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Something I told myself (via
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[[if anyone’s wondering where i’ve been, i’m not dead. i’ve just started roleplaying on facebook instead of here
I haven’t been on here in a while... But that’s probably a good thing.
Happy May 1st!
HAPPY MAY DAY!
Ruby Gloom
Lightning secrets you never knew… http://viralpic.pw/r/48v7W
I’m sorry. May they all rest in peace.
“Whoa, are you okay?”
“...Not any worse than I usually am. Except maybe this leg shouldn't be bending that way.I’m probably going to sit down for a while. ...Ow.”
...You look pretty miserable too....I guess that makes both of us though. What terrible things happened to you?
**Flowey had been feeling rather down again, this weird upset sensation in his stem making even really fun things not as helpful as they usually were. Hearing a voice speak, however, he blinked and looked around then, finding the source, he offered a weak smile.*
*I-I…
**The smile faded pretty quickly to be replaced by a sad and small frown.*
*Yeah… lot’s of things, really. People aren’t always nice to me and I’ve seen a lot of hurt throughout my life. …a lot of death too.
Misery just sat down next to the flower, making sure that she wasn’t sitting TOO close in case her bad luck would do something to him, her own head bowing in misery herself. She….understood. “Yeah, I think I follow. I’ve seen a lot of CATASTROPHES too, like murders and people getting severely injured that you’d think they had been murdered and somehow, my bad luck always seemed to make some of it my fault.” She pulled down under her eyes, the irritated red rings only becoming accentuated as she did so. “Like before I came to Gloomsville and I tried to scream at people to warn them of their impending deaths, but…none of them ever survived.. EVER! Like that one time when I screaming at my Great Great Aunt’s daughter’s daughter because I was warning her about hers, but she ran away and ended up tripping down a hill and had her head torn off by a huge rock.” She paused for a second and bowed her head in her memory. “..May she rest in peace. You’ll…..get used to it eventually.” She moved her eyes up to meet his. “We all do.”
**Having been watching her movements in curiosity he was a bit surprised when she turned to him and made outright eye contact. He blinked at her before turning he head away in shyness. He always found eye contact a bit on the awkward side, sometimes to almost painful amounts.*
*Y-Yeah. That’s true… and, in a way, I already have.
**He gave a tired and almost broken smile.*
*Heh… that story sounds like it was pretty violent. …I…
**He gave a deep frown.*
*I’ve seen some violent things like that as well, actually. …I… even done some of it with my own hands.
**His voice had gone hollow and his eyes were moist. He shivered as if it were cold, even though it wasn’t.*
*…I was once very horrible. Now, I am mostly bullied by my own choice. Heh.
**He looked to be quite downcast, tears beginning to run down his flowery face.*
Although it was sad, and it filled her with pity to hear him talk about it, she wasn’t Ruby. Making others feel better about things was near impossible especially when it sounded as awful as what he had it like. She was just there to listen. Misery pulled her knees closer to her and rested her chin on them, the skirt quickly becoming wet from her own tears. “I’m sorry. …but, at least its better than being out in some horrible plague like what happened in Gloomsville back in 1678 though. There were so many deaths that I couldn’t stop SCREAMING for years …or.. at least until most of the people died.” She knew that wasn’t working, but she wasn’t planning on it doing so either. Because honestly, she was just recalling events. “..your eyes don’t look as terrible as mine though.”
[[i think i should not respond to things really fast while on my phone
[[replies are so slow ahh
ehm… qualcuno glie lo dice che sta esagerando con sta pioggia?
Grigiume quotidiano.
