Mar 5, 2018 7:55:20 GMT -6
Post by Khyra Simoné on Mar 5, 2018 7:55:20 GMT -6
what was it like to love him?
it's like hearing every goodbye ever said to me - said all at once. tag - VICTORIA CARTER words - 0010 notes - add your notes here! I hope you'll like this template. The stench of alcohol easily whiffed through the air. Mixed into a dangerous cocktail of loud music and sweaty bodies all moving alongside the rhythmic beat of the DJ’s symphonic tune. The girl let out a scoff. Symphonic, more like ear cringing painful. To someone with… relatively sensitive hearing, it was…relative hell. Two pairs of cat like ears twitched underneath the fabric of the hood she had over them. They were voicing their own complaints to their owner. But their owner fully intended to ignore her own discomforts. Of all places her informant had to arrange their meeting place…
It had to be a place she truly detested. Revenge was the only motive she could think of why he would do such a thing. Pay back for the last time she picked their meeting place and he ended up drunk by his balls. If she recalled the night with a snicker trying to ceaseless urged its way out of her throat. Cramming it down, she settled herself at the back booth. Buying a mere simple cocktail she hadn’t touch since receiving it. All for props as they say, when being in a bar better to have a drink on hand. Well… same goes for a nightclub. Same goes for the unlikeable taste in music being blasted through her ears.
One of these days. She was going to end up deaf from one of these excursions. The girl grumbled under her breath. One hand fingering the fake id still lodged at her jean pocket while her other hand slowly massaging the growing headache brewing a top her temple. If the music doesn’t burn her sanity, the strong stench of body sweat and alcohol was bound to do the job for it. Still Leo was anything but a picky lion nowadays. If the guy said he had some info she wanted…. The thought halted just as her eyes adjusted to the flashing lights she caught a familiar scent entering the establishment. Finally. She snorted. Eyeing the crowd of bodies grinding on the dance floor until she spotted a familiar male figure slinking his way through it Dressed in a pair of right slacks which showed the figure of his bottom half, matching it with a dark grey wife beater. The man of the hour, slid his sunglasses out of his purple orbs. Jet black hair slicked back to give him a sort of posh bad boy look as he ran his sight all over. Looking for the familiar face he was trying to spot.
Their eyes met, and she set him an annoyed glare, mixed with the obvious dislike for his chosen meeting place but the man merely smirked back. His target locked on as he made his way over. “One of these days, Noel. I will kick you for trolling me with meeting areas.” She grunted out, earning another smirk out of the man as sat right on the seat on her table, positioning himself right across from her so that his body blocked her view of the dance floor. Rackham. [googlefont=Muli]
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Feb 13, 2018 1:01:07 GMT -6
Post by Khyra Simoné on Feb 13, 2018 1:01:07 GMT -6
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Feb 5, 2018 23:31:52 GMT -6
Post by Khyra Simoné on Feb 5, 2018 23:31:52 GMT -6
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The tale of the Cat thief.
She was young when she understood mother and father didn’t act like the normal parents she watched from the view outside the rundown window connected to their meagre apartment. Wallpaper peeling from the walls, cracks steadily growing by the year on the foundations. It was the same small two bedroom apartment she remembered. The meagre living arrangements her parents barely afforded but still managed to fit four people into its small space. Khyra didn’t grow up rich. She wasn’t middle class either, her parents pockets were almost always empty. Poverty was their reality. It was their life, barely scraping by on meagre rations, sometimes going to bed with nary a soul in their stomachs. She lost count how many times she and her sister went to bed hungry without a morsel of food for an entire day because her parents either forgot to buy or simply didn’t have the funds for it. [break][break] To make matters worse, neither did a thing to fix it. They were jobless, scraping by only by the alms of the government. But the meagre funds they receive were often tossed to their ‘vices’ instead of the necessities their small family needed. Their parents didn’t know love, theirs was only a fling that ended up with two children. They hadn’t planned on starting a family at a tender age of eighteen and seventeen. It was the reason why her mother was almost kicked right out of her family for the sleight. [break][break] They were a religious lot, her mother’s family that is. Abortion wasn’t a thing they wanted to hear within their presence. The same goes for wedlock but there was nothing neither could do without biting into one of the two. Aside from turning the wedlock into an actual marriage. It was a union that was forced upon them because of a single mistake. And honestly the only way her mother barely managed to scrape her spot in her family without being disowned. They were given a stipend to shush their dishonourable sin. Motherhood never suited their mother, she couldn’t handle it after the first three years and soon turn to drinking to cope. Her husband was no different, he…was a child at heart, refusing to grow up despite him being a father. He was soon introduced to drugs by a few of his friends. He… was hooked within the first week. [break][break] A druggie father, and an alcoholic mother… Quite the pair isn’t it? Just Khyra’s luck dealing her a bad hand in terms of the family lottery. She once heard someone say, blood isn’t only what makes someone family. But blood was all she had, her family no matter how messed up it was, they were all she has left. [break][break] She didn’t have riches, her pockets were often just as empty as her parents but still the girl tried. As soon as she was able, her parents rarely cared keeping an eye on their children. It was how Khyra learned of the streets at such a young age. Around seven when she started roaming around, joining in the streets and sometimes watching some of the homeless children begging for spare change along the side ways. It gave her a few ideas, noting how her parents often lacked the funds to feed her and Celes, she hated seeing how her older sister often had to go hungry just to give her food. Or her the same when she had to pretend having a tummy ache to force her sister to eat what she tried giving to her. [break][break] If she could help with their money situation… This wasn’t supposed to be the thought of a young child. She was only eight for Arceus’ sake! But here she was, trying in innocent ways to raise money for the parents who barely gave them the time of the hour. [break][break] She was a scruffy young child when she was young. She acted more as a boy rather than a girl. Her parents often dressed them up in second hand clothing sometimes a few sizes to big for their skinny bodies. But still Khyra wore it, if she didn’t she wouldn’t have any. Most of the times her parents stuck to buying boy clothes for her. They were cheaper in a sense, less stylish than a girl’s clothing. The one set of female clothes she gave to her twin. Her sister loved the old worn out dresses, she couldn’t deny it from her. She loved her sister far too much to say no to her, though it should be the other way around. She was the youngest, the last born. And she was spoiling her older sister. They looked alike, that was given as they were twins but their personalities. Where the exact opposite of each other. Her sister was the picture perfect sweet innocent daughter any one would want. Feminine and gentle with an elegant charming personality while she… was the scruffy boyish twin who obviously was born in the wrong gender. She was not one to take personal hygiene so well like her sister did. She didn’t mind the mud or playing with the boys. She was often dirty from hanging around outside often… [break][break] Maybe that’s why… they took her instead of taking them both. But I’m getting ahead of myself in her story. [break][break] They came without any warning on a frosty November. Decked in finer clothing she only saw came from those in either television or the fancier people parading in the high class district. It was later on she found out they were her aunt and uncle. Judging from how her mother glared at them and how her aunt was cycling through disgust and then pity towards her mother. They found out what her sister had been up to… and her grandparents weren’t too happy with the news. True they wiped their hands clean of her years ago but she was still a child of theirs. Not to mention…her aunt… was sterile. [break][break] A sickness robbed her of the ability to bore her own children. So she came to her mother, asking for that one wish she knew her sister would be able to grant. They wanted to adopt the children they were neglecting. How they found out? She thought it was obvious judging from the way their tiny home rank of three years of neglected house cleaning. But they could only take one, she often wondered why her aunt didn’t merely turn her parents over to the authorities, get them into protective custody. [break][break] But she figured she knew the answer. They were scared it might ruin then family name, they cared more for their name rather than family. It was there the words she heard long ago echoed in her memory. She didn’t need blood to have a family, but at the same time she was torn. Both sides caught in an embittered battle between right and wrong. [break][break] It didn’t matter though… in the end they still picked her sister. They still… took her away despite her begging to take her along. She wasn’t pretty enough… they didn’t outside say it but the look they gave her was words enough to crush at her own heart. [break][break] Her first taste rejection… she didn’t know why, it wasn’t really the first but this one hurt a lot since her sister actually went with them. She left her alone to suffer, she left her alone to their mother’s punching bag when the mood strikes her. [break][break] And boy did it hurt like a bitch. [break][break] To be rejected by family…that definitely hurts, ignore the fact she barely knew them but still they were family. She was the rejected twin towards the accepted one. [break][break] She should have forgotten about her sister the day she left, but she couldn’t. No matter how many times she tried stopping the tears from flowing down her tears every night until one day… The pull to find her twin outweighed her own logical sense. She missed her sister, she knew deep down she was supposed to hate her for leaving her alone but she couldn’t. She still wanted her older twin. She wanted to see her other half once more. Now leaving… leaving meant she was going to face the big bad world alone. Mother and father wouldn’t finance her quest. They didn’t even care, they willingly gave her twin after a few subtle threats from her aunt and uncle. [break][break] But she had to find her, it was…. Going to be an adventure! She reasoned. Though in what day and age would allow a young girl to venture off into a pokemon journey, a young girl who hasn’t reached her majority yet and is still at a tender age of ten. In the movies, ten year olds were allowed to venture off into pokemon journeys, she knew a few of the regions probably does it. Though… the logic in it escaped her young mind. She just knows, it was a chance to go find her sister. [break][break] But first… a pokemon journey… she doubted their resident researcher would allow a kid who didn’t have parental clearance to be allowed on one. And one that didn’t attend his classes on pokemon health and care. There’s also the fact she hasn’t been in school often. Her parents wouldn’t even bother enrolling her into the nearest school until officials were pounding on their doorstep. [break][break] So that option was clearly gone from her, that left the other more dramatic one. Running away. She wished she could say it was easy as one, two and three, slipping out of the house in the dead of the night once she sure the drugs or alcohol knocked both of her parents out. Now she needed to remember where her aunt and uncle lived. They mentioned another region. Lyeant it was. So Lyeant is where she would go… [break][break] Where ever… that place was. Khyra was not well versed in geography… no she was not. [break][break] ------ [break][break] Lyeant, Lyeant she finally made it. The young urchin finally made it to her destination after sneaking around, cajoling and more technically stowing away in numerous transports just to arrive here. She would rather not repeat the experience or remember it. [break][break] But here she was, now that step one was done, there was step two to worry about. Finding her twin… that itself took a lot longer than she anticipated… and she might have wished she hadn’t in the end. She hadn’t known though, she hadn’t… her innocence still refused to remove the veil childhood placed on her despite the sort of life she’s been tossed into. [break][break] ----- [break][break] She found her, she finally found her… after months of moving around she finally did. Though she looked more and more like a street urchin. Dirty, dishevelled and the clothes on her person looked more like rags than actual clothes. A clear contrast to the pristine appearance her sister held. Clean clothes fit for a princess. Obviously of designer quality. Her sister was always fond of dresses and now she got her wish. [break][break] --- [break][break] A wish she wished she hadn’t also made as time went by she tried approaching her sister numerous times but every time she tried it always ended up in failure. Then there was a fact… a fact that she met one of the most insufferable people she could have met. A boy by the name of Soren, she was always so close to her sister… Always…. When she was able to actually talk to her… there’s the irony taunting at the back of her mind. They were both so different now, so… different. The same as someone taking a page out of the prince and pauper story book. They were both from the other side of the mirror in terms of how they lead their lives. They…didn’t have a right to be in the same place did they? She laughed humourlessly. She laughed at the irony until the tears ran down her cheeks while she rested at the corner of one of the alley ways she found. [break][break] She was… alone. [break][break] She wondered if in death it was going to be the same? A joke at first until fate decided to be make her harmless jib at her into a reality. It happened before she could really understand any of it. She was tailing after her sister on one of her excursions around a nearby park. She was with the boy, Soren it was. She had failed to notice a man had been subtly following them until her sister ventured off the beaten path. Why she had done that? She honestly didn’t know… but her sister was a curious soul. She might have seen something that caught her attention. [break][break] She honestly cant say for certain as the chance never really presented for her to ask. Neither was she going to get another chance. Needless to say, the man… well he apparently had been one of those that got stepped on by the company Soren’s family held. So logically, at least in the man’s own mind. He would go after their child. A misguided attempt at revenge but still it was an attempt and the two children were just ripe for the picking. The following events that followed was the man cornering the two children by the cliff. The drop behind them could easily be called steep, good few hundred feet drop to the bottom and into a thicket of trees that lined the area below. [break][break] Her body…just moved on its own when the crazed man was all but ready to murder her sister for being a witness she ran into the scene, blocking her sister and in turn surprising the man at the same time. So much so… that he accidentally pressed the trigger, unleashing the bullet. It all happened in slow motion for the girl. The next thing she knew was the wetness coming from her stomach. The pain that nearly made her double over as both shock and surprise numbly made her take a few steps back. Right into the edge of the steep cliff right behind her. Her footing touched the edge, but it was enough for the fragile piece of rock to give way, tossing her footing of balance. The next thing she knew, she was falling. Falling just as the last sight she saw was the man fleeing and the horrified looks of her sister watching on… she watched on…. [break][break] It was… a steep drop. [break][break] A very steep drop that by all logic the girl shouldn’t have lived to see the end of it. But the surrounding branches from the trees help broke her fall. Cushioning her descend towards the earth. She wished she could have died on impact but she didn’t, despite the fall breaking more than a few shares of her bones she still lived. Barely, but she knew she wouldn’t survive with the wound now steadily leaking her life blood. In a few minutes she was going to bleed out. She was going too… She hadn’t noticed by now how she landed on soft flesh or the tickle of tiny furs against her skin. [break][break] She wasn’t the only one who… got a the shocked out of their skins. The lone large feline whom had taken a chance to doze off in the presence of the sun got an abrupt wake up call. Solgaleo had been minding its own business, attempting to doze off for a few precious seconds while he tried to think of what to do next. He had managed to escape Necro’s grasp but at the price of losing contact with Lunala. He knew he had to hide from that thrice damned bastard but his worry for Luna played a heavy game of devil’s advocate. Leaving him split between two choices. He thought a nap would have helped but… he hadn’t expected something… to plop right on his back. Naturally the lion’s first instinct was to shake it off, he did. Down flopped the broken body of a young human. There he paused, one paw raised in order to strike the pesky human until he noticed the age that’s when he reluctantly dropped his paw back on the ground. His muzzle curiously sniffed at the young body, neatly reeling away at the strong stench of blood cloying thickly around the girl. She was bleeding and the cat… right there and then. Knew the girl didn’t have long in the world. Even with his help he knew… the girl was bound to die. She was not going to survive this. Death’s embrace on her was far too tight. There was no way… to save the child. A child. [break][break] If there was anything Leo had a heart for, was children. Defenseless creatures the innocent ones were. And to see one grasping death’s cloak so young. He didn’t know why, but he stayed with the body. Stayed with it until the girl opened her cerulean blue orbs. The pained expression was there. She was in pain, that the giant cat knew but he didn’t move instead he merely laid on his paws by the child, merely watching waiting for something to happen. [break][break] “…Are you… going to be my angel?” He heard a soft voice croaked from the child. A boy judging from the child’s scrawny appearance. An angel? He snorted, humans and their fairy tales. ’No child but I’ll stay with you…’ He replied mentally, projecting his thoughts into the child’s mind. The child took a shaky breath, her strength fading by the second. “…You look pretty…. Can’t you help fix me Mr. kitty?” This time a voiceless reply, the giant feline shook his head negatively to say he couldn’t. There…wasn’t a way. Her body was too damaged, he didn’t know a damn way to heal a human so he was the same there. He didn’t know how to fully fix a human’s body. [break][break] The child sighed sadly. “Am… I going to….d-die then?...” She croaked out weakly causing the lion to actually pause before hesitantly nodding. ’You are….if there was a way I would have done so… but there isn’t…’ DAMMIT! Where was Lunala when you needed her? If there was anyone who knew how to fix a human it was her. She was the more motherly of the group. Certainly she would know how to fix a tiny child. [break][break] Death was going to claim her… she wouldn’t be able to see her sister again. She felt both sadness and acceptance. She knew her relationship with her sister was far too broken. She would have wanted…. To say a final goodbye. She was still her sister, and that boy… that boy. She had gone quiet with her thoughts causing the giant feline keeping vigil over her to grow curious. On one hand… there was a dying kid infront of him. On the other… his predicament came back to poke him. Reminding him how he needed to hide and fast but how… How indeed…. [break][break] He was going to hate himself sooner or later for drifting his thoughts over to her prone body just as the thought repeated over his own head. How indeed… [break][break] The answer was infront of him… a dying child. To hide meant he would have to use his brain for once and sneak into the human realm. He doubted that bastard would be willing to sneak around the human world. But there was also a part twisting at his own tiny set of ethics. It was a dying child presenting him with the chance. ’You can sleep if you want, you wont be able to feel pain anymore…’ [break][break] “But….i wont be able to see them anymore… I don’t wanna die…” [break][break] She didn’t want to die… the lion winced but seeing a child in this much pain knowing time was merely ticking away. He knew there was no way the girl would survive… a slow death was not something he was going to will on a child. So he made his choice…a muttered apology and he was now forcing his own will into the child. His own presence and consciousness while trying to overpower the weak child’s soul off her own body. Was he doing the right thing? He was saving a child from pain. He was trying to justify stealing the body of a dying child. In the end he felt something broke off, he thought he succeeded. He thought… he actually thought he succeeded in pushing the young girl’s soul to her eternal rest when the dark abyss of unconsciousness claimed the lion he allowed himself a moment of satisfaction in knowing he prevented a child from being in too much pain. [break][break] If only he knew… if only he really did know how wrong he was. [break][break] He couldn’t remember when… he last woke up, but he woke up seeing with the eyes of the same child he kept vigil over. The boy was human he was damn sure of it. Until… his aching muscles ran a hand through ‘his’ head to notice the large fluffy feline ears now sitting atop his head. Well he paused, confusion first came. He was confused as to why he wasn’t screaming in pain. But he figured the process of stuffing his essence into the body healed some of the kid’s injuries leaving him with phantom pains and sores. By the gods he never felt this bad. The last time it came close was a sound trashing from another legendary he wont name. [break][break] It took awhile before he managed to clumsily fumble on his new body, learning how to use it was like being tossed into a crash course in driving. Except he was moving on a new smaller human body… A human female body when he later found out to his horror before the realization he was now stuck in it settled into place. [break][break] The lion was not amuse… Neither was ‘she’ amuse when he realized the child had left a few fractured memories he now needed to sort. To say the kid had an easier life…. Was like saying he was actually green. The kid had a hard one… which further fired his resolved that he had done a right thing in forcing the child to her rest. Khyra…was this vessel’s name. Honestly he might as well keep it for the child. A way to honour the small sacrifice she did. She kept it but preferred to be called Leo instead. She thought it fitted more with her new lifestyle. [break][break] The next couple of years was her mere wandering as a drifted of sorts. Here the next day gone by the next. He stole food when he needed it, and even a few belongings. Having teleport was a boon to the young feline. He could pop in, and pop out where ever he wanted to be in. As long as he knew the place or had seen it. She was fine. She was fine… it was how Leo got into the art of thievery, a cat thief. How fitting of a moniker. She called herself Nyx, stealing priceless artworks and items. She quickly gained a notoriety for being one, and the fact no one has yet to catch her. At first leo was all doing it for the thrill rather than the fat back account it lands her when she sells it in the market or when she dumps the ones she actually liked back in a dimension space she created as a storage unit. [break][break] It had been a few years since she took control of the body. A few years since he landed a small ragtag group of orphans from the imum war he decided to care for. Not that Leo had much choice, the little ones were just as stubborn as the previous owner of her body. So she became somewhat of their defacto leader.
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DISCHARGE - CONFUSE RAY[break] OMINOUS WIND - HEX[break] ELECTRO BALL - THUNDER WAVE | |
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[attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab3right2"] CRUXPORYGON2 #233 CRUX is a GENDERLESS pokemon. its ability is TRACE. it seems to have a SERIOUS nature.
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[attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab3right2"] BELLATRIXGENGAR #094 BELLATRIX is a FEMALE pokemon. its ability is CURSED BODY. it seems to have a RASH nature.
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[attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab3right2"] SCORPIUSARIADOS #168 SCORPIUS is a MALE pokemon. its ability is SNIPER. it seems to have a QUIRKY nature.
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[attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab3right2"] CORVUSMURKROW #198 CORVUS is a MALE pokemon. its ability is SUPER LUCK. it seems to have a SERIOUS nature.
ASSURANCE - PURSUIT[break] FOUL PLAY - NIGHT SHADE[break] WING ATTACK - SUCKER PUNCH |
[attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab3gijinka"] SOLGALEO[break]GIJINKA [/PTab={background-color:transparent;width:600px;height:400px;padding:0px!important;margin:-23px -3px -3px -3px;position:absolute;z-index:0;}] [PTab= [attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab"][attr="class","ion-android-boat"] ] [attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab4"] [attr="class","taketwoapplicationtab42"] >>> TL;DRthere is nothing left to take, but i still try to reach. try to swallow it all down, yet i can't seem to breathe. just a single pill of mine, nothing else would suffice - i take it in, now i'm alive. my phone is set on lock, and i don't really care. there's a tangle and a knot that i cannot repair. i'm a tragedy, i'm ugly, i'm trying to hide. i say "hello", then wave "goodbye". see me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honestly. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see it run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i still refuse to believe. [break][break] >>> FRIENDSHIPsee me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free. PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be. >>> HATESHIPsee me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free. PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be. >>> LOVESHIPsee me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free. PLOT IDEA #1 every day would be the same. nothing more, little change. if i cared, it would mean nothing: it's all such a pain. friendly bonds are so unneeded, i don't give a dang. a busy life is what i am. could it be that family was a way of escape? didn't know if it was right, so i threw them away. couldn't take it anymore, i had taken enough, so then i hide my need for love.[break][break]
PLOT IDEA #2 lay me right down, let me sleep, i'm restless. cover my eyes. when i'm up, i'll finally fade away, here, today. give me a reason: then i'll stay. if i could fly, if for only a moment, there wouldn't be such a need for casualty. i'm alone, and that is how it'll be. >>> WANTEDsee me fall down - let me die here slowly. nothing goes right, not a trace of honesty. i'm to blame, so i'll remain. black, white; day, night; it's all the same. see is run down - cut away, no worries. say no more. i can surely say that i've had enough. i can't remember - that very day, that very day changed me. happiness died like a light i carried. i'll sleep tonight and hope to finally leave a world which i don't believe, a life which i don't need, and then i'll finally be free. [/PTab={background-color:transparent;width:600px;height:400px;padding:0px!important;margin:-23px -3px -3px -3px;position:absolute;z-index:0;}] [/PTabbedContent={width:600px;background-color:transparent;height:400px;padding:0px!important;border:0px!important;margin-left:0px;margin-top:0px;text-align:justify;color:#494949;font-size:10px;}] [attr="class","taketwoapplicationbot"]
portrayed by SINON from SWORD ART ONLINE
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