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

[angelblaines]

((YES now, if you don't mind. But it's going to be EVEN. MORE. DEPRESSING))

Blaine sat in the front row with Kurt, his hand on his knee. It had been almost a month, and with absolutely no word from Reed, he had been pronounced dead. All Shane did was cry. He hardly came out of his room, but at least he left it unlocked so he was easy to check on. Next to him, Kurt was crying softly. "Sh, Sh...Aw, honey..." Blaine murmured, taking Kurt in his arms. Virtually all of Windsor was there. Except...Shane. He had broken down and sobbed harder than he ever had before when Blaine told him the funeral was coming. And Blaine wasn't about to make him go through this. He hadn't harmed himself for weeks, so he had been left alone in his room.

Shane sat on his bed, staring at the table. There, the gun lie. Staring at him. Taunting him. One shot and it'd be over. All the pain. And he'd be with Reed. He picked up his pen and scrawled a quick note: I'm coming, baby. The tears ran down his cheeks softly, and he picked up the gun, smiling.

((FFF. That even hurt me to write. So much angst....))

[rheia]

{{I just want to say - I'm internally crying right now. I can't outwardly 'cause I'm in a room full of stressed people. But inside, I feel like smashing up my computer. Can't do that either since I've already done it.}}

[angelblaines]

((I is so very sorry...IT HURTS ME TOO, Y'KNOW. *Sobs in corner eating candy* THE CANDY DOESN'T FILL THE VOID. Don't worry though, it's about to get sooo much better when Reed saves him <3))

[rheia]

{{WE ALL HAVE SOULS! D8 Ahem, yeah, don't ask. Well, while we wait for the epic save of the century, I must inform you of the best day of my life. Ever. In my Hoe Skills/Home Economics class I screamed at my dough to squish together. Then my partner did all the washing up; seriously, he's a closet housewife. Aaand, I went to this amnesty party at lunch and guess what one of the stickers was? A FREAKIN' RAINBOW! Yeah, I was so happy all day after that. 'Cause I was all like;" Heh, this reminds me of a man called Chris." AAAND, I got elected Pupil Council for my glass. I GET TO CRITICIZE MY CRAPPY SCHOOL NOW!}}

[angelblaines]

((I wish my school had home ec. That sounds freaking aweeesommeeeee. And remember, Nite doesn't like doing this, it just...Has to be done....))

[rheia]

((Who needs it at school when you can just invite a load of closet housewives round and make 'em cook Scones? XD No - don't. I tried cooking outwith school. Three words; Windsor. Cooker. Incident. D'aww, we know Nite and we don't hate ya for it.))

[angelblaines]

((I'M SUCH A CLOSET HOUSEWIFE. Cough. At least in the cooking department. My room is extremely messy. Oh look, backpack. Clothes....Computer box....Shoes.....Empty coffee cups? Psh, I'm like a Stuart with how much coffee I drink. I have so much angst to put on this rp.))

[rheia]

((You think your room is bad? Mine is; Ooh, nice clear floor space! BAMF. You've tripped over a frickin' chair. Then you turn, and guess what you see. Clothes, shoes, paper, pencils, SOCKS, teddies{Ahem, you didn't read taht}} and diaries. Psh, I like coffee, but not as much as I like tea. Meh, you're not alone Nite. I have so much damned angst and hatred and shiz. That's why 99.99% of my Jeff characters are angsty little pricks. They're me. But in the form of my 'imaginary' best friend.))

[angelblaines]

((No no, I didn't go into enough detail. Here we go: WHAT FLOOR SPACE? My room is literally a closet. About 15'x7'? Yeah it sucks. Fursuit, laptop, yoshi backpack, ds games, calculator, gloves, hat, sock monkey, end of my bed: Many many stuffed animals (I don't judge you...) board games, heater, empty popcorn bags, ipod,bag of chips, hairspray...Oh dude....What floor? I can't see my carpet. And when you say 99.99% I think "I DON'T HAVE ANGST. I AM THE 0.01%"))

[rheia]

((XD STUFFED ANIMALS FOREVER! Seriously, they tried to suffocate me once. i have that many. and my amazing Unicorn with the rainbow horn needs a separate mention. E.e Our rooms are, like, the exact same. x3 Fine then - I should say 100% of my Jeff's are angsty little pricks with severe self0harm issues. And then,we have Sean. My amazing, paranoid schizophrenic with minor OCD.))