Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[Zeee]

saint veronika xx the boy

{ They found an empty bottle on the window sill
The day her mother lost her sleeping pills
She was sick and tired of being invisible
Hard to see in color when you're miserable

Veronica, Saint Veronica
You can't leave this world behind
So be strong enough, to hold on to us
We're still right here by your side

No one ever thought that she was capable
And the damage done is irreversible
Now she clings to life inside a hospital
Like she's trapped inside a frozen waterfall

Always said her life was never meant to be
Stuck here living someone else's dream
Well beyond your window there is so much more
Even every prison has an open door

Veronica, Saint Veronica
You can't leave this world behind
So be strong enough, to hold on to us
It's just not your time to die . . . }

[ saint veronika -xx- billy talent

[mawsoleum]

Koiyote xx Obscura


Ours is a deep and mysterious connection.

[bearcups]

I own nothing!

And now the six marry murderesses of the cook county jail in their rendition of the cell block tango!

You know how people have these little habits that get you down. Like Bernie.

Bernie like to chew gum.

No, not chew; POP.

So I came home this one day, and I am really irritated, and I'm looking for a bit of sympathy and there's Bernie layin' on the couch, drinkin' a beer and chewin'.
No, not chewin'.

Poppin'.

So, I said to him, I said, "You pop that gum one more time..."

And he did.

So I took the shotgun off the wall and I fired two warning shots...

...into his head.


I met Ezekiel Young from Salt Lake city about two years ago and he told me he was single and we hit it off right away.

So, we started living together. He'd go to work, he'd come home, I'd fix him a drink, we'd have dinner.

And then I found out.

"Single" he told me? Single, my ass. Not only was he married... oh, no, he had six wives.

One of those Mormons, you know.

So that night, when he came home, I fixed him his drink as usual.

You know, some guys just can't hold their arsenic.


Now, I'm standing in the kitchen, carvin' up the chicken for dinner, minding my own business, and in storms my husband Wilbur in a jealous rage.

"You been screwin' the milkman," He says. He was crazy and he kept screamin',

"You been screwin the milkman."

And then he ran into my knife.

He ran into my knife ten times!


Mit keresek, én itt? Azt mondják,
hogy a híres lakem lefogta a férjemet én meg
lecsaptam a fejét. De nem igaz, én ártatlan
vagyok. Nem tudom miért mondja
Uncle Sam, hogy én tettem. Probáltam
a rendõrségen megmagyarázni de nem értették meg...

"Yeah, but did you do it?"

"UH UH, not guilty!"


My sister, Veronica and I had this double act and my husband, Charlie, traveled around with us.

Now, for the last number in our act, we did 20 acrobatic tricks: one, two, three, four, five... splits, spread eagles, back flips, flip flops, one right after the other.

Well, this one night we were in the hotel Cicero, the three of us, boozin' and havin' a few laughs when we run out of ice.

So I went out to get some. I come back, open the door and there's Veronica and Charlie doing Number Seventeen - The spread eagle.

Well, I was in such a state of shock, I completely blacked out .I can't remember a thing.

It wasn't until later, when I was washing the blood off my hands I even knew they were dead.


I loved Alvin Lipschitz more than I can possibly say. He was a real artistic guy... sensitive... a painter.

But he was always trying to find himself. He'd go out every night looking for himself and on the way he found Ruth, Gladys, Rosemary and Irving.

I guess you can say we broke up because of artistic differences.

He saw himself as alive....

And I saw him dead!

He had it coming!
He had it coming!

He only had himself to blame.

If you'd have been there!
If you'd have seen it!

I betcha you would have done the same!

Pop!
Six!
Squish!
Uh Uh
Cicero
Lipschitz!

I love this xD im really curious about the PPS one though ouo

[Dr. Paine]

Well, it took less time to get the proper pets than I expected! Story is currently being formulated, but I find it helps my motivation to get the base thoughts out there so I have some incentive to continue.

Light, warmth and chaos & Darkness, cold and stasis.


"Going on a journey
Somewhere far out east
We'll find the time to show you
Wonders never cease

Yes, I'm using another song (at least, one for now) for these two; Morcheeba's 'Wonders Never Cease', linked to above. This will also be my first time needing to color-code things, since I'm trying to write two stories in tandem until they finally meet up...

And thank you all for the comments on my last story, I'm so glad people enjoyed it (And Nightwish FTW xD)

[rose tyler, i]

The Careful One----------The Careless One

It's all your fault.

Sarabelle

I trudged through a muddy bog, kicking up mud as I went. One mud ball splattered Alex in the face.
"Hey, watch it!" he snapped. He wiped the splotch with his sweater sleeve, his blue eyes stern but glittering with amusement. "At this rate, I'll have to take a day long shower when I get home," he said, brushing away a strand of my reddish brown hair from my eyes.
I jerked my head away. "Well, if you weren't such a neat freak, it would be more fun stomping through dirty places," I said sarcastically. He smiled as I sat down and dipped my toes in a nearby pool of water. I leaned against his houlder as he held my hand. "I heard of this really steep mountain nearby. Do you want to hike it?" I asked softly.
Alex stared down at his hands. "It could be dangerous... But if you want me to come, I'll go with you," he sighed. He stood up, brushing the dirt off of his clothing. "Come on. It's all your fault if we get killed, though."
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Alex
I crept along the stone slicked mountainside, clutching Sarabelle's hand, afraid to lose her. She glanced at me and pulled her hand away, wincing slightly.
"Ow," she said, clutching her hand. I could see the nail marks where I had dug in my fingers. "You know, I'm not a baby. I can take care of myself," she remarked, scowling.
"I was just trying to make sure that you wouldn't fall," I retorted, wrapping my scarf around my face to block the cold northern winds. I trudged on, shivering, until we reached the top of the peak. The sunset basked the the mountain in a warm orange glow.
"Wow.... Isn it beautiful?" Sarabelle breathed, staring in awe at the fiery sky. She narrowed her eyes at me. "Now are you glad we came?" she asked sharply.
"Yeah... I guess." I stepped closer to her, wrapping my cold, icy hand around her soft, warm one. She looked at me. I could see her blushing in the dim light. "I'm sorry," I whispered.
She smiled and rested her head againstmy shoulder like she did at the bog. "Me too," she replied softly. She leaned upward and kissed me. Warmth spread throughout my body, making me feel as if I were a baby again, snuggled into the folds of my mother's dress.
She laughed at my bewildered expression. "Come on, let's dance!" she exclaimed, grabbing my hands and twirling in a wide circle. She looked so pretty, with her auburn hair swinging around her rosy face. I laughed, my first real laugh in a long time.
We twirled around the mountaintop. Suddenly, my foot slipped and I found myself plummeting down the perilously steep mountain side. I managed to grab onto a small overhang. I clenched my teeth, but my hands lost their grip. I fell down, deep down into the darkness. The last thing I could remember is black.
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Sarabelle
Beep. Beep. Beep. I blinked open my eyes, confused and dazed. I was in a white hospital room, with tubes hanging from my arm. I coughed a little, examining my crisp white hospital gown. I could never get over how horrible hospital fashion sense was.
"Oh, good. You're awake." A nurse walked into my compartment, her honey blonde hair up in a bun. "You took quite a fall there. You and your friend were found at the base of a very dangerous mountain," she explained.
"I don't understand. All I remember is that Alex disappeared, and I kept dancing. Then-" I gasped. "Alex!" I ripped out of the room, tearing through the rooms to find him. "ALEX!" I screamed. I have to find him...
I pulled open the door to a room down the hall. I sighed in relief, but then gasped in horror when I saw what happened to him. He had a deep gash across his forehead, he was hooked up to almost twenty machines, and his blue eyes were vacant and dull. I limped up to him. "Alex?"
He blinked when he saw me. "Sarabelle?" he gasped hoarsely.
I smiled. "Are you okay? You don't seem good," I whispered.
He shrugged. "Sarabelle, I'm going to die. The doctors told me this morning that I have no chance of living," he said flatly. I began to sob when he clutched my arm with his weak grip, the one that used to cradle me when I cried.
"But remember this, Sara... This is all your fault," he gasped out. Then, his head dropped, and the machine that monitored his heartbeat stopped. I knew then that I had lost him forever.

I know, it's horrible X3
Thanks for reading, anyways. It took me like an hour to write it ^^

[Everett.]

"I-I'm sorry, Jack. We just cannot be."

"I thought you said you loved me, Cody..."

Story?

[alas,]

it has been .. far too long. ;-;
I am back to redeem myself, hopefully with a series of some sort c:

&
[ peyton & adam ]

You see, I wasn't the girl whom would be standing on the middle of the room, spotlight on me with eyes glinting. My dress wouldn't be flowing, a beautiful shade of green to compliment my forest dark eyes. No, my teeth wouldn't be as pure, pearly white and I sure as hell wouldn't be on the stage singing my heart out, strong voice quivering the air. In fact, it'd be funny to see me out of my torn hand-me-down jeans and even a plastic, frugal necklace. I am not the outgoing type. I am isolated and warm under the blankets I hide under at night, to shut out from the world, to hide safely in a cotton haven.

But the moment I heard that voice, that was so thick and cool that if you could put it in a beaker and sell it you'd be a millionaire, I transformed. I hardly knew who I was before his calm and collected figure showed up at the administrative desk in our high-school's office, let alone now. I had been sitting in a seating area, waiting for the nurse to return from her lunch break. He had shown up late--it was his first day in the middle of the school year--because he was a new student and found himself lost driving here. It was a Friday, and I was exhausted and totally and entirely done with the day, so I was faking a stomach flu. The nurse (if you could even dub her so) didn't care about your condition, she'd just have you call home and notify parents of your illness and you could either drive to your residence or have family come and pick you up. I was going to go home and curl up in my blankets.

"Yes, sorry I'm late," the boy had said, eyes gently gazing at the secretary. She was a fill-in for Mrs. Dourti, the regular drab secretary, and was very young, probably no more that twenty-five. She melted with his presence.

"Right, that's perfectly fine. It's your first day, you said? I'm sure we can convince the board to cut you some slack," she smiled, flashing those shiny teeth I never grasped the concept of. "Now anyways, here's your schedule, and you have...Mr. Gyngrich for fifth period. You can refer to the map on that wall or-", she looked at me, "dear, are you waiting for something? Do you think you could take, uhm..."

"Adam," he assisted.

"Yes, Adam, to Mr. Gyngrich's room?" She cocked her head slightly, and raised her eyebrows as if she knew she was either doing me a favour, or torturing me. Adam half-grinned and shrugged his shoulders in apology.

"Sure," I hesitated to whisper, "follow me..."

I stood, retreating from the office and the young administrative assistant, leaving behind all hopes of leaving school early. I didn't really mind guiding Adam around school, actually I was happy to. I hardly have friends at my high-school, for I find our generation all a little overrated and frightening. Sure I have my close, tight-knit group of friends, but that's it. No boys, no short-short girls at my sides, just me; Peyton. So when I have a chance with a guy, even though I am terribly shy, it relieves me. I'm not that lonely...

"Sorry you have to do this, and ditch whatever you were doing. I appreciate it." I turned around to face him in the hall.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I was just waiting for the nurse to get back. Not like I'm sick or anything, just, hookie I guess." I chuckled at myself a little, surprised at my openness toward him. He laughed back, flashing straight, glimmering teeth at me. It was a light, happy laugh. A bit forced but not over the top. He was trying to be nice.

You see, I was never "that girl". I was just a nobody in a sea of somebodys. But him? He made me want to run to the store to buy teeth whiteners, new Covergirl makeup, and a gorgeous, streaming green dress to accent my eyes. I had never fit in before. I just sat in the corner, doodling in my notebook. Now, even though the only exchange was in the hallways of a boring high-school, I wanted to dance and sing and be put under a light so everyone could know:

This boy, Adam?
Yeah. He's mine.

//

continue ? c:

[Zeee]

[ to whoever is a shane dawson fan, im sorry; i couldn't help myself. cx]





Have no fear, your hero is here
My supersense is telling me that danger is near
I'm getting close to you so I can watch your back
A villain's on the loose and he is ready to attack

Oh, but I'm not a superhero
I'm not that kinda guy
But I can save you, baby, give me a try.

Cause I'm running out of time
I know what I came to do, and I didn't come to lose,
So I'll fight until your mine
Any trouble comes around I won't be backing down, tonight

Ooooooooh, if you're in danger
Ooooooooh, I'm here to save you
Ooooooooh, that's what I'm made of oh oh ohhh
Give you my superlove

[ XD i honestly couldn't help myself. shane is a good singer and this is a great song B| me gusta. ]

[thebluberry.]

it has been .. far too long. ;-;
I am back to redeem myself, hopefully with a series of some sort c:

&
[ peyton & adam ]

You see, I wasn't the girl whom would be standing on the middle of the room, spotlight on me with eyes glinting. My dress wouldn't be flowing, a beautiful shade of green to compliment my forest dark eyes. No, my teeth wouldn't be as pure, pearly white and I sure as hell wouldn't be on the stage singing my heart out, strong voice quivering the air. In fact, it'd be funny to see me out of my torn hand-me-down jeans and even a plastic, frugal necklace. I am not the outgoing type. I am isolated and warm under the blankets I hide under at night, to shut out from the world, to hide safely in a cotton haven.

But the moment I heard that voice, that was so thick and cool that if you could put it in a beaker and sell it you'd be a millionaire, I transformed. I hardly knew who I was before his calm and collected figure showed up at the administrative desk in our high-school's office, let alone now. I had been sitting in a seating area, waiting for the nurse to return from her lunch break. He had shown up late--it was his first day in the middle of the school year--because he was a new student and found himself lost driving here. It was a Friday, and I was exhausted and totally and entirely done with the day, so I was faking a stomach flu. The nurse (if you could even dub her so) didn't care about your condition, she'd just have you call home and notify parents of your illness and you could either drive to your residence or have family come and pick you up. I was going to go home and curl up in my blankets.

"Yes, sorry I'm late," the boy had said, eyes gently gazing at the secretary. She was a fill-in for Mrs. Dourti, the regular drab secretary, and was very young, probably no more that twenty-five. She melted with his presence.

"Right, that's perfectly fine. It's your first day, you said? I'm sure we can convince the board to cut you some slack," she smiled, flashing those shiny teeth I never grasped the concept of. "Now anyways, here's your schedule, and you have...Mr. Gyngrich for fifth period. You can refer to the map on that wall or-", she looked at me, "dear, are you waiting for something? Do you think you could take, uhm..."

"Adam," he assisted.

"Yes, Adam, to Mr. Gyngrich's room?" She cocked her head slightly, and raised her eyebrows as if she knew she was either doing me a favour, or torturing me. Adam half-grinned and shrugged his shoulders in apology.

"Sure," I hesitated to whisper, "follow me..."

I stood, retreating from the office and the young administrative assistant, leaving behind all hopes of leaving school early. I didn't really mind guiding Adam around school, actually I was happy to. I hardly have friends at my high-school, for I find our generation all a little overrated and frightening. Sure I have my close, tight-knit group of friends, but that's it. No boys, no short-short girls at my sides, just me; Peyton. So when I have a chance with a guy, even though I am terribly shy, it relieves me. I'm not that lonely...

"Sorry you have to do this, and ditch whatever you were doing. I appreciate it." I turned around to face him in the hall.

"Oh, no, it's fine. I was just waiting for the nurse to get back. Not like I'm sick or anything, just, hookie I guess." I chuckled at myself a little, surprised at my openness toward him. He laughed back, flashing straight, glimmering teeth at me. It was a light, happy laugh. A bit forced but not over the top. He was trying to be nice.

You see, I was never "that girl". I was just a nobody in a sea of somebodys. But him? He made me want to run to the store to buy teeth whiteners, new Covergirl makeup, and a gorgeous, streaming green dress to accent my eyes. I had never fit in before. I just sat in the corner, doodling in my notebook. Now, even though the only exchange was in the hallways of a boring high-school, I wanted to dance and sing and be put under a light so everyone could know:

This boy, Adam?
Yeah. He's mine.

//

continue ? c:

OMG I need more!!! This is amazing so far, I can't wait to read more. C:

[mawsoleum]

Koiyote xx Obscura


Ours is a deep and mysterious connection.

Have you ever met someone,
but you don't even remember how.

It just seemed to occur.
As if by fate, or some other force.

I remember nothing about meeting Obscura for the first time. I just remember that he was the single most dark, odd person I had ever met in my entity. That's probably why I fell in love with him.

But that's also why I'm where I am, 2o feet above the ground hiding in a tree.
Just waiting for him to come back.
I've already drawn pictures in to the tree bark, and boredom is quickly overcoming my mind.
What could be a better time to whisper my woeful tale to the fireflies?

______
I'll write something later.