Midnight: *deathglare at Pan and Leighton* Hey, instead of laughing at me, how 'bout letting me out?
Organized? What do you mean?
Behind this mask, this pretty face, there's something I'm hiding In my gracious words and careful steps there's always a chance of slipping My mask sliding, cloak tilting, make-up dripping I hope you never notice when my perfect mask falls Because love makes us liars, and it made a fool out of me
Midnight: No. I am not kidding in the slightest. I WANT OUT OF THIS F*CKING CAGE!!!! *attempts to slash Pan through bars of cage with pocketknife*
Dove: *chucks rock at Midnight; snickers*
Midnight: *deathglare*
Dove: *runs saw along bars of cage*
Midnight: ^-^" *backs away*
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Behind this mask, this pretty face, there's something I'm hiding In my gracious words and careful steps there's always a chance of slipping My mask sliding, cloak tilting, make-up dripping I hope you never notice when my perfect mask falls Because love makes us liars, and it made a fool out of me
Nope. No way. You will be staying in that cage forever if you keep acting like that.
Midnight: *epic sigh* Fine.....please?
Dove: *forgets about mamoth-curtain; eyes Pan* Hmmm.....
Behind this mask, this pretty face, there's something I'm hiding In my gracious words and careful steps there's always a chance of slipping My mask sliding, cloak tilting, make-up dripping I hope you never notice when my perfect mask falls Because love makes us liars, and it made a fool out of me
Dove: *does not care* Says who? *attempts to slash Pan with saw; glare at me* You couldn'T have had a lighter saw?
*ahem*don'tlookinvault*ahem*
Midnight: *shakes bars of cage* LET ME OUT!!! ....please? I am begging you here.
Behind this mask, this pretty face, there's something I'm hiding In my gracious words and careful steps there's always a chance of slipping My mask sliding, cloak tilting, make-up dripping I hope you never notice when my perfect mask falls Because love makes us liars, and it made a fool out of me
Dove: *tries jumping and slashing Pan; fails; glares up at her* Coward!
Midnight: Yes. Please. Pleasepleasepleaseplease. I am begging you. gtg, sorrry
Behind this mask, this pretty face, there's something I'm hiding In my gracious words and careful steps there's always a chance of slipping My mask sliding, cloak tilting, make-up dripping I hope you never notice when my perfect mask falls Because love makes us liars, and it made a fool out of me