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 Posted: Mon Jan 02, 2012 12:56 pm
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Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2012 7:18 pm
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[i][color=#FDD017][b][size=9]"Feelin' good, feelin' fine, when suddenly, uh oh! There's a road block? What do you do? Blow it up, of course!"[/size][/b][/color][/i]  ๑ Ａ Ｕ Ｒ Ｏ Ｒ Ａ ๑ ━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━ "Let's face it, buddy! I have no idea what I'm doing!" Text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text. "Feelin' good, feelin' fine, when suddenly, uh oh! There's a road block? What do you do? Blow it up, of course!"
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2012 8:49 pm
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Posted: Sun Jan 08, 2012 6:09 pm
[imgleft]http://i778.photobucket.com/albums/yy62/Allia1o1/Blackmatagi.jpg[/imgleft] [size=18][b][color=#5E7D7E]αяcнιмєםєs вℓαcк[/color][/b][/size]
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[color=#747170]sнє нαs[/color] ¤ [u][color=#5E7D7E]ＮＯ ＴＩＭＥ[/color][/u] [color=#4C7D7E][strike][size=9]for you[/size][/strike][/color]
[color=#78c7c7]ａ ｇｉｒｌ[/color] [color=#25383C][b][size=9][strike]WITHOUT LIMIT[/strike][/size] //[/b][/color]
[color=#747170]sнє нαs[/color] ¤ [u][color=#5E7D7E]ＥＹＥＳ[/color][/u] [color=#4C7D7E][strike][size=9]cold and blue[/size][/strike][/color]"  αяcнιмєםєs вℓαcкhow im feeling - ιм иσт.text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text" ａ ｇｉｒｌ ON A MISSION // xsнє нαs ¤ ＮＯ ＴＩＭＥ for youａ ｇｉｒｌ WITHOUT LIMIT // sнє нαs ¤ ＥＹＥＳ cold and blue"
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2012 7:26 pm
[align=center] [color=#E7A1B0]▄[/color][color=#150517]▀[/color][color=#E7A1B0]▄[/color][color=#150517]▀[/color][color=#E7A1B0]▄[/color][color=#150517]▀[/color][color=#E7A1B0]▄[/color][b][i][size=18][color=#3BB9FF] Ulysess White [/color][/size][/i][/b][color=#E7A1B0]▄[/color][color=#150517]▀[/color][color=#E7A1B0]▄[/color][color=#150517]▀[/color][color=#E7A1B0]▄[/color][color=#150517]▀[/color][color=#E7A1B0]▄[/color]
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[color=#150517][size=9][b][i]"Can you repeat that? I wasn't listening. Oh wait! I never am."[/i][/b][/size][/color]
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[i][b][size=9][color=#150517]"Aw, did I offend you? Eh. You probably deserved it."[/color][/size][/b][/i] [/align] ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄ Ulysess White ▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀ ▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀▄▀"Can you repeat that? I wasn't listening. Oh wait! I never am."Text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text."Aw, did I offend you? Eh. You probably deserved it."
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 4:03 pm
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[color=black][size=24][b]HEY![/b][/size][/color]
[color=#E4287C][size=9]I'm not a [/size][/color]
[color=#E4287C][size=18][strike]REBEL WITHOUT A CAUSE[/strike][/size][/color]
[color=black][size=9][u]I'm a[/u][/size][/color]
[color=black][size=18][b]Lone Wolf WITH one![/b][/size][/color]
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Posted: Fri Jan 20, 2012 4:26 pm
[size=9][color=#4E8975][align=left]You can't break something...[/align][/color][/size]
[align=center][size=9][color=black]Severus Vasiliev[/color][/size][/align]
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[IMG]http://i1207.photobucket.com/albums/bb478/OokamiNoTamashi/Anime Guys/84154-1.jpg[/IMG][/align] You can't break something... Severus Vasiliev Text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text text. ....that's already broken. --------------------------------------------------------
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 7:15 pm
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Posted: Tue Jan 24, 2012 7:18 pm
Lorena Biyu Xian "Once, a long time ago, I saw love. It was the most terrifying thing I'd ever seen. And there was nothing I could do. All I can do is wait for the day that I'm safe from it." »» Birth Certificate Basics «« I began to grace the world » January fifth, ninteen ninety three
18« years ago.
I was a bouncing baby » female
I pay the price of... » Stuttering and being a self-conscious wreck.
»»The ins and outs of living «« What makes life worth while »
Hamburgers. Yum.
Choreography.
Walks in the city. Viewing man in it's less-than-natural habitat.
My bicycle.
My family.
A quiet day at home.
My cocker spaniel Toodles. (Cut me a break, I was six!)
What makes death welcome »
Fish. Bleh.
"Macho" guys. Equally bleh.
Broken bones and sprained ankles - common occupational hazards.
Being cooped up inside.
Fire. I'm arsonphobic.
My story reads »
Ma ma came to America when she was seventeen years old. Her family was against it, but she had dreamed of coming to the land where the horrible thing called "love" was forbidden, because when she was younger she had been hurt badly by "love". She never did tell me what happened, but I can assume it's pretty bad since she jumped countries just to get away from it. When she got here, her preparations and evaluation went smoothly, and she was paired up with a man that they deemed right for her. And once she got the cure, she was free from the "love" that had once plagued her. When they believed the mind was right, Ma ma and Ba ba had a child - that is, me. Now, just to explain things right now, I am not your stereotypical smart, nerdy Asian girl who speaks with a weird accent and talks in Chinese at home. I don't even know Chinese. My ma ma is Chinese, but ba ba was an all American boy, so I fit in pretty well with "pure blood" Americans, or whatever. Although I'm constantly worrying about myself, trying to do better... wait, what were we talking about again? Oh right! Back to the story.
We were pretty happy for the first few years. And when I was four, my baby sister Ellen was born. We were all really happy then - we felt like a real family, one without love and one without hardship. But something strange was going on with ba ba. I think it had been going on for a long time. When around my mom, sometimes his face would get all red and he would start nervously laughing. Other times I caught him glancing at her from the corner of his eye with a strange, scary look, like he was a wild animal looking at a piece of steak. I knew there was officially something wrong when I woke up in the middle of the night and went downstairs. The light was on, and I was scared, so I crept around the corner to see who it was. It was ba ba, in the kitchen. He had his back turned so he didn't see me. He was holding something - a picture of ma ma. He was stroking it carefully and looked very grim, very decisive. I turned around and ran right back upstairs. And the next day, it happened. I woke up and came downstairs and ma ma and ba ba were fighting. From what I heard, ba ba wanted to ha...have sex with ma ma, and she didn't want to. She said that they already had enough children and sex was an unnessecary act that showed affection. But ba ba didn't care. When things got... physical, ma ma called the police and we helped her fight ba ba off. When they came, they dragged ba ba off - literally had to drag him from the house. He was kicking and screaming and foaming at the mouth, and his eyes were locked on my ma ma's face and he looked like a frightened animal. It was horrifying. And he was shouting our names and screaming "I love you!" over and over.... I was seven. Ellen was three.
I still have nightmares about ba ba. Things were hard for us after that night - the transition, living without ba ba. As crazy, as infected as he was, he was a bright light in our home. Without him, everything seemed a little more dim. But things turned out all right. That was when ma ma really started drilling the Composium's methods into our minds, and we adapted real quick. That was also the time I started dancing, and that kept my mind off of our less than happy home. I would read the Book of Shhh every night before I went to bed and memorize verses, which I would proudly state around the household whenever they were deemed appropriate. It became official when ma ma signed for divorce, and we all begun to go by her maiden name, Xian. And although we had returned to our once peaceful lives at home, things outside the house were hard for us, especially me and Ellen, although I'm sure ma ma had her fair share of troubles too. "Look, there's that girl....her dad..oh my god! Is she clean?" "Don't hang out with those children, dear...their father...poor things.." All the comments and sideline glances made me nervous, and sure didn't do anything to help my self-esteem.
Gradually, other people began to accept that the Xians were still sane and law abiding citizens. Ellen started kindergarten around the time it happened, and with her cute little smile and innocent charm she fit in in a heartbeat - with a girl as adorable as Ellen, the past was away with the wind! I'm so proud of little Ellen. At fourteen years old, she's the queen of her school! All the other girls look up to her. A little social butterfly! And she's sooo cute! Do you want to see a picture? No? Oh wait! Sorry! Back to what I was saying... Well, Ellen adjusted well, but I didn't. I had lost all my original "friends" around the time that the scandal occurred, and it didn't look like they were coming back. Not that I would want them too. They were some of the ones who whispered about me the most - and that's not a real friend, right? I'm more of a loner anyway. So I would keep to myself and read the Book of Shhh. Every now and then, I would have another nightmare about ba ba, and then I would recite verses like never before. The Composium is completely right about "love", or it's proper name, Amor Deliria Nervosa. It's dangerous - my ma ma could have raped or injured or died or something horrible like that, and everytime I think about it I can't sleep.
Now, I'm eighteen, and it's time for me to meet my life partner. I don't expect much - someone who can support me, share my burden, help me make children. No love, no affection. Just happiness.
The genre is »
I'm....really uncomfortable around people. Especially boys. Especially ESPECIALLY "tough" boys. But only if I'm talking to them. I like to observe people, to watch them move. But not in a pervy way, do NOT get me wrong!! It's just that if you look close enough, it's like everybody's doing their own dance, walking to their own melody, you know? Oh, you don't... well, that's just my imagination then, eh heh! I'm really self-conscious, but at the same time I'm anything but a conformist. I want to please others, but I won't change myself for them. When I'm around others, I come off pretty much as a mouse, since I'm rather quiet anyway. But when I'm alone, I can be me. I love, love, love to dance, although not so much in front of other people, if you couldn't tell. I dance hip hop, jazz, tap, ballet, everything, although I'm pretty sure I suck because I'm mostly self taught. I don't know if I'd have made it through that transition if it weren't for dancing. And the good thing about dancing is that you don't need anything to do it. You could dance even if you didn't have anything, you don't need to be wearing any special gear or nothing. You could dance naked! Wait, WHAT? Ohmigod I didn't mean like THAT! I don't dance THAT way! Waaahh...I'm sorry... Sigh. That's another thing about me - my toungue is more slippery then a banana peel. Wait, that sounded wrong!! I'm sorry, gaaah! I meant that I mess up alot! Ohhh...
»» Miscellaneous «« Taste the rainbow » #736AFF
Soundtrack of your life » Hide and Seek - Imogen Heap. Despite what you might think, it's great to dance to. ╔══════════════╗ Irrelevant Nonsense ╚══════════════╝
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Posted: Wed Jan 25, 2012 4:41 pm
[align=center] [color=black][b]If someone asked me if I was addicted to Gaia, I would turn around, look them straight in the face and say...
"Shut up, I'm posting."[/b][/color]
[b][size=7][color=red]"If I ever lost an arm or a leg, I would want one made of metal so my Edward Elric cosplay would be more authentic."[/color] [color=#E66C2C]"Too many bishies? IMPOSSIBLE! You can NEVER have too many bishies!"[/color] [color=#E9AB17]"Sesshomaru wins hands down. Yea, Inuyasha's cool and all, but one of his attacks is cutting himself. Yea. Sesshomaru wins."[/color] [color=#4AA02C][/color] [/size] [/b]
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[b][size=7][color=#347C2C]"If I ever lost an arm or a leg, I would want one made of metal so my Edward Elric cosplay would be more authentic."[/color] [color=#1569C7]"Too many bishies? IMPOSSIBLE! You can NEVER have too many bishies!"[/color] [color=#842DCE]"Sesshomaru wins hands down. Yea, Inuyasha's cool and all, but one of his attacks is cutting himself. Yea. Sesshomaru wins."[/color] [/size] [/b]
[color=black][b]Oh, and I'm totally NOT refreshing this page five seconds after I post this to see if you've replied... I'm not.[/b][/color] [/align] If someone asked me if I was addicted to Gaia, I would turn around, look them straight in the face and say...
"Shut up, I'm posting."
"If I ever lost an arm or a leg, I would want one made of metal so my Edward Elric cosplay would be more authentic." "Too many bishies? IMPOSSIBLE! You can NEVER have too many bishies!" "Sesshomaru wins hands down. Yea, Inuyasha's cool and all, but one of his attacks is cutting himself. Yea. Sesshomaru wins."
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"If I ever lost an arm or a leg, I would want one made of metal so my Edward Elric cosplay would be more authentic." "Too many bishies? IMPOSSIBLE! You can NEVER have too many bishies!" "Sesshomaru wins hands down. Yea, Inuyasha's cool and all, but one of his attacks is cutting himself. Yea. Sesshomaru wins."
Oh, and I'm totally NOT refreshing this page five seconds after I post this to see if you've replied... I'm not.
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Posted: Thu Jan 26, 2012 3:43 pm
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[color=#736AFF][size=9] Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C:[/size][/color]
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[/align]     Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: xxx xxx
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 2:45 pm
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[color=#D4A017][size=9] Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C:[/size][/color]
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[/align]     Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C: Music is my drug - it can make me happy, sad, and angry. It can make me see things that aren't there. When it's with me, I'm on cloud nine. When it's not, I feel like a wreck. It's extremely addicting. And I make it in my garage. C:  xxx xxx
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 6:51 pm
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[color=#6C2DC7][size=9] A calypso trill played on Lorena's iPhone, signaling her awake. She moaned and slapped it weakly, but the carribean tune continued until she finally sighed, unlocked the screen, and told it to stop. And by then, there was no hope of going back to sleep. Lorena sat up in bed and stretched her arms wide, cracking her neck from side to side, loosening up to face the day. Then she remembered what day it was. Lorena smiled softly and stepped out of bed. She began to sing - off the beat and hopelessly out of tune, but there was no one else there to hear so she didn't care. [b][url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAM9diyVRiM&ob=av2n]"I, I really wanna gooo out! I really wanna go outside![/url] Hmmm hmm hmm hmmm..."[/b] She transitioned to a hum as she happily skipped over to her wardrobe. Today was the day she was to meet her life partner. It was the day she would finally see the person she would spend the rest of her life with, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was excited. It wasn't that she hoped he would be handsome, or she hoped that he would "love" her, like those infected might say - she didn't care about looks, and Amor Deliria Nervosa had no place in Lorena's life. She was just happy because she finally felt like an adult. She donned a snug, black tee and a gray striped cardigan, along with a pair of powder blue jeans and some knee length socks, just to keep warm. She had already showered the night before, so there was no need to wash up. All she needed to do now was get ready.
Lorena walked into her bathroom, phone in hand, and placed it on the counter. Wielding an eyeshadow wand, she coated her light green eyes in a soft, shimmery blue powder. Lorena was a slight hypocrite in the fact that she thought girls could look pretty without makeup, but wore some herself. She didn't wear it because she wanted to hide faults - although sometimes her self-conscious brain would consider a little cover up here or there - but simply because she thought it looked pretty. Finishing her work and stepping back from the mirror, she wondered if her partner would think she looked pretty. Then she shook it off, and adjusted her thick frames against her face. It didn't matter whether she looked pretty or not, this boy was to be her partner and that was that. [i]And I'm perfectly fine with that.[/i] she thought and gave herself a smile. Feeling silly, she gave her reflection two thumbs up and yelled [b]"Aw right!"[/b], then squeaked and jumped back, surprised at how the shout echoed against the bathroom walls. Realizing how silly this was, the teen let out a laugh, and soon she was laughing so hard she needed to do her makeup all over again. Just as she finished for the second time, her phone beeped, [i]Ellen[/i] and a picture of a cute, petite Asian girl flashing across the screen. Lorena smiled girlishly and picked it up, reading the text from her little sister. [b]GOOD LUCK JIE JIE! KNOCK HIM DEAD! ;3 P.S.-MA MA SEZ HI 2[/b] Lorena rolled her eyes, but was secretly happy to recieve a word from her sis, even if she did type in all caps and use that annoying text language. Even if the government could be reading the very same message.
The girl checked the time at her phone, and nearly yelped again. If she didn't hurry, she was going to be late for her meeting - not good. Looking briefly at her hair in the mirror, she decided it was okay, but swept it into a messy, but cute, bun in the back of her head. She rushed into her small, three room apartment's kitchen/living room/dining room and quickly made herself an egg and ketchup sandwhich. The food of kings. She thought to herself as she took the first satisfying, sloppy bite. It was a good thing I didn't wear lipstick today. But then that thought got her onto the next one, and she was thinking about whether to put lipstick on at all. A phone beep broke her out of her reverie, and she saw that the alarm she had set labeled GET YOUR BUTT MOVING was going off. She stuffed the phone in her pocket and ran out the door, not even finishing her sandwhich. Lorena had aced her evaluation, and the cure had been administered - well, she didn't see the side effects yet, but she knew they would happen any day now - so the only thing she had to worry about was being on time. She went down the elevator, through the halls, and there was her method of transportation sitting proudly at the bike rack. Most people would consider an eighteen year old riding a bike immature, but Lorena liked the feel of the wind and the ability to survey the city as you moved. But in times like these, where speed was key, she really regretted her choice in vehicles. Removing the bike lock and stuffing it in it's pack with precision speed, she zoomed off into the streets of Portland.
As she biked, she thought about the cure. She had been so excited, and although her skin was a little tender after the injection, it had been relatively painless. She hadn't felt any different so far, and for an instant that had worried her. But then she realized - I[i] was loveless before, so I shouldn't feel any different being loveless now, right? And besides, those side effects they had talked about weren't guarenteed, right?[/i] If all else failed, she would sign up for a second procedure. This time, without anesthesia, since she heard how it could interfere with the chemicals. People had told her how much it would hurt, but she didn't care. Whatever it would take to be free from Amor Deliria Nervosa. For an instant, an image flashed in her mind - a big, middle aged man being torn from his house by the police, eyes wild and hands grasping at the door frame, shouting those three deadly words... Lorena tried to shake the thought out of her head, but she swerved the bike and nearly crashed into a pole because of it. [i]Get your head in the game, Lornie...He's gone now, and he won't come back. And that'll never happen to you, right? You're cured now![/i] She said to herself in her head, repeating the last sentence over and over....Lorena was in complete denial, and happily so. As long as she thought she was cured, she would be fine - until she began to feel the forbidden feelings of love, that is.
Finally, she pulled up to the Portland Observatory. This was where they were supposed to meet, right? Well, even if it wasn't, it was still a nice view. Lorena locked her bike to a nearby telephone pole and walked to the door, reciting her partner's identification number in her head over and over.[/size][/color]   A calypso trill played on Lorena's iPhone, signaling her awake. She moaned and slapped it weakly, but the carribean tune continued until she finally sighed, unlocked the screen, and told it to stop. And by then, there was no hope of going back to sleep. Lorena sat up in bed and stretched her arms wide, cracking her neck from side to side, loosening up to face the day. Then she remembered what day it was. Lorena smiled softly and stepped out of bed. She began to sing - off the beat and hopelessly out of tune, but there was no one else there to hear so she didn't care. "I, I really wanna gooo out! I really wanna go outside! Hmmm hmm hmm hmmm..." She transitioned to a hum as she happily skipped over to her wardrobe. Today was the day she was to meet her life partner. It was the day she would finally see the person she would spend the rest of her life with, and as much as she hated to admit it, she was excited. It wasn't that she hoped he would be handsome, or she hoped that he would "love" her, like those infected might say - she didn't care about looks, and Amor Deliria Nervosa had no place in Lorena's life. She was just happy because she finally felt like an adult. She donned a snug, black tee and a gray striped cardigan, along with a pair of powder blue jeans and some knee length socks, just to keep warm. She had already showered the night before, so there was no need to wash up. All she needed to do now was get ready.
Lorena walked into her bathroom, phone in hand, and placed it on the counter. Wielding an eyeshadow wand, she coated her light green eyes in a soft, shimmery blue powder. Lorena was a slight hypocrite in the fact that she thought girls could look pretty without makeup, but wore some herself. She didn't wear it because she wanted to hide faults - although sometimes her self-conscious brain would consider a little cover up here or there - but simply because she thought it looked pretty. Finishing her work and stepping back from the mirror, she wondered if her partner would think she looked pretty. Then she shook it off, and adjusted her thick frames against her face. It didn't matter whether she looked pretty or not, this boy was to be her partner and that was that. And I'm perfectly fine with that. she thought and gave herself a smile. Feeling silly, she gave her reflection two thumbs up and yelled "Aw right!", then squeaked and jumped back, surprised at how the shout echoed against the bathroom walls. Realizing how silly this was, the teen let out a laugh, and soon she was laughing so hard she needed to do her makeup all over again. Just as she finished for the second time, her phone beeped, Ellen and a picture of a cute, petite Asian girl flashing across the screen. Lorena smiled girlishly and picked it up, reading the text from her little sister. GOOD LUCK JIE JIE! KNOCK HIM DEAD! ;3 P.S.-MA MA SEZ HI 2 Lorena rolled her eyes, but was secretly happy to recieve a word from her sis, even if she did type in all caps and use that annoying text language. Even if the government could be reading the very same message.
The girl checked the time at her phone, and nearly yelped again. If she didn't hurry, she was going to be late for her meeting - not good. Looking briefly at her hair in the mirror, she decided it was okay, but swept it into a messy, but cute, bun in the back of her head. She rushed into her small, three room apartment's kitchen/living room/dining room and quickly made herself an egg and ketchup sandwhich. The food of kings. She thought to herself as she took the first satisfying, sloppy bite. It was a good thing I didn't wear lipstick today. But then that thought got her onto the next one, and she was thinking about whether to put lipstick on at all. A phone beep broke her out of her reverie, and she saw that the alarm she had set labeled GET YOUR BUTT MOVING was going off. She stuffed the phone in her pocket and ran out the door, not even finishing her sandwhich. Lorena had aced her evaluation, and the cure had been administered - well, she didn't see the side effects yet, but she knew they would happen any day now - so the only thing she had to worry about was being on time. She went down the elevator, through the halls, and there was her method of transportation sitting proudly at the bike rack. Most people would consider an eighteen year old riding a bike immature, but Lorena liked the feel of the wind and the ability to survey the city as you moved. But in times like these, where speed was key, she really regretted her choice in vehicles. Removing the bike lock and stuffing it in it's pack with precision speed, she zoomed off into the streets of Portland.
As she biked, she thought about the cure. She had been so excited, and although her skin was a little tender after the injection, it had been relatively painless. She hadn't felt any different so far, and for an instant that had worried her. But then she realized - I was loveless before, so I shouldn't feel any different being loveless now, right? And besides, those side effects they had talked about weren't guarenteed, right? If all else failed, she would sign up for a second procedure. This time, without anesthesia, since she heard how it could interfere with the chemicals. People had told her how much it would hurt, but she didn't care. Whatever it would take to be free from Amor Deliria Nervosa. For an instant, an image flashed in her mind - a big, middle aged man being torn from his house by the police, eyes wild and hands grasping at the door frame, shouting those three deadly words... Lorena tried to shake the thought out of her head, but she swerved the bike and nearly crashed into a pole because of it. Get your head in the game, Lornie...He's gone now, and he won't come back. And that'll never happen to you, right? You're cured now! She said to herself in her head, repeating the last sentence over and over....Lorena was in complete denial, and happily so. As long as she thought she was cured, she would be fine - until she began to feel the forbidden feelings of love, that is.
Finally, she pulled up to the Portland Observatory. This was where they were supposed to meet, right? Well, even if it wasn't, it was still a nice view. Lorena locked her bike to a nearby telephone pole and walked to the door, reciting her partner's identification number in her head over and over.
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 2:32 pm
[imgleft]http://i873.photobucket.com/albums/ab296/iSugarRush/Gothic Anime/1e2a5b4dc7dbc08c322c667f64a0beb4f0abcfe3.jpg[/imgleft] [align=center][size=18][color=#87AFC7]♤[/color] ✧ [color=#87AFC7]ｂｒｕ[/color] ✧ [color=#87AFC7]♤[/color] [/size][/align]
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Posted: Tue Feb 07, 2012 2:56 pm
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