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Everyone needs a snow fort.
You have listened to fears, child. Come, let me breathe on you... Are you brave again? -Aslan
Agreed. Problem is, my hands are too full of snowballs at the moment to build myself one, so-
*dives into Elishavet’s snow fort*
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gorkoh…..I’ve never been hit 2x yet…..yesssssssss…*evil chuckle* now I get to hit 4 people!!!!! You will most like be one of them.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
oh…..I’ve never been hit 2x yet…..yesssssssss…*evil chuckle* now I get to hit 4 people!!!!! You will most like be one of them.
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
Here’s your 700 (actually a little over) for the 14 snowballs y’all threw at me.
ridiculous amount of snowballs
Y’all gotta chill XD
So you had 14 snowballs thrown at you.
Now I have 14 snowballs to throw at other people😏
And then you threw 14 snowballs.
Wait for it.
Wait for it.
You have 28 snowballs. It doubles every time
*chuckles* don’t hit me
"Courage, dear heart." -Aslan
Dang it should have called a time out for more than two days. I’m so behind XD
It takes a long time to wait 🌻
If you want, we could team up and be a snow-throwing duo! (I don’t know if that’s allowed, but…)
“Everything is a mountain”
@whalekeeper You mean a truce not to hit each other? Or are we combining forces to target one person and cause them the most frozen pain? Or are you offering to write some of my 450 owed words for me?
It takes a long time to wait 🌻
If it’s the last one then I accept.
It takes a long time to wait 🌻
I’ll play. But I better be on whichever team Leon isn’t.”
Lol.
And another hundred words for me… I guess I’ll write you a Chase Duke scene
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)here’s 133 words
Three booming rifle shots shattered the sky. Jep shrieked. She slowly backed away from Chase, blood issuing from her body and head. She watched someone Chase couldn’t see with fear, slowly backing away and fleeing. Chase’s consciousness was fleeing, but he saw Roger, leaning over him. His blue eyes softened, from anger towards Jep to pity for Chase.
“What did she do to you?” He whispered. Roger gently picked Chase up into his arms, carrying the exhausted and bleeding boy over the city rubble. Chase reached up a hand, grabbing onto Roger’s collar. Roger looked down. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you too much?”
“Th-thank you,” Chase whispered.
The last thing he saw before his world faded was Roger, smiling the same kind of loving smile Chase’s mother used to. “You’re welcome, Chase.”
@elishavet-pidyon @liberty You’ve been snowballed!"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Eeeeek! I’ve got to catch up on my snowballs! I currently have 5!
"He is no fool who gives what he cannot keep to gain what he cannot lose."~ Jim Elliot
Thank you!!! I really love his character!
Leon and Riker!!!!!!!!
(You see, this is why I snowball you!)
Oh it was so good.
WAIT! Where’s the deaf boy?!?! I’m sure Riker has a deaf kid! Where did he go? Why didn’t Riker say hi to him? *goes into panic attack* don’t you dare tell me he’s dead! Say it was an oversight on your part that Riker didn’t sign to one of his kids! Tell me he’s still there!*Freaking out* what’s the kid’s name!! Ahhhhh!!! The book is in the bedroom with my sleeping sister so I can’t get to it!!!
Six snowballs at me?
Oh you are getting all twelve return missiles.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
*has decided to hit some people*
@elishavet-pidyon snowball×2
@raxforge snowball
@liberty snowballFirst Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkI meant the latter. I wrote enough words to cover that and mine, which means collectively we have 20 snowballs for you to throw. XD
Lucille flexed her arm with a painful sigh. The wraps around her knuckles curled at the edges with dried blood and sweat. Untying them took more concentration than she thought.
She hastily downed a glass, and swirled the dregs with her fingers.
The fight had only lasted ten seconds. It had taken a lot of self control to pretend she was happy with the results. Who was going to give her full pay for a short performance? Not Crag, and he normally didn’t have investors breathing down his neck.
Wait. Her professor expected an academic response, due tomorrow.
A sob rose in Lucille’s throat. She swallowed it down and decided to give herself an hour to process the problem.
“…Lucille?”
Next to her, a face swum in her vision. Dark hair, concerned eyes. It was Anthony. Of course it was him, at the worst time.
“What do you want this time, newsy?” Lucille turned away and growled at a dangerous-looking man beside her. Then she turned back. “Better make it quick before I make any problems. Lickety-spit, sp… split it out.”
“How many shots did you have?”
Lucille began to count on her fingers.
Anthony sighed. “How can you be so drunk, and simultaneously sound logical enough to afford against all peace a few more drinks?”
Lucille tucked her hair out of her face, and slowly folded her hands together. “F-Firstly, I’m not drunk. You’re crazy for thinking such. Secondly, I am more easily prompted into impulsive actions this way, and everyone knows I’m only worth something when I make money. Third, you have no idea how good I am at fffffaking logic.”
For every cohesive sentence, Anthony’s eyes widened a little more.
“Mm…” Lucille rolled her head on her shoulders in a slow, limp circle. “What do you want?”
“I want you to admit you’re lonely.”
Lonely?
Maybe that was the word for it. Lucille could use so many words, and the more of them she strung together, the better she felt. But over the roar in her ears…
“Lonely, lone-ly… hm.” She sounded it out.
The roar drowned out everything. She yanked off her jacket, trying to wipe the beads of sweat from her arms. Her hair fell over her face in wet strands. She shivered and put the jacket back on again, upside down. “Th-This is not the place for you, Anthony. I don’t wanna… You know I don’t feel the same way others feel. I’m too… Mm…”
This couldn’t be her. This was everything inside her that wanted to scream, to cry and hit people who didn’t like her. Every time she saw her passionless friends, or her mother’s wedding dress, she came a little closer to unraveling. She became more afraid of herself.
This is the real me. Then why was she so horrible?
The young man listened to her mumbles until they faded away, and slowly swiveled her stool so she faced away. He pulled her hair back and tied it out of her eyes, in silence, and wrapped one arm around her. “Do you need a ride home?”
“No, no… Mama will send me to hell…”
“Who could wrangle you up?” Anthony stood up, holding her belongings. “Come on. I have a cab waiting outside.”
“Everything is a mountain”
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