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Post by Macaria on Dec 22, 2009 18:11:17 GMT -5
XDDDDDDDDDD Love this chapter, I LOL'd so hard......orgy party, LMFAO. Maci: .....Maybe she's Greek?
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Dec 22, 2009 18:40:18 GMT -5
Aww, that was so cute! Corbie's gonna have kittens!
I loved the visual of Mrs Williams lining her cats up for the interrogation. Too funny.
And Elisa totally wants a kitten.
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Post by Warren Peace on Dec 22, 2009 18:51:23 GMT -5
Entry 23 Oh, god. Oh god oh god oh god oh god I can't do this. I'm so done with this whole f***ing thing, I'm ready to just give up and stop the pain. It was Melinoe. She could've killed me. I got screwed by a murderer. I dunno what to do anymore, I can't be alone, ever, she'll come for me and do something worse and I'll never get better! I f***in' can't DO this! I'm done. I'm done trying. Nothing's getting better. And I'm so useless, and she knows where I live and she could just murder anyone I care about if she wanted and I have to warn them but I'm too scared and weak to do anything and I keep crying so hard that I can't speak and I just want it to stop and
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Post by Macaria on Dec 22, 2009 19:05:59 GMT -5
;_; *sniffles* *cries*
Maci: *hugs him* ;_;
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Dec 22, 2009 19:52:27 GMT -5
Elisa: *sobbing and hugs Warren* Don't talk like that...
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Post by Warren Peace on Dec 24, 2009 18:58:56 GMT -5
Entry 24 Walking over broken glass Crimson trails mark a path on the snow Running so fast Though still so slow
But I'm moving I'm leaving this hell Behind me The ghosts chained to the places I've been
I'm still cautious, for I have no time to cover my tracks But I'll keep moving to a safe place To where love can live and let live And I'll heal there.I don't know whether I should yell at mom for completely losing her mind, or for having the balls to take charge of things that I know I'm too much of a control freak to do. She knows me too well. Of course I'd never let her, so she decided to arrange for us to move all by herself, and she didn't tell me because I'd stop her. It's crazy! No one's working right now. We don't have the f***ing money for this. If we sell the house, we're not going to get a good price on it, we'll have to fix those damn holes Melinoe left in my room, we need a realtor, we need a truck to move our stuff, and f*** it all, we need somewhere to live. Mom only told me now because there's no way we can turn back at this point and not be homeless. But jesus, I don't know what we can afford. I've looked into things a little now, house-hunting... god, I hate being poor. Everything costs something, and we n-____--a~And the amazing Whale-Cat is not helping by sitting on my journal. Down, preggers. Ugh... But the conflicting thing is, I want to move. I can't sleep here anymore. And Mom knows it - when I started protesting, she pulled that one out right away. I need to learn how to put this nightmare behind me, and this place holds too many memories. I don't go into my room anymore, except to get my things. It makes me sick to look at that corner, where it happened. I want to leave, and never come back. This place haunts me. It's just frustrating that we have to get stuck in all this red tape before we can leave.
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Dec 24, 2009 20:40:52 GMT -5
The Hacienda's yours for as long as you need it.
And Elisa's grateful to not be the only one subjected to Warren's fat jokes anymore.
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Post by Macaria on Dec 24, 2009 20:56:27 GMT -5
Hey, and if not the Hacienda, you can always stay with Maci.... :3
XD Silly kittie. No sittin' on Wren's journal.
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Post by Warren Peace on Dec 24, 2009 21:30:11 GMT -5
Entry 25 We just might have found something. There's a trailer park on the Maxville's eastern side, it's not too far from the Lantern, if I can start working again, and to top it all off, I'll be taking the same bus as Will, Layla, Ethan, Zach, Maj, my whole group. If we can sell some of our stuff, Mom and I might be able to afford one... And we got Josie Stronghold as our realtor to sell our old house, and she's doing it for a song. I owe Will a lifetime of servitude. And I prefer his mom over Steve... I guess he and I sort of have an unspoken "no open hostility" agreement between the two of us. He's egotistical to the annoying extremes, and he still looks at me funny, like he expects me to snap and torch Will's living room, just like Dad... Whatever. Josie's a bit more understanding, maybe because she was friends with Mom when they went to Sky High. But she treats me normally, and thank god Will hasn't told them the details. I think I'd get smothered with hugs or something if they knew what happened to me. I'm trying to work out what I can pawn for cash... The floor in my room still needs to be fixed, and when I looked at the estimate for that, ouch. It's not just the holes itself, it's that mice took over when I left the house empty. Corbie caught a few and displayed them proudly at my feet, but you know rodents - they breed like... rodents. So we gotta de-mouse the place, too... Ugh. Exterminator bills. Did I mention that I hate the fact that we're poor? At least the place doesn't have a Sanctum or anything like that, Mom keeps her superhero stuff on one mega-encrypted laptop. She travels a lot, way more portable. I think I can sell some of my books, I can get rid of my weight-lifting stuff... Sky High's got its gym, I'll just use the stuff there. Coffee table can go, a few chairs that we don't need... Trailer's gonna be way smaller than our house, so we can lose some furniture. I think Mom's gonna sell her bed since the trailer we're looking at only had one bedreoom, since it's a queen and it'll fetch more, then just use the twin bed I have now. I think we have an air mattress somewhere, from that time I set my bed on fire... If we can get enough to pay for the trailer altogether, we won't have to worry as much about renting the space, so I wanna try and get that out of the way. The thing is... it's a trailer. It screams poverty. It's embarassing that this is really all I can afford. Superheroes usually are paid really well, but... we're still paying off debts from Dad's whole fiasco, and Sky High's tuition isn't cheap at all. And I'm still trying to save up for college, and I'm rethinking my major a little... art isn't a great job paywise. I just don't know what else I can do: I'm not good at anything else. Heck, maybe I can do financial aid. I'm getting WAY too much practice at it. I just really like art, and Mom wants me to be happy...
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Dec 24, 2009 21:34:09 GMT -5
Hope for the best, work for the rest... And never say never again.
And no, I don't know why I just quoted Never Say Never from An American Tail. It just seems like it fits here.
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Post by Warren Peace on Feb 1, 2010 12:26:06 GMT -5
Entry 26 Ugh, tattoos... what's people's problem with them, anyway? Maj and I had probably the biggest argument on record over the subject, since now I have to get up earlier to catch the bus from the stop near the trailer park, and that doesn't put me in a good mood for when people criticize what I do to my own freakin' body. Maj is literally one of the first people on the bus, Ron Wilson takes a route from the more remote pickup stop and works in to downtown Maxville. I'm still amused that he kept his job driving the bus, what with falling into a vat of toxic waste and gaining the ability of size-manipulation. Will told me that he says it's his cover job. Yeah, driving a bus full of superpowered kids is really covert. I think he just enjoys the job. But I'm still half-asleep when I get on the bus, and I sat next to Maj since no one else was there... I know guinea pigs are diurnal, but apparently Maj isn't a morning person, either. I started tracing a finger over my tattoo 'cuz I'm drowsy and bored, and out of the blue, Maj comes out with, "Why did you do that to yourself?" I wasn't expecting anything at all, so I ask her what she means, and she clarifies, "Stabbing yourself with needles to make a permanent design on your skin that's going to fade and look gross when you're old and balding." Yeah, we kicked off from there, and Ron had to yell at us to shut up. She's especially pissed that I got them done before I turned 18, which really isn't legal, but hey. It's not like you can make me give them back. Besides, my artist is Mrs. Yang's daughter, it's not like I'm paying random people to inject pigment into my skin. And I don't tattoo whenever the fancy strikes me - I plan these things out. If you can personalize your skin, why not do it? My flames, my writing, my dove... they're all part of my identity, just little reminders of who I am for when I feel like I'm forgetting. And I don't intend to ink myself all over. Except for my flames, I can easily hide the rest, and if they're gonna look bad when I'm older, then I figured I'm too old to be showing them off in the first place. And kids with tattoos are stereotypical punks, right? Yeah, bite me. I have an image to keep up.
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Post by Macaria on Feb 1, 2010 16:01:57 GMT -5
Maci: I like them... *pets tattoos and glares at Maj*
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Post by ~Elisa Maza~ on Feb 1, 2010 16:17:07 GMT -5
I'm amused at the fact that of all Warren's friends, Maj is the one who takes offense to the tattoos.
And I like them too. *has a tatoo and is planning for another.*
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