Official Roleplay thread (1)

Usually I would get up and start yelling at her for her rude manner, but I was really too depressed right now to care. Especially since I shared most of her feelings. "I don't know," I said quietly, looking at my hands in my lap.

((Tuesday))

I looked up at Carla, who was looking down. I took hold of the hand that she was staring at so pityfully.
"I always end up relying on males." I growled. "My brother, he abandons me. Mr. Death, he shuns me, Johano- well he's always hated me."
Carla looked at me, suprised.
"We should rely on each other, I've never had a girl companion before." I said, looking in front of me.

I looked at her. After a few moments, I nodded. "I'm so confused, Tuesday. Why would Fisco tell me he loved me and then kiss someone else? Maybe it wuddn't that kind'o love."

((Tuesday))

I leant my head against Carla's side.
"I'm tired and confused." I complained. "Boy's don't kiss other boys do they... Carla." It was probably the fist time I had addressed the girl by her name. She was okay, better than those boys who just left me...
"Insane little Tuesday, they don't want me..." I moaned.

"They don't want me either, hon," I said sympathetically, resting my chin in my hands. "So I suppose we'll just mope here."

((Tuesday))

"Hmmm..." I mumbled, feeling my eyelids close and then open. "Clarla..?" I began.
"Yes hun." She answered.
"Why do you talk strangely? And what does mope mean?" I asked.

"I talk strangely because I'm from a different country," I told her gently. "And mope means ta'sit here and feel sorry for ourselves." I smiled and was oddly tempted to laugh, but not at her.

((Tuesday))

"Ohh... I understand." Fisco used to fence people from different countries. "You come from France!" I grinned, feeling proud of myself.

I laughed out loud. "No honey, wrong side of the ocean. America."

((Tuesday))

"Am-er-i-ca." I repeated, laughing along with the girl. I clutched her stange coloured skirt and itched. The lace on my dress was scratching at my arms. "Will you take me there?"

"Sure," I told her, watching her scratch her arms with the hem of my skirt. "If we ever get out of here, I'll take you."

((Tuesday))

I smiled sleepily and tugged at Carla's skirt to make her sit down. She did and I leant on her lap.
"Y'sure it's safe here Tuesday?" Carla asked.
I rested my head on her lap, incredibly tierd, and shut my eyes.
The American girl tenced and then relaxed, and rested her hands on my hair.
I felt like a dressed up little puppet, in a pretty dress, so small, and pulled about to be loved or hated or observed .
I usually liked that stuff, I loved my brother out of sympathy, Mr. Death out of awe, and Mr. Johan out of curiosty and familiarity, but at this moment I didn't feel that they truly loved me back, so I was content to lay against Carla's skirt.

I let her lay her head against my lap. She reminded me of a small child- wait, she was a small child. She was only nine years old. She should be innocent; her life would have turned out so much better if it had been with other people. Even in her state; in a quiet home, and had she not known any other place, I realized that she probably wouldn't be as crazy as she was. This was a quiet moment, and I proccupied myself with being sort of a mother to her at that moment, and momentarily forgot Fisco. He was just a speck in my rearveiw mirror anyway.

((Tuesday))

I blinked against her lap and sucked at her skirt. Carla shifted and brought her hand through my hair, stroking my head. It felt... like something was protecting me, like I wasn't going to be in danger here.
It was something I'd never felt before.
I squirmed.
"Hungry?" I grinned. "I know a place ere where they serve babies fingers and dragons wings and- "

"Aah, no thanks hon," I said quickly. "But you're right, we probably need to get moving." I stood up and brushed down my skirt. "Let's just walk around."

((Tuesday))

"Okay. I'm sure there is loads of stuff here that we can do." I grinned. "You want to annoy some angels?"

I thought about it for a second. I grinned. "Sure!" We ran at a few angels playing their flutes nearby, laughing and screaming.

((Tuesday))

I grinned and ran with Carla to the angels.
I took one of the flutes and snapped it in half, letting it clatter to the floor."Play something like the violin, or harp, or big violin that Johan plays. Be safe, leave the woodwind section alone." I demended.

I laughed at the startled angels. "You done been pwned!" I said gleefully.

((Tuesday))

"Yes!" I shrieked. "You got-"
I frowned.
"Pwned." Carla sighed.
"What does that mean?" I asked, confused. Fisco had told me that when I was using it, I had quite a good vocabulary for a nine year old, so pwned must be a really amitious word. Like moped, I supposed...

((I was thinking, that, god Im so late, how do I get in, then I thought, no worries Hun, do what you normally do, just barge in there. Then I remembered that I havn't made my Charrie over here, So now I have to go and make it...*Sigh* Ill get on with it then shall I?))

((Yep- Though we arn't in the forest now, I need to add. We are in the 'higher' realms, Ted Hughes has been made into a man/woman thing, so most of the men fancy him. Venus and Lillith are extreme femenists and thing the whole ordeal is hilarious, Tuesday and Carla have decided to annoy some angels as they are fed up with everybody else, and God is well. We is a sexist who just handgs about not doing much. *Grins* Have fun!))

((Ok, Tuesday, Higher realms? Right, *nods* I get tht much, my charries ready, well, nearly ready, Im just wondering? Is it all....clouds and toga's? *grimaces* ))

((No- there are many different places that are all different, some normal some... not... Like there are bars, and corridors and just about anywhere you want. *Grins*))

((death))
the woemen had concluded their spell. i did not notice any afect untill a few seconds later, when lillith's boy began to draw close to hated man who had befor been asleep.
he told the man..that he was beutifull, and then...drew even closer.
i was about to laugh, but then caught sight of the man fisco was cradeling.
he was...particularly femanin...and strangly...., well, i was not sure how to end that scentance.
i lay a hand on lillith's boy's shoulder, befor he could go any futhor.
i smiled slightly at the strange new man, ''hello...i-i am, lucifer.''