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nestingdevil) wrote2013-08-29 06:10 am
nestingdevil) wrote2013-08-29 06:10 am
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I have become aware that the hardware store is open. I was thinking of going there to pick up items for the room. What would you wish for me to bring back?
dont usually have to it got all thhe tools i need but
wood nails
n if you find a steadysupply of something good
wood nails
n if you find a steadysupply of something good
lernin quick
booze liquor whatvr you want to call it. know theres two of em makin it. bt thats not really a chore fr you is it
bring back whatvr you can fnd
booze liquor whatvr you want to call it. know theres two of em makin it. bt thats not really a chore fr you is it
bring back whatvr you can fnd
Very well.
I shall bring what I can find that is alcohol related along with those nails.
I shall bring what I can find that is alcohol related along with those nails.
MESSAGE: Greed! My feelings are breaking into pieces on the floor and even consoling myself with thoughts of how this is all for Clay is only making me feel sick. I want to choke on their blood as I chew out their throats. Why? Why can't they be kind to me?
Clay said that we could be friends still. To reward him, I apologized to all the people that I hurt on the Network. Most of them just yelled at me. It really just made me want to chew their throats out and bring my mouth close so they could hear the sound of their flesh and blood as it slides down my throat before they bleed out. But if I kill anyone, Clay won't talk to me, anymore.
I couldn't stand it if that were to happen. He's the only one who is from another world who has seen all this and still wants to be friends. Beyond you, of course, but you're not someone that I want to be in a relationship with. Mostly because you wouldn't appreciate me. Though, I can promise you I do fantasize about you naked and now nice it would be upon you. But that's beside the point.
I'm very upset.
I couldn't stand it if that were to happen. He's the only one who is from another world who has seen all this and still wants to be friends. Beyond you, of course, but you're not someone that I want to be in a relationship with. Mostly because you wouldn't appreciate me. Though, I can promise you I do fantasize about you naked and now nice it would be upon you. But that's beside the point.
I'm very upset.
think thats your problem friend. rotten deal dont you think? seems to me youve got more of an issue than youve let on
theyre owed. went a little off the deep end lettin emotion take control. wont say i didn't warn you. better to take the deal given to ya less you want to loose it all.
dont seem the type to. so whatll it be yaha?
n flattery will gt you nowhere - youre right. not like the rest or havent you gotten tht by now?
dont seem the type to. so whatll it be yaha?
n flattery will gt you nowhere - youre right. not like the rest or havent you gotten tht by now?
Just because I am a little broken doesn't mean that I'm completely unlovable, does it?
I don't know. I suppose I shall have to take the rotten deal given to me now. I hate losing. It's not fun, Greed.
I've gotten that... that's why you won't appreciate me.
I don't know. I suppose I shall have to take the rotten deal given to me now. I hate losing. It's not fun, Greed.
I've gotten that... that's why you won't appreciate me.
thats not realy how it works.
tsk - theres a bit of a diffrence. whats mine is mine and they always come frst. but no. nevergto why you lot lmit yourselves. but ehy whoami to judge right.
bettr than nothing in the end. youll loose evrything if you keep tht up. not a risk yu want to take ? dont tell me youre goin to be one of those.
tsk - theres a bit of a diffrence. whats mine is mine and they always come frst. but no. nevergto why you lot lmit yourselves. but ehy whoami to judge right.
bettr than nothing in the end. youll loose evrything if you keep tht up. not a risk yu want to take ? dont tell me youre goin to be one of those.
[ Switches. ]
If you tell anyone I said all of this to you, I shall punish for you later. [ Just not sure how. ]
Because it's nice to be spoiled. I want to be spoiled by someone. Why can't I have something like that? Am I not worthy of anything like that?
I suppose I'll just have to accept it, yes.
By the way, about your body, can you turn every piece of you into beautiful hardness? [ ♥ ]
If you tell anyone I said all of this to you, I shall punish for you later. [ Just not sure how. ]
Because it's nice to be spoiled. I want to be spoiled by someone. Why can't I have something like that? Am I not worthy of anything like that?
I suppose I'll just have to accept it, yes.
By the way, about your body, can you turn every piece of you into beautiful hardness? [ ♥ ]
Eh-?
[There's a solid thud; wood knocking hollow as he settles against something. Heel sliding up, pushing weight to the curved-tip of a toe and for a while, Greed's silent. A still sort of quiet that's far different than his usual flavor.]
[But then, an audible shrug takes hold. Leather and fur moving, making themselves known over the feed.] Will you now. [Tone thick; like a vintage tune played on the cusp of closing time. Late night stringing it along, making it hiss from his teeth.] You know, that's not very nice.
[Still, it wasn't as if he wasn't used to this kind of business.] Everyone wants something they can't have, Yaha. Anyone who tells you different is lying.
[Normally, he'd go on his rant; explain that wanting was neither good nor bad. But he skips out. Merely waves his hand, chasing away the thought entirely. Heel coming down, that dramatic slowness a sound all its own.] No one says you aren't, but it's not exactly fair, right? You stole something from them and I think you and I have already covered how I feel about stealing.
[It's almost a threat. Not quite there, not quite menacing. Just the edge of it, the proverbial knife drawn to the table. No need to ruffle any feathers.]
[But as soon as it's there, it's gone. A blink-flash before Greed makes a noise in the back of his throat. Surprise catching him:] Ah-?
[There's a solid thud; wood knocking hollow as he settles against something. Heel sliding up, pushing weight to the curved-tip of a toe and for a while, Greed's silent. A still sort of quiet that's far different than his usual flavor.]
[But then, an audible shrug takes hold. Leather and fur moving, making themselves known over the feed.] Will you now. [Tone thick; like a vintage tune played on the cusp of closing time. Late night stringing it along, making it hiss from his teeth.] You know, that's not very nice.
[Still, it wasn't as if he wasn't used to this kind of business.] Everyone wants something they can't have, Yaha. Anyone who tells you different is lying.
[Normally, he'd go on his rant; explain that wanting was neither good nor bad. But he skips out. Merely waves his hand, chasing away the thought entirely. Heel coming down, that dramatic slowness a sound all its own.] No one says you aren't, but it's not exactly fair, right? You stole something from them and I think you and I have already covered how I feel about stealing.
[It's almost a threat. Not quite there, not quite menacing. Just the edge of it, the proverbial knife drawn to the table. No need to ruffle any feathers.]
[But as soon as it's there, it's gone. A blink-flash before Greed makes a noise in the back of his throat. Surprise catching him:] Ah-?
[Because really.]
[His laughter is loud; a crashing noise to clatter against the walls. The sound of his neck snapping, bones crunching as he moves wildly. Open-palm smack against that wood surface before it all cools down again.]
Ha - ! Kind of forward, aren't you? [Humming, nail to scratch at the end of the feed.]
You could say it's one of the perks.
[His laughter is loud; a crashing noise to clatter against the walls. The sound of his neck snapping, bones crunching as he moves wildly. Open-palm smack against that wood surface before it all cools down again.]
Ha - ! Kind of forward, aren't you? [Humming, nail to scratch at the end of the feed.]
You could say it's one of the perks.
It sounds like you getting comfortable. I wish I knew what that was like. [ He sniffles. He hasn't been back to his room for awhile. ]
And I'm not very nice sometimes. I try to be nice and sweet to people, but what does that get me? [ Hmphs. ] Yes, yes, you don't like it if people steal from you. I'd rather that someone were to hurt me and make me bleed... I'd like to be choking in my own blood, too. That really makes me very excited.
But they just say nasty things... which hurt my feelings rather than hurt my body and make this body of mine warm with pain and excitement. You are right about not being able to get what you want.
And I'm not very nice sometimes. I try to be nice and sweet to people, but what does that get me? [ Hmphs. ] Yes, yes, you don't like it if people steal from you. I'd rather that someone were to hurt me and make me bleed... I'd like to be choking in my own blood, too. That really makes me very excited.
But they just say nasty things... which hurt my feelings rather than hurt my body and make this body of mine warm with pain and excitement. You are right about not being able to get what you want.
No one is playing proper with me, Greed.
It must be nice. Any piece of you could be sweet for someone else.
It must be nice. Any piece of you could be sweet for someone else.
I guess you could say that.
[As comfortable as a torn-down classroom can be. Not that he's complaining; carved out corner to call his own, though there's plenty that's missing. The familiar crowd lost and the comfort of the usual(s)? Aren't entirely present.]
[The leathers at his wrist chime. Following with his movements, the clacking of his heels thudding.]
Not exactly a smart choice, friend. Besides - seems they've already figured out what your real weakness is.
[Hitting 'em where it counts; he understands the idea.]
[As comfortable as a torn-down classroom can be. Not that he's complaining; carved out corner to call his own, though there's plenty that's missing. The familiar crowd lost and the comfort of the usual(s)? Aren't entirely present.]
[The leathers at his wrist chime. Following with his movements, the clacking of his heels thudding.]
Not exactly a smart choice, friend. Besides - seems they've already figured out what your real weakness is.
[Hitting 'em where it counts; he understands the idea.]
Not exactly something I like to show off, friend. Makes me real ugly, but I've already told you that, haven't I?
[A pause; head lulling to trace the ceiling and the Sin lets out an elongated sort of sigh.]
Still don't get it, do you?
[A pause; head lulling to trace the ceiling and the Sin lets out an elongated sort of sigh.]
Still don't get it, do you?
Edited 2013-11-28 04:21 (UTC)
How did they figure it out so easily? I thought I hid my weakness. [ SNIFFLE. ]
I do.
You have no interest in that, but that doesn't mean people aren't interested in that with you.
I do.
You have no interest in that, but that doesn't mean people aren't interested in that with you.
It's not like you could stop the rumors once they spread, hmn?
[Not that he's heard much of anything. Still, nothing does really change and Zelien's a proverbial wild-fire ready to happen. Plenty of bends and turns to make the fire chase.]
[He clicks his tongue, snaps it on the smooth side of his teeth.] Never had complaints before, but it's not usually the style most prefer.
[Not that he's heard much of anything. Still, nothing does really change and Zelien's a proverbial wild-fire ready to happen. Plenty of bends and turns to make the fire chase.]
[He clicks his tongue, snaps it on the smooth side of his teeth.] Never had complaints before, but it's not usually the style most prefer.
No. Killing people does nothing. Hypnotizing people does nothing. They just are able to break free of all those things. Do they understand that their mouths make it difficult for the rest of us to be able to be happy?
[ He hisses quietly. ]
I complain. I complain a lot.
[ He hisses quietly. ]
I complain. I complain a lot.
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