War Is Coming Communications.

OMG I'M SO SORRY, TRICKSY. SERIOUSLY. LIKE, THAT SO WASN'T EVEN REALLY ME, YOU KNOW? I WOULD HAVE NEVER DONE THAT TO YOU IF I WAS REALLY ME AND I SWEAR I'LL NEVER DO IT AGAIN UNLESS THIS SORT OF THING HAPPENS AGAI. SO I'M SUPER SUPER SORRY AND I SWEAR YOU'RE ONE OF MY FAVORITE PEOPLE HERE AND I DON'T REALLY MAKE IT A HABIT TO HURT MY FAVORITE FRIENDS.


[ooc: Sorry. Capslocky!Needy is capslocky. She's flailing. Also, pretend this was sent like... a couple minutes after the hacking of the finger.

NOW WITH NON-BROKEN HTML!]

Okay, not cool. For serious I was not here like two seconds ago. This is not New Mexico. And where is Jane, she was just standing like right next to me! This isn't funny, I have a tazer and I'm not afraid to use it. If Thor were here you could ask him, I tazed his ass good. That's a long story, but seriously, he is witness to my awesome tazing abilities! Seriously, though...what's going on? I didn't sign up for crazy, six credits is so not worth all the trouble the last like three days have been. I should get like...nine at least.

I fell in love, okay? It went against the Code and we both swore never to speak of it or even think of it and I figured I was the only one who continues to consider it but my dreams say we're together when I die and now I know that's not true in the least - we both always remembered. And now that I know that the Code does change someday just like I said it could!! it's driving me insane knowing that!

There. I just need someone to understand where I'm coming from, you know? It was a stupid promise to make, and clearly not even necessary.



[OOC: LOL Famine you so silly! Pretend this was posted a while before Famine's killed/destroyed/the plot ended. I meant to do it earlier but I wasn't home oops.]

So...

I think I know where he...where um...

What was I...

Right Famine... There's a cafe at [address] and he should be there. We need to get this done. I just need another hour so...you guys prepare and work out who's going and let me know and I'll meet you there. See Gabriel I can do helpful. Better than running off with your Jedi

Now there'll be demons. Probably a lot. Not to mention he'll find what you crave and it'll get to you. Even if he hasn't hit you with anything so far, he will. He can. He's a Horseman...No one is above that.

...Yeah so...planning. Should happen.

...I totally just went to Belgium for chocolate. ...make it two hours

...three

I'm not a monster am I
I tried to oppress an entire building, that probably qualifies me in monster cagetor
I'm sorry doesn't even begin to express how bad I feel for the things I did. I didn't mean to scare anyone..

[Jacen]
I didn't mean the things I said to you. I'm sorry, but I doubt you'll have to worry about me being around much longer anyway. She broke up with me.

[ooc: sent about 15 minutes after he mentioned Bella's. ]

It's not here. Nothing is here. Just the plants I killed.

Need. More. Blood.



[ooc: Famine might have stepped out for a while, but Sam's addiction isn't going anywhere after drinking as much blood as he did. Someone please hit him in the head with a baseball bat!]

Bow ties and fezzes aren't that cool.

Generally.

I am so sorry.

Did you go to the doctor yet?

Daddy? Are you really here?

(ooc: Elle is aware that she was crazy during the Famine, but isn't quite sure if the note sent by her 'father' was real or a product of the crazy.)

Well I feel like shit now.

Why did I even let myself
God, I just can't stop hurting
Maybe I'm not that good of guy

((OOC: It really helps to post in the right comm....jussayin'. Sorry 'bout that))

I’m so sorry.

I wish I could say it in person but I just don’t trust myself around you. You have to know that it had everything in the world to deal with Famine. I would never turn you, Elena, in sound mind. You would never forgive me. I would never forgive myself.

I’m staying in my room for a while. I have enough bagged blood to last a long time. I need to be sure that I can go out without doing you anyone harm. Please forgive me.

-Damon

I'm sorry for how I acted this week. I'd say it wasn't me, but apparently it was. I suppose there's nothing else that can really be said except thank you, to the people who took down the horseman.

Grandma
Are you okay? I heard you went after Famine? And do you still have Daisy? Is she okay? She wasn't alone long, right? She hates that, being cooped up, especially in her crate. Every time I send her to the kennel, she sulks for ages because she doesn't understand, and this time I just left and I didn't even

Thank you so much for going to get her, and for taking care of her. I'm sorry that you had to, and for scaring you when I hid.

Kon
Are you okay? I lost track of you after the whole...you know that I really don't want to break up with you right? I get it if you're mad at me, I was kind of awful to you. Just, can we talk or something? I would have come and found you earlier but I've been in a healing trance for a while. You don't think that, the way I was, was what I wanted do

I know helping Sam is our priority right now, and I'm heading out to look for him as soon as I send this, but I'm so sorry for what happened Dean. You know that I would never have done anything like that if it weren't for Famine don't you? I miss your father, but it would never make me want to leave you and Sam unless something was influencing me.

So. Uh. This might sound crazy and everything, but looks like crazy's really fucking common on this forum or whatever.

Anybody got any tips about who the hell went all Nightcrawler on my ass? Cause dude, not supposed to be in friggin' Kansas. I should be back in Santa Cruz. Santa Cruz =/= Kansas. And all my friggin' phone numbers aren't working. So. What the fuck?!

Soooo my lovely fellow seal-stolen who are lovely lovely people.

If one had hypothetically found a bunch of stupidly expensive art/peoples stuff just lying around in the hall on her floor. They could just say so and have it returned with no questions asked couldn't they?

I've been thinking. I want to give us a honest chance. No presumptions or obligations or made up engagements.