Date: 2010-11-08 05:00 pm (UTC)
MEOOOOOOOOOOW.

CAN'T YOU THINK OF SOMETHING? I SHALL DO MY BEST.

*DEDD AND BROKEN FROM THE FALL* ()

*SMILES*

INDEED THEY ARE. (*goes "ow!"*
(*pets*)

(APOLOGIZES BUT INSISTS YOU ASKED FOR IT. NOT! [DIDNNNNNNNNAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEEE!] [} [BUT SERIES TWO OF DEAD LIKE ME HAS MASON'S NAKED BUM! AND YES, THAT'S WHAT I'LL BE DOING. Don't punch poor Mason! The Graveling was the one who did the deed, Mason just helped Glenn's soul travel to a better place.]
*snuggles*

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*INSISTS SHE'S NOT*

* *CUDDLES*

* I'M NOT IN THOSE PICTURES AND NEITHER IS BLOODY GOTH! ZOD IS, AND THERE'S NO HANDCUFFS. AND NOW, SINCE YOU'VE MENTIONED THE UNMENTIONABLE AGAIN, LET ME GET SICK ALL OVER YOUR BOOTS. *

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Elizabeth (Betsy). Twenty-two, almost twenty-three, but perpetually seventeen. Whirls back & forth between vulgarity & delicacies like a dervish proper & has been known to disappear for months on end. Worshipper of Carroll, devotee of Lovecraft & BPAL hoarder absolute. Destined for the madhouse.

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