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Twenty-one. Female. Behavioral neuroscience major.Fav. Writers: William Shakespeare, Oscar Wilde, Henry David Thoreau, Aldous Huxley, George Orwell, Truman Capote, Arthur Rimbaud, Libba Bray, William Golding, Neal Stephenson
Fav. Bands/Artists: LM.C, Maximum The Hormone, BUCK-TICK, Disturbed, Matthew Sweet, Senses Fail, Deathstars, MUCC, Iron Butterfly, Bad Religion, 30 Seconds to Mars, HYDE, heidi, Nightmare, Pierrot, Thursday, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Posies, Iggy Pop/The Stooges, Pearl Jam, The Kinks, AIMER, Lisa Komine
Fav. Games: Final Fantasys III, IV, VIII, XII, Chrono Trigger, Chrono Cross, The World Ends With You, Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time, Phantom Hourglass, Majora’s Mask, Windwaker, Shin Megami Tensei: Devil Survivor, Baroque, Professor Layton games
Fav. Anime: Letter Bee, Blood: The Last Vampire, Kiddy Grade, Arjuna, Silent Mobius, .hack//SIGN, Gundam Wing, Kikaider, Higurashi no Naku Koro ni, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, Pandora Hearts, Akira, Cowboy Bebop, and Bubblegum Crisis, and No. 6 (forever forgetting episode 11).
Fav. Manga: Black Cat, 07 Ghost, Hellsing, Clover, xxxHolic, King of Hell, Fullmetal Alchemist, No. 6, Aquarian Age: Juvenile Orion, Ghost in the Shell, Kyo Kara Maou, Yami no Matsuei, Goth, FLCL, Godchild, D. Gray-man, Pandora Hearts, Tokyo Babylon, and X.
Why I love Rilla:
| ~shalle~la~rilla~ Wrote: |
| Because playing with their minds and playing with their bodies are two different things. |
| ~shalle~la~rilla~ Wrote: |
| So... Years from now, Egan comes to Rilla's doorstep wearing nigh but a bedsheet, a Pogo Stick her only form of transportation.
"-Nna, will you give me lodging for the night?" she asks, her face wrought with the agony of the thought of sleeping under another ice cream truck. "NO! YOU BROKEN NOSE WHORE! GO FIND YER OWN DAMN HOUSE!" Rilla screeches, not realizing the one in front of her was infact her best friend from so long ago. Egan stares aghast for a few moments then picks up her pogostick and chucks it at Rilla. "WHOO!" She sings, "You're just like the guy with the shirt!" and she storms away in a fury. Rilla calmly pulls the Pogostick from her spleen and watches Egan leave, a single word falls from her un-mustached lips. "... Yeah." |
| ~shalle~la~rilla~ Wrote: |
| My fiery wings of DOOM ... are gone. But had they still been here I would have said..
My Fiery Wings of DOOM Are Teh Smexiest and never go out because they are imbued with the power of Teh Holy Spirit as given to Dasheak by God. |
Signature
"Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow; a poor player,
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage,
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing."
Macbeth 5.5.23-28
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