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 Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 8:33 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢  ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
"I cannot skate... at all. I will not embarrass myself like that. But you can skate if you like, and I can watch," He offered as he lightly stroked her hair with his claw. He wanted to eat one of the skaters, but the thought of them being soggy and cold from the water was disgusting. If Annalie wanted to go for it, then she could. He wasn't even going to try. __________________________________________________________
"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 8:50 pm
 .:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
Ah, yes. The ability to skate completely slipped from her mind during her planning. How disheartening was that. "Pardon. I didn't include that in my plans. I can't skate either if the wheelchair is any indication of that." Annalie frowned as she-- Why was Ian touching her hair? That was going too far right there. She scowled. "Rumplestiltskin, baby, get your nasty hand out of my hair before I snap your neck."
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 8:59 pm
◤¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯◥ IAN ◣__________◢ ¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯¯
"Do you have another plan? Or do you want me to take you elsewhere?" He asked, feeling a bit awkward and stupid now. __________________________________________________________
"MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH
MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH MUNCH"
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 9:52 pm
 "Evil has many faces.
Evil can take any form
Animal, Human, anything.
It can influence the weak......" Abel brought Angela over the Ice lake.. In a distant area of the said place. He lowered her at the grounds beside the dried stump.. Abel can see she's suffering while holding her chest..
"Angela..." He removed the stray hairs from her face then wipe her cold sweat.. From the looks of it, she's struggling for her dear life.. "Angela.." He can't think of anything right now but to call her name all over again.. There's a certain ritual he must do but in exchange of his life..
He didn't waste his time.. Immediately Abel placed his hand over her chest and closed his eyes.. While focusing most of his energy towards her.. He can feel the thumping of her heart.. It was in pain... As his energy flowed from his body going to her, Abel starts to feel his body trembling.. and weakening...
Until he was able to transfer 90 percent of his body's energy at Angela.. Abel opened his eyes while placing his hand over his forehead.. "Angela... please talk to me...." "...It can spread around the world
It consumes hearts.
It destroys friendships.
This is true evil."
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 10:12 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye... "S-stop it you dumbass," Angela gasped, shoving Abel's hand away as he tried to transfer his energy into her "I don't...don't need your bloody energy. I'm not dying." Well, she probably wasn't, anyway. She was still in a lot of pain and her chest felt so tight. But the spasm had eased up a little and she was pretty certain it wasn't another heart attack. "Unless you've got a spare heart in your pocket...there's nothing you can d-do."
"This...this heart is defective. It's nothing that can be healed. My body's been rejecting it..f-for years." She tried to catch her breath a little. Talking wasn't helping. In the end, though, there was nothing he could accomplish by giving her his energy. It wouldn't fix her heart. It was like trying to heal a birth defect or something. Though she was pretty sure she'd done some kind of irrevocable damage to it during the incident with Javor.
"I don't...need you helping me out of misplaced guilt. It's pointless to waste your energy on this. It'll pass on its own."Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 10:15 pm
 ▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
The trek all the way from the mountain down to the lake only pissed Malade off more. He had time to think about how stupid and selfish and irritating the guy was. He only saw him twice, but already he hated him more than even his cousin. And he really hated him. He would have beat him to death if he wasn't family, but since he had no ties to this professor, nothing was holding him back.
He didn't care what he was doing or what his intentions were. Dragging a girl around like that was a big no-no in his books and he was going to hit him with the book. ... Err, snowboard. When he spotted the professor, he tucked the snowboard under his arms so he could remove his gloves and throw them on the ground. They would only get in the way.
Then he saw Angela shove his hands away. That was his cue. His pupils glowing red with rage, he slowly approached him from behind, hoping he wouldn't notice him. When the time was right, he ran at the jerk and swung the snowboard at his head, snarling out, "You colossal a**!"
[ emotion_awesome ]
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 10:25 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 10:45 pm
"Evil has many faces.
Evil can take any form
Animal, Human, anything.
It can influence the weak......" After his hand being shoved away.. He had already passed 70 percent of his energy unto her..Then stared at her after she said about her defective heart.. Though Abel wasn't aware of it..
He was about to speak when something hit his head. Hard. But not enough to put him unconscious.. From the corner of his eyes he saw the male earlier.. The subtle pervert student. He sighed. And stood up weakly while letting Malade hit his head continuously with a snow board. Since the little boy is happy doing his deed, maybe he would just let him do more about the whacking..And it didn't affect him though.. What's the use?Renivere had already caught on her.. Then sighed. "We were just about to talk.." This school is full of nosy students who doesn't know how to mind their own business.. Abel huffed. "Very well, since all of you won't allow us to fix our problem then.." he stared at Angela.. Though he's starting to feel a little tipsy.. ".. Meet me after you talked with your 'friends'.. If you want this to work out.. I need to have a word from you...ALONE.. I'll be waiting at the snow field."
Then turns away and since the pervert boy got tired of his useless whacking and flailing over the poor snowboard. He left. "...It can spread around the world
It consumes hearts.
It destroys friendships.
This is true evil." *exit to the snowfield* ((Abel is a masochist and a sadist at the same time... Sorry cheese that aint gonna work emotion_awesome ))
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 11:10 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye...Angela leaned heavily on Renivere when the girl pulled her away from Abel and...the snowboard flailing. She had to admit that you really couldn't help but respect a man who took a blow to the head a with a snowboard and just walked away from it. The problem was...she was suddenly pissed at him.
She had told him to find her at the festival. It was her ultimatum after he broke up with her. And now he was trying to redefine the terms and that just...infuriated her. And by the time she could stagger to her feet, he was gone. "You...you a**!" she shouted after him. She collapsed next to Renivere again. "Sure. I'll just take a happy little s-stroll down to the field. It's not like I can't...bloody...breathe!" And getting excited wasn't helping. Eurgh.
The jerk. He was such a stupid...jerk. She didn't think she could walk down to the field on her own right now. And if she didn't go, he would assume she didn't care. And it wasn't that she didn't care. Why the hell did he have to pick the worst time to suddenly want to talk? Maybe that blow to the head had caused some brain damage.
What she wanted to tell him, was to meet her at the damn festival like she had said to. Maybe she could get Renivere to relay the message for her...Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 11:20 pm
▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
Even if the stupid professor didn't seem too affected by the blows to his head, Malade found it extremely satisfying. He knew it hurt when he glanced at the board and saw a huge crack in it. He wanted to whack him around a few more times, but he was already stumbling off. Damn. Oh well, it didn't look like the board could take another hit anyway. One more and he was sure it would snap in half. He threw it aside with a long sigh, his pupils fading back to their usual color. There was no way he could take that board back to the rental place in that state.
.........
He felt like he was forgetting something. Oh, right. Angela. He made his way over to the two of them, feeling a bit bad for enjoying himself like that while she was suffering. He knelt down beside them and asked, "Are you okay?" Stupid question. She obviously wasn't okay. "Um, should we get you to the infirmary? If you can't walk, I can carry you."
He wasn't really sure why Angela was in such a bad state at the moment. Was it from stumbling down the mountain? That stupid professor? A combination of both? He looked at Renivere, hoping she knew what was going on. They seemed like close friends, after all.
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 11:35 pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 11:52 pm
Angela.Tremaine The goblin remains and the princess will die,
the right road to Faerie, is the blink of an eye..."No--"Angela said, hugging Renivere back gently before releasing her. "Listen. It's just...there's nothing the infirmary can do, alright? I have a weak heart. And I've been under a great deal of stress these last weeks--new school, getting my ribs broken, having a cat monster bite my shoulder, finding a boyfriend, nearly having my heart ripped out and eaten by the school doctor, subsequently blowing him up, being molested by a pervert and...subsequently having my idiot break up with me."
"And then snowboarding today and falling and it's just...I think I'm just tired. This happens when I'm tired." Sort of. That was the very simplified version. "It's already passing. I just need to try to not stress out for the rest of the day. I know it's sort of scary to watch but I've had this problem for a really long time. Since I was little. My heart was damaged in an...accident. So I had to receive a transplant. But the new heart was also not that great. But I'm sort of stuck with it for now so..."
She stood painfully and pulled Renivere off the side, saying quietly, "I know this sounds pathetic but can you go after Abel? Even if he's being a jerk at the moment, he just got beat up with, you know, a snowboard. And this was after he transferred a large portion of his energy to me to try to help--which was completely moronic, but still. He might collapse out in the snow alone. And whatever else is true...I'd rather he not die." She sighed. "And if he's conscious, could you please tell that idiot I said to find me at the bloody festival like I originally told him to? And if he's dying somewhere, give him a good kick and call for help?"
She looked back at Malade, raising her voice slightly. "I can have Malade help me back? I think I can walk. I just..am feeling a little woozy and might need help?"Where charming old stories, in blood are expressed,
like tears of cream on a strawberry dress...
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Elen_Gilthoniel Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:14 am
▂▃▄▅▆ Malade Bellerose ▆▅▄▃▂
"Don't hate me because I'm better than you. Hate me because I know it."
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
"My, you have an exciting life, don't you?" Malade chuckled weakly, surprised to hear how much happened to her, and only in a few weeks too. A lot of those things he doubted could happen (a cat monster? The school doctor trying to eat her heart? What.), but she seemed pretty serious about it.
And he could relate to her heart issues. Ever since he could remember, his lungs have been complete garbage. It wasn't like they were damaged by anything though, but still. He briefly thought about having it checked out so he wouldn't end up collapsing someday like Angela did but... nah. Too much effort.
While she took Renivere off to the side, he wondered what he could say. He wasn't the type to explain to her how he could sympathize, or be all 'aww, I'm so sorry', nor was he the type to lighten up the mood with a joke or something. He had never really been in this kind of situation before.
Oh, she was talking. He nodded and said, "Maybe if we spot that a** on the way, I can rough him up a bit more too." Wait, it probably wasn't a good idea to bring him up again. Damn. He would just have to shank the professor a few times later. Getting Angela to a good place to rest was first priority.
׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×׺°”˜`”°º×
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:18 am
 .:l Annalie Dahl l:.
”When the world says,
‘Give up,’
Annalie relaxed as soon as Ian got rid of that claw. Hey, she liked her hair, and she preferred that it wasn't contaminated. As if she had never snapped, she shook her head at the question. "I have nothing in mind. You are free to suggest anything or take me anywhere. I simply prefer that we just do something since I have been simply in your arms and stuck in the same place all this time."
Hope whispers,
‘Try it one more time.’”
- Anonymous
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Posted: Sat Mar 24, 2012 12:23 am
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