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[Sep. 22nd, 2031|09:27 am] |
The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Eigth Level of Hell - the Malebolge!
Here is how you matched up against all the levels:
Take the Dante's Inferno Hell Test
Haha, awesome. I am a lustful violent fraudulent heretic.
Also, hi everyone! |
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| meme time yay ((ooc!)) |
[Jan. 26th, 2030|11:38 am] |
Stolen from ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) tyne_dyed_devil
1. Reply to this post, and I will tell you which of your icons is my favorite. Then post this on your own journal using your own favorite icon.
2. Comment here and I'll tell you one thing that I like about your pup. Then go post it in your LJ and return the sentiment |
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| Guessing game! |
[Jan. 9th, 2030|07:33 pm] |
Guess what's on my finger?
Guess who gave it to me? |
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| [Micky D's! RP with May] |
[Nov. 24th, 2029|10:43 pm] |
It is a lovely November day in New York City, all crisp and clear and sunny and cold as all get out. Alexa herself is wearing a warm fleece jacket, bright red, and is thankful that central heating's been invented.
Alexa's made sure to pick a window seat when she walks into the McDonald's, so May can see her (and her bright red jacket!) easily. She's a liiiittle worried about her alt-sis getting to the right place because, quite unbeknownst to her, another set of Golden Arches went up just a block away. So, she'll just wait. And tap her fingers on the table. And doodle on a napkin. And stare out a window. Etc. Etc. |
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| Back home |
[Nov. 24th, 2029|03:02 pm] |
| [ | Tags | | | back, dada, first words, home, jump city, kade, mama, ready to move on, rissa, thanksgivings, twins | ] |
| [ | Current Location |
| | back in Jump | ] |
| [ | mood |
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Hey guys, back from New York. Hope everyone had a nice Thankgivings, blah blah blah.
Oh, and here's some adorable news- Kade and Rissa are standing up/trying to talk. At four months. See, that's why having quarter-deific kids to look after rocks, because you get to fast-forward through the diaper stage. Kade's first word was "Dada" and Rissa's first word was "the". Come on, you know that's adorable. (And they're calling me Mama. How cool is that?)
[locked to friends and family]
Okay, so, I talked to Dad and Matt about... everything. And they talked to me, and there was a lot of talking involved, and... I'm ready to stop hanging onto the guilt. I'm going to fix what I can and deal with it the best way I know how, and then move on.
Which, really, may be me pulling a lot of BS out of my ass, but hey, it sounds nice.
It's good to be back. |
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| (no subject) |
[Nov. 12th, 2029|05:50 pm] |
I'm going to New York for a while- couple days, maybe a week. I'll see you guys when I get back.
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( OOC ) |
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| No. |
[Oct. 17th, 2029|03:01 pm] |
No. No. No. No. No.
I didn't- I couldn't have-
Oh God. Please, someone tell me it was just a dream. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 14th, 2029|07:16 pm] |
I gave Rory everything.
I'm not going to do this anymore.
I- I think whatever happened to me is starting to fall apart. |
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| Home again |
[Oct. 8th, 2029|01:44 pm] |
I realized something last night. Actually, Rory helped me realize it, but- but I'm not supposed to be like this. And I don't want to leave him again, ever. So...
So I don't know. |
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| [2 days + 0 psychopathic episodes = 1 short narrative] |
[Oct. 6th, 2029|12:17 am] |
It shouldn't be this hard.
Really, it shouldn't be this hard.
Two days is absolutely nothing. And if it gets her back with Rory, who cares what she has to do? Just because she hasn't gone this long since Diane... and it's practically the only thing she can think about... and she hones her knife and polishes it every night... none of that matters, right? She's doing it for Rory. And it's not like she couldn't do it for herself, but it's for Rory, and that counts for something. Right?
...right? |
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| [sociopath's night out- narrative] |
[Sep. 26th, 2029|08:48 pm] |
Rory's going to sulk and stay out whining about how much he fails at life? Fine. But that doesn't mean that Alexa's going to just stay at their apartment and wait for him to come home. On the contrary, rather, because-
"-that's just not my style at allll," she chuckles, looking herself over in the mirror. Black is the order of the night- black cargoes, black tank top, black smudge smeared over her features. Alexa's realized even if she's not a hero anymore, she still has an identity to protect. Protect from what, she's not so sure of, but whatever. Dressing up is fun, and she'll be damned before she puts on that suit again.
She fastens a thick, sturdy belt around her waist, replacing the makeshift pouch she'd had in the Nexus the other night. Onto the belt gets strapped her knife, cleaned and honed and terrifically sharp; a smaller blade, serrated and dark from years of rust; and her newly-procured plasma fusion cutter. (Not that she knows exactly what that last item was, only that the man who'd given it to her seemed the type of person to know about exceedingly painful weaponry, and she's game for trying anything out once.)
Her eyes flit to a nearby dresser, on which is a business card. She's been thinking about it almost nonstop since it'd been handed to her. What she'd seen- what that man had promised her- sent chills racing up her spine. 'When you get bored with them-'
She checks herself over one last time, then walks over to the window and opens it. A few minutes later she's up on the roof, looking over Jump City and all its inhabitants settling in for the night. Not as big as New York, no. But still pretty big. Still a lot of people. No heroes...
Slowly, a predatory grin spreads across her face. The man with the business card hasn't left her mind- far from it- but somehow?
She doesn't think she'll be getting bored anytime soon. |
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| [private] |
[Sep. 23rd, 2029|05:41 pm] |
Well, that was fun. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 15th, 2029|07:02 am] |
Wow, people get antsy when you ask about a hypothetical situation. Best advice I've ever gotten.
And alters are weird, much like older Rory, older Rissa, andyounger-than-the-other-one-but-still-older-than-mine Kade.
[private]
Yeah, another note to self: if staying with Rory, don't let him ruin his life like that.
[/private]
Other news, all our roomies are back. The twins are as loud as ever. >> |
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| Ow. |
[Sep. 13th, 2029|07:32 pm] |
Note to self: downloading information directly into your brain = killer migraine.
I'm digging into Rory's painkiller stash, cause there are not enough bottles of Tylenol in the multiverse to deal with this. |
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| (no subject) |
[Sep. 10th, 2029|03:26 pm] |
So, twins and varying other houseguests are at Rory's parents for a while. Hear that? That sound? It sounds like... yes, it is-
PEACE AND QUIET.
Oh, geez. When this is over, everyone remind me not to ever have kids of my own. Or to ever agree to live with more than two people in the same apartment.
[private]
Rory's probably right. I don't need to be doing anything that I'm gonna regret later.
...I don't want to change back. I like how I am now.
And dammit, I got that money all by myself. I'll just have to go get some more.
[/private]
( Hey look kids, a meme! A very long one! YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO CLICK HERE. ) |
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| [more private crap, omg] |
[Sep. 4th, 2029|09:48 am] |
Okay, so maybe 180 degrees was stretching it. Maybe it's more like 130 or 145 or whatever. Because when Gina showed up? I felt almost back to normal.
And then I got over it and am back to new-normal. At least, I'm assuming I am, because old-normal wouldn't have me wanting to do what I'm going to do to that asshole.
But in the meantime, I don't know. She's- honestly, she's annoying to have around, but I feel for her. Or I did earlier, and Rory's intent on her staying with us until we can get her help. Y'know, the real kind, with doctors and medicine and crap.
God, I am so in over my head right now. Sucks monkey balls that I can't go for help without alerting him. And just shoving her off in a mental ward seems what we should have done in the first place a bad idea to Rory.
Oh, you know the one thing that'd fix this whole thing?
Killing the bastard.
Problem solved. |
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