Your CS Pet Pairs? (NEW THREAD)

[pancreas]

Twiiin, that made me sad~ <3
You're amazing at writing.

[Logistic]

@Ika...Amazing<3. I was so sad D: Would love for you to expand on it, and make it into a more detailed story<3.

Anyways, I tried. Just a snippet. May right more ^^;
{may need to refresh, if there's snow/birds around him}

The Mad Hatter~~The Only Sane One

Bang! Clash! Scrreeeeech! Clatter!

The Mad Hatter was at it again. Clutching at his head and tossing himself around violently. He was in one of his fits. His shouts filled the room. Talking about nonsense, and to someone who was very clearly not there. Tea was spilled across the carpet, and the fine porcelain teacups were cracked, some broken. These happened often. A clear sign of the madman that lived within him. Growing until it burst open unexpectedly, and without warning. Though no one admitted him to the mental facility. He had caused havoc and destruction, but still no one took him away. The doctors diagnosed him as schizophrenic, as well as having multiple personalities.

A female stood in the doorway, watching calmly. Was she a nurse? To finally take him away? He swore at her, a mad look in his eyes. She paid no heed to him. Instead, she ambled forward. She bent over to pick up his hat, that had fallen when the episode started. She dusted it off, handing it back to the male. He took it cautiously, replacing it on his head, straightening it.

She's going to take you away!
Somewhere really evil, I bet.
Dark, gloomy...No happiness.
Do something. Don't let her take you.
They'll make you stop talking to us!
We own you.

The male clutched at his head again, momentarily himself. But he couldn't escape the voices. His body shuddered a little, before the look in his eyes changed. The female looked at him cautiously. “Max?” She whispered. The male's head shot up to look at her.

“Felix.” He growled lowly.

She nodded her head softly. She had 'met' Felix, before. He had been set on killing her, many times. “Hello, Felix” She said softly. “How've you been doing?” She questioned, as if starting a conversation.

“What are you doing here?” Another growl.

“Me? Oh, just simply here to clean up. You've made quite the mess..”

“I'm going to kill you. I swear it, this time!”

“Of course you are, dearie”

“Don't call me that”

She hummed to herself. “What, Dearie? I call Max 'dear' all the time. Speaking of. Could I please speak to him?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“He's gone. Far, far awa--” As he said this, his eyes glazed over for a bit. Brown eyes cleared up, and he fell to the floor, sputtering softly. The female lowered herself next to him, on her knees. Max squirmed over to her, burrowing his face into her skirts. “Elise,” He breathed. Elise ran her hand through his hair.

“Shh..It's alright, Max. You're back” She murmured. “Nothing happened...except your tea set” She coughed lightly. He looked over behind her and groaned lightly, frowning.

“I'm sorry.”

“I know you are, sweetheart. No medication today?” She asked, as if it was a perfectly normal thing.

“Forgot...” He mumbled, embarrassed. He glanced up at her, biting his lip for a moment. He so desperately wanted to say those three words to her.

Don't say it
She'll ruin you!

He hesitated. “I---Thank you, Elise”

She knew what he was trying to say. “I love you too, Max.”

He was a Madman. He lost control.

She was the Sane one. The one that brings him back.

Sooo? Whatcha think? c:

[aquamarine]

Ika, you rock! <3 stunning, amazing, fantastic, beautiful, I'm running out of adjectives ;3

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Death of my brother



I carry on his mission.

[mawsoleum]

| xx |




At night they would go walking till the breaking of the day,
The morning is for sleeping,
Through the dark streets they go searching to seek God in their own way,
Save the nighttime for your weeping,
Your weeping,

Singing la lalalala la le,
And the night over London rang.
So we rode down to the river where the toiling ghosts strain
for their curses to be broken,
We'd go underneath the arches where the witches are in there saying
There are ghost towns in the ocean,
The ocean,
Singing la lalalala la le,
And the night over London rang.

God is in the houses and God is in my head and all the cemeteries in London,
I see God come in my garden, but I dont know what he said,
For my heart, it wasnt open,
Not open,

Singing la lalalala la le,
and the night over London rang.
Singing la lalalala la le,
There's no light over London today.

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story?

[Tesalong]

Elise {f}-----------Kyle {m}-------------Ehlee {f}

"What do you do when the guy your twin loves, has a crush on you instead?"

[Logistic]

Elise {f}-----------Kyle {m}-------------Ehlee {f}

"What do you do when the guy your twin loves, has a crush on you instead?"

Have the twin pretend to be the other? ;D. And then find out how much of a jerk he is and dump him.

[Inatae]

Wonder what the babies would look like.

[Moonbeam321]

Jake and Kalia <3


Danger, the ring bearer/boy

Natasha, the flower girl


Andrew, posing as the preacher

Guests:

Story
Jake was out hunting one day while Kalia was taking a walk , i think you know the rest

[faraday]

miss{f}.........mark{m}

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Do you know that feeling, that whenever you see that one person your stomach does backflips? I know that feeling all too well. I know it so well, we could be in a bookclub together and it wouldn't be wierd. You're probably going to stop reading now, figuring this is just your typical Romeo and Juliet love story. As a matter of fact, it's the complete opposite. Well, not entirely. But you probably get the point. This is my story, so don't interupt. Save your questions for the end. Turn of your cellphones and pagers, and all of that other stuff, so I can get to where it all began.

...

There he was again. He was totally perfect. Like; totally perfect. His chocolate brown hair was perfect, his face was perfect, his clothes were perect, his eyes were perfect, but everyone knows that Pansy has a super huge crush on him. Well, everyone except him of course. I'm in no place to compete for him, either, so I'm in a rut. See, Pansy is my friend. But she's super beautiful, and popular, and charming, and funny, and awesome. But I'm not. I'm more of.... loud, and sometimes a little violent, and kind of pretty. But I can't help what I feel; I mean, he's totally awesome. What other feeling could this be? I picked at the food with my fork, just now realizing that I should eat before my food gets cold. You're probably wondering where I am, and how I got stuck in this madness. Please, allow me to explain.

My name is Miss Anne Monet. I have the worst name ever. Yeah, sure, it's 'pretty'. But it's boring. An awesome name would be like, 'Cassandra Elizabeth Beckham'. Anyways, right now I'm at the Oregon Coast. No, I don't live here. The town is too sleepy for me. I live up in Washington. I'm here on a field trip of some sort. We're here to compete in a competition we've been training for, called "Adventure of the Creativity". It's basically where you do creative preformance with certain guidelines. Pansy is on my team, and so is Benjamin, Centri, Ronald, Annie, and Remmy. There is one other team, but they're made up of 9th Graders. Mark is my teacher's son. It's kind of wierd that Pansy likes him, and I do too. Even though my crushing is secret. I've never told anyone, and I never will. We get to stay here 3 days and 2 nights. Right now we're reating at a little resturaunt on the dock. All they sell is seafood, and I'm a vegitation. So all I'm eating is french fries.

The french fries are actually pretty tasty. A little crunchy, a little salty, nice and warm. Pansy is surrounded with people, doing crazy stuff like pouring tons of sugar in her mountain dew. I settled for a Dr. Pepper, but this junk food isn't settling too well in my stomach. "Psst. Miss, pssssssttt." The person trying to get my attention is Sonny, Mark's sister. I know her rather well, so I don't ignore her. "Huh?" I whisper back to her, my eyebrows raised in question. Sonny had a spoon in her right hand, and an ice cube in another. "Should I flick the icecube with this spoon?" She asks, her voice still hushed. I shrugged, ice cube flicking sounded fun, but it wasn't something I would take intrest in doing myself. "Sure, knock yourself out. But not literally. Then it would look like you were dead, and cannibals might decide to eat you." Sonny ignored my disturbing comment, and went on to flick the ice cube into an older couple's food, whom seemed at unease knowing that their food was under attack by ice cubes.

I watched Mark go over to Pansy, leaning onto her chair, chuckling at her innocent child-like sense to her. I grumbled with jealousy, pushing my fries away. I had lost my appetite. Mark hadn't ordered anything, and came around the table, munching off of our scraps. I gladly gave away my french fries, not feeling too well. When we went outside to leave for the hotel, it was dark. The moon was tucked away behind the clouds, and the only light was from the feeble streetlights that looked as if they were about to fall over if someone so much as lightly shoved them. I walked alone, listening to the others ahead of me chattering carelessly, laughing and giggling. I would join them, but I feared that I would disrupt their bubbly chatter.

I went straight to bed when we got to the hotel. I shared my room with Remmy, Pansy, and Centri. Centri went to bed early like I had, but Remmy and Pansy spent the whole night talking and laughing and being loud. I hardly got a wink of sleep.

...

Should I continue? This is supposed to be from a teenagers point of view, if you see where I'm going.

[aquamarine]

Thanks for the mask, Giggle! <3 Love yas!



Softly, deftly, music shall surround you
Feel it, hear it, closing in around you
Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight

The darkness of the music of the night