole. I groaned, standing up and walking into my bedroom, leaving the door open behind me.
I was already dressed by now; but when and how I came to get dressed was forgotten, to me, by now. . . Seeing as though I was beyond stoned. I rolled up the sleeves to my jacket as I always do and grabbed my backpack, swinging it over my shoulders. I walked back into the hall and to the bathroom, pulling a drawer out and grabbing a bandage, wrapping it tightly around my right forearm.
The gash on my forearm was from a gang attack some time ago. . . from fighting off another gang that tried to break a deal we made in advance. . . I went and wrapped another bandage around my neck. . . Where did I get that from? Oh. . . right. . . I was trying to vault over something -- whatever it was doesn't matter -- and miscalculated my landing, causing me to fall on a piece of glass that, nearly, pierced my jugular veins. . . Somehow I got lucky. I pushed the drawer shut and turned around, stepping out into the hallway and making my way down to the front door.
Izaya is my spirit animal
Got cut off e.e[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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They don't have a base in particular. . . Or from what I thought of. They mainly just gather at someone's house/apartment
I froze in my tracks, clenching my teeth before looking over my shoulder slowly at Ainsley, now looking as calm as ever when the two finally made eye contact. “What?” I raised an eyebrow before actually responding to his question, after giving it a moment of thought. “Oh. . . I feel fine.” I paused, looking away and twisting the knob to the door “as ‘fine’ as I should — or could.” I murmured, pulling the door open and stepping out onto the concrete.
I chuckled “calling me ‘dear’ now, eh? Heh. Cute.” Makes you sound like a mom “I have everything I need.” I said, shutting the door as I began to walk down the driveway and onto the side walk, then onto the asphalt road. . . . I never walked on the side walk, even though people would comment about how ‘dangerous’ it is. Eventually, I caught sights of Mikuru; feeling a little obligated to walk beside her, I walked a little quicker before I walked at her side. Of course, I was a few feet away since she was on the side walk and I was on the road. “I know I have to make the drop-off, but are you supposed to go, too? Or, rather, do you know who else is going?” I asked, speaking quietly, shoving my hands into my jacket pockets, my eyes locked on the area in front of me.
Has anyone watched the K-Project?
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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Why am I shipping Elijah and Mika?
I chuckled, my emotionless gaze drifting onto the road as I walked, occasionally looking up to make sure I didn't run into anything. . . Which, no matter how hard I tried, I always seemed to collide with another object. . . Or person. I breathed slowly and deeply, concentrating on that more than anything else. “Heh. Maybe I should call up Ryuunosake or Chisato I think I spelled 'em right. . . They have to know. . . .” I murmured, semi talking to myself.
I looked up abruptly at Konotori, biting my lip before looking back down at the asphalt. “Yeah, I gotta because the w**d's gonna be dropped off there.” I mumbled in response to his question. “Mikaru, It'd be nice if you went. . . I don't want to be clustered with those idiots by myself. . . I know there's Tamaki. . . But. . . He's too much of an a**. . . .” [insert sarcastic smiley face]
It's like a bunch of supernatural gangs. . . If I say anything I might give away too much of the plot and spoil it all e.e[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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Havent heard of that band. . . And I have a cold
I smiled when she agreed to go, but that smile faded just as quickly and silently at Mikuru had coughed, though it seemed as if she had tried to hide it. I unzipped my jacket and pulled it off my body, stepping onto the sidewalk and walking side-by-side with her, holding my jacket out to her. If it was any other person, I probably wouldn't have offered her my jacket. “You're cold, yeah? Yeah. . . Don't worry about me; I feel a little more accustomed to the cold than most. . . .”
Yeah. . . I spelled it wrong
Anyone know when the second Shingeki No Kyojin OVA is coming out in America? Particularly as a sub, at least[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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Naaaooooo :c I'mma just continue
I shrugged, “it has to be if it says confidential. . . Or it's just there to throw people off. . .” I chuckled, I sound so smart when I'm high! I cleared my throat, pushing through the small crowd of people and heading for one of the exits. “So. . . To Nymeria's house then?”
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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I was talking about A Choice With No Regrets. . . With how that finished, I'd assume it'd have a few episodes following it. . .
I shrugged, pulling the jacket back on, zipping it halfway, and rolling the sleeves up as I normally do. “I think I'd get a cold whether I had the jacket on or off. . . with how I wear it, I mean. . . .” I stepped back onto the asphalt road, resting my hands in my jacket pockets once more. Hesitating before pulling out my phone from my jean pockets, forgetting I even put it there, and calling up Ryuunosake I don't think I spelled it right and I'm too lazy to look. . . “Aye, it's Axel, who's doing the drop-off with me this afternoon?”[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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They think it's a competition
to have the most friends.
One is enough.
Find someone special.[/size]
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“Maybe you should get back to school and I should stay here. . .” I murmured, grabbing the bags of candy and walking to the door. I patted Sage on the cheek “how sweet! Holding the door open for me!” I squealed before stepping outside. “He's so caught up in school work that I have to bet he doesn't get laid. . . .” I sneered, chuckling. Wouldn't surprise me if he got in a car or something and drove to the school so he could leave me here by m'self. I began to walk down the side walk and onto the road towards the school.[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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“Uh. . . Okay, I lied.”
“I god d*mn knew it. . .”
“W-- wait! I-- I only lied because. . . It got overrun up there and I didn't want to seem weak!”
“You seem pretty weak already when you stutter.” Lily flushed red and looked down at the ground. I wonder what she's thinking? “Don't think we're taking you along. . . .” I'm already trying to drop of Lyra. “B-- but. . . what if I make myself useful?”
“No. Two's a company, three's a crowd.” Lyra's gonna butt in, isn't she?[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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I nearly bit my tongue when Nymeria grabbed me suddenly, but I let her pull me along. Once we were outside, I let myself breathe easier when she let go and began to cuddle with herself, in a sense. “Yeah, Nym, you should wait for the other people. They're here, too. . . .” I mumbled, trying to slow down in hopes Nymeria would slow down and wait for Asuka and Mikuru. “Help for what?” I don't know if I'll even be of help to anything right now. . . .[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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scr*w that, I'mma read the manga
I listened quietly as Ryuunosake spoke and hung up, Yeah. . . Don't f*ck this up, Axel. . . . Seeing as I had no idea where Konotori was and that Mikuru was already going to be with me, I chose Mikuru. “Mikuru, you have no choice, you're going with me” I said, closing my phone and shoving it back in my pocket, looking up at the female as we neared the school. I mean, of course I was kidding. . . . She had -- has -- a choice. I returned my hands to my jacket pockets and continued walking, stepping up onto the curb and onto the side walk, pulling open one of the twin doors and stepping inside.[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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They'll come to corrupt you and consume your soul.
And when you're possessed by a Phantom, you'll lose who you are.
You won't hesitate to cross boundaries that shouldn't be crossed.
For what you'll find is the pleasure. . . of a living hell.[/size]
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Accepted.
L is my waifu
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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“To class, of course. . .” I grumbled, looking at Mikuru with an odd look. “They aren't coming with the sh*t until lunch time. . . .” I said, letting out a deep breath. I turned a couple corners and went down several hallways before coming up to my locker, easily pulling the door open. I never locked it. I took out a couple notebooks and a pen, closing the door once more and making my way to my first block class.
I looked straight ahead, not making any eye contact, as I walked to my usual seat; farthest corner, away from the teachers desk, next to the window. I plopped down in the seat, setting my stuff on the table and slouching back in the seat, eyes finally drifting around the room.[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]Kids these days. . .
They think it's a competition
to have the most friends.
One is enough.
Find someone special.[/size]
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I smirked, finishing off the bag of Twizzlers and tossing it on the ground. I stopped walking so I could open another bag and continued walking until I -- we -- reached the school. I walked through the parking lot, onto the curb of the side walk, and stopped right in front of the main doors. I whipped around, quickly stepping back out and holding the door open for Sage. “Ladies first!”[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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( Sebastian bumped into Kinuko and they're starting to talk; Abhay, Al & Kenny, and Nico(?) are talking in a group and Abhay is creepin' up on the twins; Axel, Mikuru, Nymeria, and Asuka found a file on Excalibur and are heading to Nymeria's house right now to look at it )
I tilted my head when Nymeria started patting at my shoes and took a couple steps back, looking up at the few who joined us once more. “You all can have pizza, I don't really like junk food all that much. . . .” It makes you lazy and tired and hardly fills you up. Or is that just me? I looked back at Nymeria, semi waiting for her to stand up herself. A dog? I can handle dogs. . .
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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Lily looked back and forth between me and Lyra “I-- I don't really know. Maybe I can help keep an eye out? Gather supplies?” I was about to shake my head and open my mouth to speak, but Lily rushed over to me and grasped onto my jacket, shaking me a bit. “Please don't leave me out here by myself!” I shoved her away once more, adjusting my jacket a bit and glaring at the girl. “I already said. . . Two's company, three's a crowd.” I growled, even more frustrated than before. I really wanted to just leave both of them there for them to form a sh*tty group together, but something pulled me away from that idea. I turned and walked over to Lyra, grabbing her upper arm and pulling her away a bit. “Follow us and I'll kill you.” I muttered, letting go of Lyra when we were a few meters away.[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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I shook my head when Nymeria brought up ordering Chinese. “It's kind of the same thing. They use a bunch of oil and such, don't they? I just won't eat there. I have to leave at noon, remember?” I said, walking side-by-side with Nymeria. I paused and looked up at her house, seeing how much bigger it was in comparison to my house. I clenched my teeth “why not go through a window on the first floor by yourself?”[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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They think it's a competition
to have the most friends.
One is enough.
Find someone special.[/size]
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I noticed Sage seemed to be rather annoyed. This is perfect! I smirked but quickly wiped it away, walking in front of Sage and standing in front of him, grabbing hold of his shoulders and looking at him, forcing him to stop right there. “Hey. . . I'm sor--” I started chuckling. “I couldn't go through with it!” I let him go, patting his back hard, laughing. “I tried to, I swear!”[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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I shook my head “order what you want, don't let me stop you . . .” I looked at Asuka who went over to the window, getting herself ready to pick up Nymeria. “You really don't look like it.” I mumbled, looking at Nymeria, gesturing to Asuka. “There's your offer. Plus, I'd probably drop you intentionally if I did it. . .”
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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“I--” Lily began to speak but stopped herself when me and Lyra were quite a distance away. I stopped in my tracks, letting Lyra go and taking a couple steps away. “Do you have any supplies on you?” I asked, my back facing Lily.
“I have a knife and a gun with a few bullets. . . .”
“Fine. You can come along, but you need to keep watch of our flank.” I began to jog “Lyra, keep watch of our sides.” I sheathed my sword fully “it's getting darker by the moments, so we need to run. . . since up there is overrun. . . .” I murmured, mostly to myself, as I began to run through the forest. If they can't keep up, I suppose now could be my chance to get rid of both of them altogether.[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
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[align=center][hr][hr][size=6pt]I look inside of myself and try to find someone else
Someone who's willin' to die as to watch you crying for help
I know that blood will be spilled and if you won't then I will
My grave will never be filled it's either kill or be killed
So let heaven be told that some may come some may go
Where I'll end up I don't know but I ain't dyin' alone
I keep on asking the question can I be saved by confession
You see this blood on my hands at least they're still reachin' to heaven
I got to pick up the pieces I gotta bury 'em deep
And when you look in my eyes I'll be the last thing you'll see[/size]
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I clenched my teeth when the dog bounded over to me, licked my hand, then bounded off once more. I'm sure I'll feel worse. I thought when Nymeria brought up hitting me, slowly walking into the house. I folded my arms, looking around at my new surroundings. “I enjoy pain, actually. But I'm not ‘emo’, just so you know.” If you don't fear pain, you don't feel pain.[/size][/justify][/fancypost][hr][hr] |
