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Post by ZOE STAVROS on Apr 20, 2013 15:40:21 GMT -5
Zoe stared down at the blank sheet of paper in front of her. This was certainly a rare opportunity; after all, one wasn’t often given the chance to complain to her creator. She twirled her pen and glanced up at the others sitting around the tavern. All of them seemed to be intent on writing their own letters. Well, she probably should get to it soon as well. After all, she had plenty to say. Leaning forwards she began to write, “Dear Captain…”
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Post by Louela Lucelle on Apr 20, 2013 15:59:24 GMT -5
Among all the others who looked like they were writing in the tavern, Louela could easily be labeled as the most passionate at it. She could tear the paper she had her protests written on with just the force and speed of her pen. So far, so good. She put her pen down for a moment and reread what she had. "Plebeian Finne.
YOU'RE LAME.
Not only did you give me a terrible angsty past, you also disgraced yourself by attempting to humor people with your stupid self-insertion as my pet. Are you happy now? I sincerely hope so, because if you aren't, then you're not lame; in which case you would be denying yourself of the latent lameness in you. Still, it doesn't make you better, pleb. You're so lame the universe can't take you. When it hears you speak, it will be forced to self-destruct.
Not to mention that
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Post by ZOE STAVROS on Apr 20, 2013 16:26:46 GMT -5
“Frankly, I’m sick of this. Why do I have to have the worst luck out of everyone? I mean, you’ve had me in TWO airship crashes so far and I seem to be almost killed every time I try to do anything. Not to mention all the injuries you’ve given me so far. I’ve been smacked, cut, burned, stabbed, stepped on and more. I’m starting to think that you’re a sadist. Not to mention that you keep making me run while I’m injured, just so I can get hurt further. Can’t you just give me a break?
Not to mention that you promised me that pet squirrel MONTHS ago. “Oh, I’ll get around to it sometime.” STOP SAYING THAT AND JUST DO IT ALREADY!”
Zoe took a deep breath as she realized that her scribblings had become more intense. She glanced around noticed that she clearly wasn’t the only one with some hefty grievances. A blue haired girl sitting nearby seemed to writing furiously. Figuring that she’d better take a short break before her annoyance took over, she turned to the girl and said “So I take it your writer is pretty awful too, right?”
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Post by Louela Lucelle on Apr 20, 2013 17:00:09 GMT -5
Louela glanced at the source of the voice. "Awful doesn't cut it..." she sighed and put her pen down once again. "She lacks even an atom of justice; she's not human. Plus, she's a huge procrastinator whose bioclock is beyond fixing." With her arms folded, she spent a fraction of a second observing the peculiar-looking lady who had just spoken to her. "And you said 'too,' which means yours must be a terrible creature as well. My sympathy is with you, young lady."
She looked at the white-haired lady in twintails and then offered her a treat. "Shall I offer you a drink or two, perhaps?"
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Post by ZOE STAVROS on Apr 20, 2013 20:09:34 GMT -5
“Let me tell you about procrastination,” Zoe groaned. “Girl claims to be doing her homework when most of the time she’s looking at stupid things on the internet. She’s horrible about leaving people hanging. Apparently I’m going to get stabbed soon, but has she posted there yet? No. The suspense is almost worse than actually getting stabbed.”
Zoe rubbed her forehead before reluctantly declining the offer of a drink. “I really wish I could, but she decided that it would be funny to make me turn into a raving idiot if I even touched the stuff. Drinking would probably help me get through this mess, but no. She’s taken even that from me.”
Motioning to her half-written letter she added, “I doubt she’s even going to read this. Even if she did, she’ll probably ignore the whole thing and blame it on exams. I mean, that’s her excuse for everything.”
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Post by Louela Lucelle on May 24, 2013 23:13:28 GMT -5
"I know, right? I swear they're such hypocrites; just watch and they'll start blaming the clouds for their lack of Moose," Louela nodded at practically everything the other girl had said. She never knew there were others who shared similar traits as her own writer's living on the planet.
"My writer keeps telling me she will come up with plans for me so I can move on with my life in the near future, but it's been about eons since she's done that, and I bet she still has no idea where I'm going in terms of role and stuff. At least yours still give you plans for the future. My future is almost nonexistent."
"But still, taking drinking from you is too much," she sighed. "Well, I guess we can't put much hope on lazy bums like them."
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