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[free.]

(You already did post. And I was jost posting in response to Ari. I wouldn't have posted anymore. It's not like we went a page without you....-_-)

[huskybaer.]

- Nevermind. -.-

Edit. I'd say I'm sorry but I'm not. My mood isn't very far from being that of a homicidal maniac. Tomorrow we are putting my dog down. I still haven't gotten over it. So heed my warning. Try not to say anything that might push me over the edge. If so...I might hurt myself in some way. My fits of rage....are scary. Even for myself. I hate getting mad. But when I do..it takes hours to go away. In the past I've hurt myself before. How? I will not say. But I have. -

[free.]

( I'd try to give you words of comfort, but I know nothing helps when a loved one dies. Just be by her side, and let the tears come. I'm very sorry about your dog, and I hope in time you will feel better about her. )

[huskybaer.]

- You guys can go on with out me for now. Pretend Kody is cookin or something. I can't stop crying...we put my dog down about 2 hours ago. Best damn dog I could have ever asked for. I'll try to get on later, but for now I'm going to go and chop some heads off of dragons and murder people in skyrim. Then buy a house when I get to level 20. *im 18* -

[grim.]

(I've changed Adam's age to seventeen.)

"Don't wanna be rude but I have to.
Nothing's good about the hell you put me through.
I just need to look around, see the life that has come unbound.
And you're so cynical, narcissistic cannibal.
Got to bring myself back from the dead."
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"Sometimes... I hate... the life I made.
Everything's wrong everytime.
Pushing on I can't escape,
Everything that comes my way, is haunting me, taking it's sweet time.
Holding on I'm lost in a haze, fighting life till the end of my days."

Δ∂αм✣Яαʏиɛ✣βℓακɛ
♂/17/Single/November 23rd 1994

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Naturally when I enter the room everyone flees. "Scared of stoners or something?" I muttered under my breath, letting my controller drop to the ground. I wasn't going to play game by myself, that was just boring. And none of them wanted me 'smoking' in the house. I sighed and slipped to blunt back into the inside pocket of my hoodie, zipping it up securely. One of the guys called back downstairs, inviting me to come up. A frown traced across my face before I forced a smile back on and pushed myself grudgingly to my feet.
I ambled up the stairs, taking my sweet time, listening to the guys upstairs swapping their ages. My guess was that I was the youngest one here. I'd only just turned seventeen. I reached the top of the stairs and stopped, rocking back and forth on my heels for a few seconds, watching one guy expertly chop apples and mix some stuff together. I wasn't a fan of fruit in my meals, nor was I a fan of the dijon mustard that he added to the mixture. I made a face and slipped between everyone into the kitchen. I went into the freezer and dug around. "Yo, is there a barbeque around here somewhere?" I pulled out of the freezer holding a package of t-bone steaks. Two, enough to feed me. "I need one for like... three minutes to warm this up."
Honestly I was waiting for disgusted grunts and comments about how 'uncivilized' it was to eat blue rare steak, not that those comments bothered me. To me, showing my true self helped me know who was actually my friend and who was pretending. I glanced around the kitchen. It was nice, and big, and... I could have slapped myself. Asing for a barbeque? There were grills in the kitchen. I shook my head and tossed the steaks into a sink full of hot water so they'd thaw. I turned on the grill, waited for a few minutes then tossed on the steaks. I gave them just under two minutes on each side before pulling them off the grill and slapping them onto a plate and smothering them in Montreal Steak Spice. I plunked down at the table/counter. "Does anyone else want steak... or burgers or something that requires a grill?" I wasn't trying to show up Kody or whoever.... I was just trying to be somewhat polite. I arched an eyebrow, not that anyone could see it past the hair in my face, and waited for an answer.

"Ɯatch Ғor Ɖrunk Ɔhildren."

[free.]

(I'm so sorry about your dog, Huskie.)

- D E R E K -

Eighteen - Guy - Single - Bisexual

The World is going to hell,
and I am driving the bus.

People say you can't live without love...
I think oxygen is more important.

There are no stupid questions,
just stupid people.

Liking your own status on Facebook
is like high-fiving yourself in public.

Derek grinned at Adam as he came up. "Hey man. Glad you joined us." He told the guy. Then watched as he busied himself with making rare steak. "In all honesty, sounds kinda gross to me. But heck, I'll try it." He gave a shrug. Hey, couldn't be worse than moldy Chick-Fil-a, right? Bounding form his stool, he rummaged around the kitchen, searching for a plate. Finally managing to find the cabinet where the were kept, he selected on at random and ent over to Adam. "Do you mind if I just try a tiny bit?" He asked, not wanting to be rude and just cut a piece off without asking first. Of course, although he was trying what Adam was about to eat. Derek was also definately gonna try what Kody was making. Already it smelled good. PLus, Derek had a stomach the size of a football field. It was like a bottomless pit down there.

[huskybaer.]

- Its fine. I just...can't believe shes actually gone. Me and my pa buried her. He even fixed her up a nice cross, and burnt her name into it with a hot nail. Now it will be even harder for me if any of my other pets go.

@ Ƨκяιℓℓɛϰ , I thought you were going to try third person? -

[.sky.]

I'm sorry! Soo Sorry!

[grim.]

(*head desk* Yes. I was going to... and I totally forgot.)
(I'm sorry about your dog too.)

[huskybaer.]

- I'll post when I get home. I'm brainstorming a post at the moment. -