.:: Welcome to Warblerland ::. SEMI-LITERATE

[skyl_er]

(Stalk, stalk.. Yeah..Hi)

[james moriarty]

Ethan threw the ruined canvas over his shoulder, "Shane, it's not good when you begin to refer to inanimate objects as 'your baby', especially when that object is a painting in your own blood." he said matter-of-factly as he followed Blaine and Shane. "Blaine, I think he needs to move into your room for a while, so you can keep an eye on him. I would do it myself, but apparently my room is 'unholy ground', or at least, that's what Dwight always says."

[skyl_er]

Kurt stood on the front porch in the snow- wearing nothing but black slacks, shoes and a shortsleeve shirt. He squinted out into the snow, eyes wide when he saw the three boys forms

[eelu]

((THATS EXACTLY WHAT I SAY!!! Right... posting form... Sorry... God Im so lazy! XD I call Dwight! And A McKinley Kid! And A Dobry... I cant RP them though... I WILL MAKE THIS WORK SOMEHOW!! XX))

[eelu]

((WRONG RP! Sorry... >_>))

[skyl_er]

(I did that too, like yesterday or something XD Nice fail :3)

[eelu]

((Thank you. Anywho, Im back home if y'all need me! XD Oh Dwight, how Ive missed myself.))

[james moriarty]

((Dwight! I shall find my Julian reply! (DON'T KILL THE BEAST! Sorry, been listening to Disney music for the past two or three hours...)))

Julian lounged on the couch, legs and arms stretched as far as he could. "Yeah, that's me. Give, give, give. That's all I do." he said with a catlike smile as he took the box. He ripped the paper off the box and looked inside, laughing loudly. "Cute, Logan." he said sarcastically, taking a framed, autographed picture of Logan out of the box. "Oh, and a boxed set of 'Something Damaged'? How kind of you." he chuckled, taking out the other item in the festively wrapped box. "Open yours now. I want to see the look of delight on your face when you see your fabulous gift. And unfortunately for you, it's not a picture of me shirtless. Or is it?"

[angelblaines]

((Wait....What snow?))

"Mine and Kurt's room?" Blaine stuttered, trumbling over a root. He smiled as he saw Kurt's shadow, walking a bit faster. "I don't argue that would be wise, but...Um...." He muttered, biting his lip.

Shane wasn't listening at all. He had drowned out all noise. All pain. He shivered, the gun brushing his skin. He didn't want to be in anyone else's room. Then he couldn't be alone with his thoughts.

((Sorry it took me so long to post....))

[angelblaines]

((Double post: I think it's like February. Shane's accident was on like the 26th, and he was stuck in the hospital for a couple months))