PARABOLICAL GRAFFITI

I think I'm starting to forget what the outdoors looked like when the sun was shining...

I'm only going to say it once and if you have to ask for what, it's not meant for you.

I'm sorry.

I hate saying that word.

I'm starting to think maybe I was better off dead. This place is full of wonk.

You supposed heroes. Do stop speaking tough and complaining on the boards and actually do something. Your complaining is so tiresome...as are the lot of you. Do not make me unleash my powers on you, for there is no chance you will win. And I unlike you, walk my talk!

But then what fun would that be?

The Force...it's feeling...different now.

How interesting strange.

[ooc: Those who can read minds feel free to understand this...Bastila's dark side is slipping through :D]

Merlin, who ever would have thought having werewolf senses would come in handy.

I had no idea I'd be able to smell the un-dead.

Actually...my senses seem to be getting stronger...

I um...maybe this isn't a good thing...

What does everyone say to a karaoke night to boost morale?

Okay. Either I'm going completely insane or something was just rattling at my window. Is it windy outside or is there something evil lurking about in hopes of getting a bite out of my unbelievably delicious neck? Right now would be a fantastic time to have Willow around. She is so good with the comforting and offers of movie night just so I wouldn't have to sit in here waiting to die all by myself. And she would bring snacks. And Buffy. Possibly Oz. We'd have a whole group. And then Giles would come and ruin the moment by announcing the end of the world.


What? Homesick? Me? Ridiculous!

Quidditch. I need Quidditch.