table testing.

[Pharaoh Leap]

I THINK I'M READY TO LEAVE I THINK I'M READY TO LIVE I'M READY TO GO

"Keep me out of my mind." Bones shatter, fall apart, and hit the floor. If it doesn't thrill you, it doesn't matter anymore. Bones shatter – baby, don't go out this time. No matter where you've been or who you are, if it doesn't kill you it's sure to leave a horrible scar. Bones shatter – baby, don't go out this time. So what's another Stan who's not a fan a million miles away? And what's he gonna do to me that I haven't already seen? You'll never stop me! You know it's everything to me. But we'll never stop, 'cause we're only getting better. I'm not making this up, so just write another letter. I'll be fine! Alive again, another day, I'm not afraid to get over – Never stop, 'cause we're only getting better. I'll be fine! I've been better, seen a brighter side of life, but any friend of the failure's a friend of mine. Bones shatter – baby, don't go out this time. So what's another Stan who's not a fan a million miles away? And what's he gonna do to me that I haven't already seen? You'll never stop me! You know it's everything to me. But we'll never stop, 'cause we're only getting better. I'm not making this up, so just write another letter. I'll be fine! Alive again, another day, I'm not afraid to get over – Never stop, 'cause we're only getting better. I'll be fine! I'll be fine. You were everything to me, you were everything to me, you were everything to me, you were everything to me. But we'll never stop, 'cause we're only getting better. I'm not making this up, so just write another letter. I'll be fine! Alive again, another day, I'm not afraid to get over – Never stop, 'cause we're only getting better. I'll be fine! Alive again, another day! A way to get over – Alive again, another day! A way to get over -

deltra of gangnam style

[Pharaoh Leap]

▲ 8luh, 8luh, huge jerk

I'M GIVIN' UP if only you could save me “Hey, now; we don't cry, remember? He's probably having fun in that... big ol' cabbage patch in the sky.” She says nothing, just turns her head away from you and in the opposite direction and you think you must be the scum of the earth when your hand falls hopelessly to your side. “... I don't think we'll be seeing Cecilia for a while.” You should probably just kill yourself and do the world a favor. “... Th-that's not fair. You put me through watching you get together, and now you're going to make me go through watching you break up?” she asks with a laugh, but she still won't look at you. She wasn't always the best at picking up on implied news – it was generally a fifty-fifty sort of deal – but her use of the phrase “break up”, as much as it kills you inside, is spot on. Of course, you think you always figured your relationship was doom from the beginning, and past you was just foolish enough to believe that, with enough willpower, you could try to steer things on the right path. Thinking about it makes you think that, should your life have had a face, you would want to punch it. Badly. You'd want to punch your life in the face. “Can't help it; not much you can do when trying to tame a wild animal. I don't know why I even bothered from the beginning.” Only you do. You bothered because she was your everything for more years than you could count on your finger tips and the moment you realized you had even the slightest chance with her you nearly died of joy right then and there. Honestly, you think a little part of you did die when she said “yes” when you finally managed the courage to ask her out on an official dinner date. But you should have known – you'd been friends for so long, you knew first hand why she was a lean, mean heart breaker – and yet you still jumped in head first, anyway. You're starting to think you got what you deserved. She changes topics and you don't blame her; you don't want to talk about Cecilia anymore, either. “... Today would have been his birthday, huh?” i'm drowinin' in the waters of myself

[Frieda Marlene]

"WHAT DO YOU TAKE ME FOR, THAT WOULD BE SUCH A BRAZEN SOLICITATION. IT'S INSULTING." OK I'M NOT SAYING I'M RULING OUT THE IDEA OR ANYTHING. "LIKE IF LATER OVER TIME YOU STARTED REALLY HATING ME MORE" LIKE REALLY GOT TO KNOW ME AND FOUND OUT ABOUT HOW MUCH THERE WAS TO HATE

"well... i just didn't really have any idea that you had any sort of feelings like that, so i am kind of caught off guard." "WHAT FEELINGS, THERE ARE NO FEELINGS, END OF DISCUSSION."

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[Victoria Carter]

AWAY FROM THE ROLL OF THE SEA

"oh, had they the tongues for to speak" what tales of adventure they'd weave but now they are anchored to sleep and slumber alee

“For once, I actually do,” you tell her, and this time, you actually mean it. The sincerity in your tone must have caught her off guard; her brown hues twist from an accusing look to something more akin to disbelief. Either she believes you and is surprised you came up with something at all, or thinks you are lying and is surprised at how good of a poker face you've put up. “I just don't think you're going to like it much.”

Something about your finishing comment seems to rub her the wrong way. The raven-haired trainer bites, “I can't tell if you've actually concocted something in that head of yours or if you're lying to me to avoid admitting you're wrong, but – either way – if you don't think I'm going to like the plan, there's probably a reason for that. A potentially life threatening reason, at that.” Sunglasses are lifted a bit off of the brim of your nose long enough for your chocolate-brown eyes to flash her a “like I care” look. In response to this, she makes something a few steps away from a growl, muttering a variety of cruel comments about you under her breath and tries to regain her cool demeanor. “Now that we're done with your tomfoolery, let's get back to business, shall we? I suggest we go with Plan B. It will take a while longer to gain trust and information from the enemy, but it has the highest survival rate.” Frowning more than she was already, she added, “Oh, that's right, you don't know what Plan B is, do you? Do you want me to repeat myself?”

“Depends. How long's this going to take? 'Cause, ya' know, it's a couple minutes past nap time, and...” Tossing your head to the side and imitating snoring noises rather loudly, you pretend to be asleep in a way that is painfully obvious that you're faking. You haven't the foggiest how people manage to sleep standing upright, anyway. It has its intended effect, though; even with your gaze locked on the inside of your eyelids, you can still hear the way the aged sofa creaks under her weight as she gets to her feet. A glance is spared for her if only to make sure she's not standing to sock you in the nose. For a moment, she looks at you as if she's really thinking about it – or, at least, something similar – before an exasperated sigh falls passed her lips and her head is shaking back and forth, back and forth, back and forth...

The cop grumbles as she passes, “Why do I even bother with you...?”

[Victoria Carter]

“I guess the garbage guy didn't clean up the trash; means I've gotta pick up on 'is slack.”

A dangerous look overtook the creature's already twisted features, and the blue-eyed boy had to cover his eyes with his hands as it lunged at the mysterious transfer student as to avoid watching his inevitable demise. Not three seconds had passed, though, before his friend let out a sort of strangled gasp, shock lacing the single intake of air. His fingers parted just long enough to see that – well, then. Not only was Dave alive, but completely unscathed and getting to his feet on a completely different platform two circles away from the one he'd been on initially. “Sorry, TZ,” he grunted, the words hard to make out due to the distance between the speaker and himself. “Dunno how long you've been like this; sorry I couldn't help you out sooner. Guess this is your really belated birthday gift or some stupid [crud] like that, huh?”

The words made about as much sense to the beast, it seemed, as it did to the two students cowering in fear and, admittedly, slight awe behind one of the colorful structures on the ground. Once more, it lurched forward, mouth wide and pointed teeth restless to sink into the flesh of the boy who had the nerve to challenge it. Like it had with the platform he'd been standing on before, it not only chomped down on the magical being, but devoured the circular-shaped object he'd been standing on, as well. Also like before, the attack did nothing, the strange teen appearing some ways off and smirking smugly at the black-and-white monster's inability to harm him. The process repeated a handful more times before the dragon fell back, licking its lips and swallowing what they all assumed to be the remains of a certain mister Strider. Of course, if it was, then how was the student standing between they and the beast?

The mistake was detected just a moment too late. Whatever Dave had placed down that the Witch had mistaken for a teenager detonated from within it's mouth, leaving a cloud of smoke crawling from its mouth and into the air. Enraged, it moved to attack,