User talk:Blue12porcupine

RE:Fanon
Hey,

Thanks for your kind message, it's nice to hear that I inspire people hehe (: I think I will leave the True-storyline for what is right now, so probably she won't be resurrected. I'm happy to hear that the template problem got solved, to be honest I'm not such a fanon reader myself but yours sounds interesting. Good luck with your fanon!

Tiezel (talk) 21:36, March 17, 2013 (UTC)

Please use Wikitext when possible
When possible, please use Wikitext for formatting, linking, etc. It's much easier to maintain than a mess of HTML and style tags. Dharden (talk) 19:55, March 22, 2013 (UTC)


 * ETA: You may want to consider turning the Rich Text Editor off. You can do this by going into your preferences, selecting the Editing tab, and unchecking the "Enable Rich Text Editor" checkbox. Dharden (talk) 20:07, March 22, 2013 (UTC)

hello
what do you have aganst me? i did nothing to hurt you

RE: User:Timmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy
Thanks for reporting that, but it's been sorted out now. Timmyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy has been blocked. Sorry for rather late reply!  Nikel  Talk  –  Vote!  02:34, March 23, 2013 (UTC)

RE:Template
Hey! Wow, I didn't think my fanon would have such a big impact on people. I'm really honored that you made these userboxes! However The Lazlo userbox has a mistake in it, it says to like the Vidcund side of the family, this must be the Lazlo side ofcourse (:

I think they are just fine, create as many as you like. However a userbox for every Sim is a bit exaggerated. If you think I made a 'special' or interesting Sim or storyline or whatever you're more than free to make a userbox about it. I wouldn't really know any other userbox..

Thanks again!   Tiezel      (talk)     curious?   16:29, May 2, 2013 (UTC)

RE: Your Fanon
Wow, thanks! That's really great to hear, I love getting positive feedback on my work. To answer your question, I began writing in November, and wrote a majority of the articles around that time. Since then, I've been a lot lazier with the fanon but I hope to complete it sometime over the summer. And I will definitely add more to the storyline and the intricacies of the relationships of the Ionello family.

Also, I just read your Fanon and I love it. I enjoy how yours is more of a story opposed to my open-ended storylines, and how you're creating an entire town. Just so you know, your interest inspired me to make some additions. I created and completed three more pages for three more Ionello relatives. Hope you enjoy!

JennaLorena (talk) 00:51, May 8, 2013 (UTC)

Your fanon with Me and other people
Hey. I loaded Kate to the exchange, so here she is. Whoever takes the snapshots can download her. Now, this will be the discussion thing for the fanon in general, so I have a question: Did you know there's already another fanon based on The Hunger Games? Me!-Bwahaha! 04:18, May 23, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Hey Blue, I was wondering if I could be the official spelling-and-grammar fixer on our Hunger Games fanon. Also, if it's okay, I'd like to be the main writer for teams Twinbrook and Bridgeport. Not, like, take it over, but I love Bridgport for one thing and Kate is in Twinbrook, and I want to write her out. Me!-Bwahaha! 17:10, May 23, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

What up, Blue, my homie. I finished what I was doing with the contestants section, so now we need Moonlight Falls fighters. My personal suggestions:

Emelie Van Gould

Bailey Swain

Malcolm Harris

Sammy Dhupam       Me!-Bwahaha! 01:46, May 24, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

3 things, dear Blue. In your recent message about the life states, I agree, but we already have a werewolf. Two: I thought the pictures were supposed to be from sims 3 because of Kate. 3: I'd preffer to have all ideas down before we write chapter one. I like what you did, but maybe we should have a flashback about Bella leaving to space, changing it  from the usual story to make it her fault. Mind if I edit to fit that in? Me!-Bwahaha! 22:38, May 24, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Dear Blue Spiky Creature, I am in the USA, but I rarely get to be on chat. See, my dad allows it, but mom doesn't, so I only get to chat at his house, and the schedule is kind crazy right now. So I'll chat as often as I can, but that's two days a week maximum. I also forgot which deaths we have planned. Other than my choice for Hidden Springs, what do you think of my main character ideas? Me!-Bwahaha! 17:01, May 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Hey, I don't know where Jr is. We're friends now on the sims3.com, but that's the last I heard from him. I like the main characters idea too, but maybe we should try to find him to make sure he knows who to focus on. Mom wouldn't even let me on IRC chat. I'm working on Chapter 3, putting it where you told me to, and I'd be fine with making the pictures. I don't own Island Paradise, though, so you wouldn't be able to see the ocean, just the ships, but I'd do it. Me!-Bwahaha! 17:27, May 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I'll send Jr a note on his page on Sims 3, if I can figure out how it works. You should probably contact him on here, too. And no problem about the pictures, I'd be happy to do it. I'm morbid that way. Me!-Bwahaha! 17:37, May 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I can't contact Jr, the site is being slow. I'll send him something at Dad's house, though. I think our plan is a good one. I did look at your idea, and I agree, though I think it should be every fourth chapter, like 4, 8, 12, and so on. Can you check out the idea I posted? I'm working on Chapter 3 right now in the discussion section. Me!-Bwahaha! 17:52, May 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Hey Porky, I added a chapter idea. Please look at it and tell me what you think. Also, Jr is back. He just edited something.

P.S:Can I actually call you Porky? Me!-Bwahaha! 20:38, May 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Sorry about the porky thing, ''Blue. Definetely Blue''. I'll just call you that. Now, I was thinking every three chapters could be about Alexanders 1 and 2. Like, 1 alex, 2, 3, 4 alex, 5, 6, 7 alex, 8, 9, 10 alex, and so forth. Yes, I'd like you to add Moonlight Falls people to our list. I'll add more paragraphs to chapter 3, then can I put it on the real page? Me!-Bwahaha! 20:51, May 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Dear Blue, I was going to take one picture of a boat from Island Paradise and not show to ocean in the rest, using the boats' sizes as an excuse. I  do have an alien I could use, if you decide to make all pictures sims 3, but I don't know, I guess she could be human. She has to be smart, though.

I thought of her as just a background character who loves her son and doesn't really do anything except for help him once he's king. I think we should call her Jaqueline, if we decide for her to be human and in the sims 2. She could die, for betraying the evil Alexander. Me!-Bwahaha! 21:15, May 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Well, I'm pretty sure there isn't 52 ways to die in sims 3, so some of them will have to die the same way. And I think Alexander II should accidentaly see his stepmother's execution {she's his stepmother, right? since he's a clone?} in book two, and he gets mad and decides to defeat his father. Me!-Bwahaha! 21:22, May 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Sure thing. I'm on today, so if you get on chat I will too. Me!-Bwahaha! 17:11, May 26, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Alright, here's the deal. I now want to take the pictures, and you've hired somebody else. Can there be two picture-takers? Me!-Bwahaha! 23:31, May 27, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Hey, blue, I like that chapter, but maybe you should make the pace a little slower. Maybe they won't believe Bob until the ship actually crashes. If you don't mind, I'd actually like to take chapter 5, since I had an idea for it. Also, It will be a while until I can take pictures {I have to build the island in create-a-world, unless I can find one on the Exchange} so perhaps Beira, if that's how you spell it, can take pictures on the boat, and I can take pictures off of it once I build the island. As for your death ideas, I love some of the accedents, but I'm afraid if everyone dies a different way, hardly any of them will have killed each other. Can you recommend an island on the exchange? Me!-Bwahaha! 16:09, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I'm not allowed on chat today, since this is Mom's house, but this is still a good way to talk. I'll start my draft on chapter five now, and YES! There should totally be a tomb! An ancient one that not even Alexander the First knew about! But they should find it later, after more people are on the battlefield. I'll search for islands too. Me!-Bwahaha! 16:53, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I love the island and the castaway furniture! See, this is why I don't find everything I want on mod the sims. I just don't know what I'm doing. I love the poses, too, they are marvelous. So, I just posted a bit of chapter five on the ideas page, so I'd like it if you would check on that. And I won't be able to download the island and furniture until this weekend, so there will still be a delay. Me!-Bwahaha! 17:21, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Love the poses! Here's my contribution for the romance side: http://www.modthesims.info/download.php?t=478599 Me!-Bwahaha! 18:08, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Sorry, I don't have a cowplant. I was thinking they could discover a guy from previous games named Brian who had hidden in the tomb. Also, a mummy, and someone could get cursed. I think some of our main characters, about six of them, should join Brian {who is named after a kick-butt guy from real life} so that they live to the next fanon in the trilogy. Me!-Bwahaha! 18:16, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Thanks. What did you think of my Brian and the tomb people idea? Me!-Bwahaha! 18:27, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Or Cassandra got chucked in a time portal to be in the games {Because Alex I hated her as well as Bella} and she met Brian and hid with him but then she died and Brian wants revenge on Alexander. Me!-Bwahaha! 18:43, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

YES! The evil Alex kidnapped his pregnant sister and her husband and threw them back in time! And the milk of a cow plant turned the baby into an adult before his time! An perhaps the others don't trust him completely because of his connections to Alex, dispite how much Brian hates Alex. They think that Brian is lying and the weapon is to help the Watcher, but they don't know what to do because they'll die without Brian. Me!-Bwahaha! 18:54, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

P.S: They're wrong and Brian is a good guy, but it makes for DRAMA!

YES! Alex threw his pregnant sister and her husband back in time, and the milk of a cow plant turned Brian into an adult before his time, and he's angry because his parents died! Now some of the people don't trust him because he's Alex's nephew, and they think he's lying and the weapon is to help Alex, but they don't know what to do because they need Brian's help to survive! Also, I finished chapter 5. Me!-Bwahaha! 18:58, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

P.S.:They're wrong, Brian is a good guy, but it makes for drama!

Ohhhhhh. :( See, Brian is based off of a friend of mine who'd only in his fourties. So I'd rather him just be an adult. And why can't he have the superweapon? I wasn't against it when I talked about the other people not trusting him, I was just saying the characters might not like it, for a story idea.  The guitar thing is awesome, though. Me!-Bwahaha! 19:06, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Again, YES! You have the genius trait, my friend! He has a letter begging him to help get rid of Alexander but he's the first one to succeed! But I don't have University, so he can only have five traits, so maybe: Virtuoso {for the guitar}, Eccentric {for his superweapon}, Brooding {for his desire for revenge}, Athletic {for how he survived in the arena}, and Disciplined {for his fighting skill}. And we still have to do that cowplant thing, but not too much milk, because the games haven't been around that long. What do you think of chapter five? Ready to post? Me!-Bwahaha! 19:19, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

No, he's actually only four years old. He got the bad effect of the elixir of life, but he didn't drink all of it, so he got a partial bad effect. I suppose Kate isn't the only fanon sim now. Should I post chapter 5? Me!-Bwahaha! 19:32, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Okay. Then, let me see if I have this right: Cassandra and Don got thrown back in time to medieval. She had a son named Brian. Cassandra and Don were executed by Alex. Brian found a way to stop aging at forty {by being a vampire?} and has been biding his time four thousands of years to destroy Alexander. Am I right? And wouldn't he be fanon, since I made him? Me!-Bwahaha! 19:42, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Okay, he sounds kick-butt. I like it. Should he have his own page? Me!-Bwahaha! 19:49, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I was thinking he could have the personality of Haymitch, the face of my friend, and the body of a guy who lives in a cave fighting off creatures and fending for himself. I'll show you this weekend. Me!-Bwahaha! 19:56, May 28, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Hey, can you hang out on chat this saturday? I'll get to chat then. And I saw your beginnings of chapter 6, and one thing:Wasn't Betty the one that believed Bob? Why is she shocked that he was right? Me!-Bwahaha! 22:41, May 30, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I don't know which time to chat, so it'll be slightly random. I see what you mean about Betty. I like your idea about Maximus, and the one about Laurel. While we're talking about her, please don't kill her off. I have an idea about her death. Also, am I the only one who thinks she's ugly? Me!-Bwahaha! 22:42, May 31, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Okay, the death of Laurel will be orchestrated by me. I'm on chat now, so if you can, please join. Me!-Bwahaha! 17:42, June 1, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I don't know where he is. I have some news: I can't do the pictures anymore because a mod backfired and my dad probably doesn't want any mods anymore. Sorry. Me!-Bwahaha! 22:40, June 1, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Well, our non-mod thing is temporary. I need to figure stuff out. But it would be nice if you could find another picture person. Me!-Bwahaha! 23:45, June 2, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Maybe chapter 6 could be about the second and third ships landing, and the tension building. See, if you think youae gonna die, you go all crazy fighting to stay alive, even if nothing has happened yet. I find that interesting, so could i write about that? Sorry to be late, I have been working on other fanons. Me!-Bwahaha! 20:34, June 5, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I forgot about our ambush plan! But sure, write the alex one. Remember not to publish it until chapter 6 is published, though. Me!-Bwahaha! 22:41, June 5, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Okay, I'll work on it. And I love what a little twisted-up acid-soaked sack of bloody gravel you've made Alex 1's heart into! And who's Draco? Me!-Bwahaha! 17:09, June 10, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Ah, I see. Here, judging from this passage, is Bart Inkbeard TOO much of a jerk?

"Fat, lazy idiots!" Bart Inkbeard howled. "They said no stops on land, and we're going straight to an island! Stupid sons of--" "Bart, it's okay, maybe we're just stopping for repairs. We'll be okay." Selena said."You, maybe. Me, NO! I could just kick that captain in the stomach!"

Me!-Bwahaha! 17:26, June 10, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Blue, chapter 6 is finished! Please go check it, yo! Me!-Bwahaha! 01:41, June 12, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Asking fanon stuff
I edited chapter 7. Great job with the plot! I also removed the part about Patty's real age in chapter 6. Could you do me a favor and copy and paste the two of them onto the real fanon page? Me!-Bwahaha! 21:29, June 12, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I like the rivalry between the sisters, but why would Patty fight over Bart? She's too old for him. I like Annie as Foxface, and I was thinking that there could be a pack of Bart and Maximus, but Max kills Selena so Bart tries to kill Max but he loses and dies. Max is going totally feral. Me!-Bwahaha! 18:44, June 14, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Sorry, today is not one of my days to chat. Tomorrow is, though, so I can see you then. On another note, I need your input as an author. Could you kindly tell me what you think of this, please? Me!-Bwahaha! 19:04, June 14, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I like the Max ideas, but I wasn't thinking it was that he was against love, simply that you have to have everybody dead to win. I don't know which time. I'll message you tomorrow if I get an opportunity to chat. So over where you are, school's out? OoO It's noon over here. Me!-Bwahaha! 19:16, June 14, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Sure, take it away with ten, but don't you think we should write eight and nine first? And could we scrap pictures? It seems like it would be easier without pics. And doesn't Brian count as fanon, since he is fiction by a fan? Me!-Bwahaha! 19:26, June 14, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I just wish there was a way to advertise fanon. :(

Should I make pages for Calixte and Brian, then? Brian is a Lothario, right? Me!-Bwahaha! 19:34, June 14, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Okay, but how would Brian know this stuff? All about what happened to his father? Me!-Bwahaha! 19:41, June 14, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I'm on chat now. Me!-Bwahaha! 23:20, June 15, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Hey Blue. Nice to talk to ya. :) I'm working on Eight...Very slowly, sorry....so you could take nine. No prob about the chat, BTW. If I'm slow in responding to your messages, sorry. I've been busy since my family and I are moving. :p Me!-Bwahaha! 22:21, June 19, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I've been super busy lately, sorry. I'd preffer to write it. I'm having writer's block on that, though, So it'll be a while. :( Me!-Bwahaha! 18:26, June 20, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

It's okay. I didn't feel rushed; never do when it comes to fanon. I appreciate that you want to get this done. :) Me!-Bwahaha! 19:17, June 20, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I am on chat right now, if you can join me. Me!-Bwahaha! 21:27, June 20, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Chapter eight is finished. Are you okay with the use of *s instead of bad words, or should bad words be entirely absent? Me!-Bwahaha! 22:59, June 20, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

That's what I'm saying! Someone suggested using 'shoot', but I thought it seemed a bit weak. Is chapter eight okay with you, the way I wrote it? And could you join chat? Me!-Bwahaha! 16:39, June 21, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Chapters 8 and 9 are out! You can begin ten! :) 23:21, June 21, 2013 (UTC)Me!-Bwahaha!Hurshbr

"Behavior" v. "behaviour"
"Behavior" is the correct US English spelling of the word, and AwesomeMod consistently uses US spelling. If an article consistently uses commonwealth English except for a few words that use US spelling, changing those words to commonwealth English is fine -- but even then, please do not say that the US spellings are incorrect. They are not, they are just different. Dharden (talk) 20:43, June 21, 2013 (UTC)

Fanon again

 * You must have posted to my talk page about the same time as I posted to yours. I apologize if I seem to have taken a harder tone than was needed. Anyway, if you spell it "-our" or "-iour", odds are we leave out the "u". Dharden (talk) 20:47, June 21, 2013 (UTC)

Actually, Bob and Betty cannot die, considering they live non-zombified in all games. And I don't think they should have a child in Part One. Maybe in Part Two or Three, though, so there wouldn't be two children in the arena. Calixte is my FAVORITE idea we've had. How fitting that the child of death himself be raised in an arena where tons of people die! >:) Me!-Bwahaha! 22:26, June 21, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I'd love to take chapter 12! Also, 10 is done being edited (I changed the poem, hope you don't mind) and I'm working on 11.Me!-Bwahaha! 21:07, June 23, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Okay. I think Laurel should die in chapter 14 or 15, and the Max-Bart betrayal is around 17. I love our fanon. I might get on chat, so please stay on until I find out. :) Me!-Bwahaha! 21:54, June 23, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Blue! Those people we listed as Starlight Shores kids are all from Lucky Palms! We've got no Starlight Shores teens! Me!-Bwahaha! 23:02, June 23, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Sorry, no chat tonight. :( Idea about Elspeth and grim: She meets him at her death, but she has a death flower. It's love-at-first-nice-gesture. He lets her live, and their romance begins. Kapeesh? Me!-Bwahaha! 22:50, June 24, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Okay, I like that Grim would give her the flower back, but she can't kill Max or Bart. Max is the one who kills Bart, and Max is way more powerful than Elspeth. So maybe she was killed by someone else? Or just doesn't kill her killer? Me!-Bwahaha! 16:34, June 26, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

P.S: I am not going to have much internet access until the 19th of July. Sorry.

Sorry i am busy so much. Sure, what you said sounded good. I am so busy that my chapter is crawling. Me!-Bwahaha! 19:20, June 27, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I'm on! Also, writing now! Me!-Bwahaha! 20:34, June 27, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Survival Island Remodelling
As you will notice, I am remodelling the Survival Island pages. Please don't continue my job, I will when I can. Hope you enjoy how it looks etc. If you have have any problems, please notify me Spell-Caster Jr (talk)

Notice
You and -xxEliteProTommyxx- had engaged in revert warring on Salty Seaworth and Triton King. The page has been protected for 6 hours to counter any further developments. I do agree with you that his edits were unnecessary but you went back and forth reverting each other, which is against the wiki's policies. In future if you revert a user and they revert you back, report it. If you're in a dispute with another user on how an article should be laid out then please take it to the talk page of the article. Leave me a message if you have any questions. 20:37, July 12, 2013 (UTC)

Re: Fanon
Sorry, I had to leave chat, but I had to go have supper. Can we discuss this on Monday around 8.30. I'll try and come on Chat at the weekend if I can but I'm quite busy and my Grandpa's computer is really slow. Thanks :) Chunkyheels (talk ) 21:06, July 12, 2013 (UTC)

Hi, I have started writing the chapter but I wanted to know if the idea of Rose and Alexander's first attempt at a clone son falling in love was still happening because I could add him in at the end. Chunkyheels (talk ) 11:55, August 8, 2013 (UTC)

Ok, I'll end the chapter with her Dad being taken again and Rose leaving n her own. Chunkyheels (talk ) 12:14, August 8, 2013 (UTC)

Survival Island
Can you join chat? Me!-Bwahaha! 17:51, July 13, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Sorry I couldn't be on chat. I began my chapter. Sure the civil war thing sounds good to me. I can chat tomorrow if possible. Me!-Bwahaha! 02:11, July 14, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Ehhhh, whoooo. That is the sound of me breathing deeply. Blue, my chapter that was in progress is now obselete. lucky palms has arrived already. What should I do?Me!-Bwahaha! 02:20, July 20, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Rose's War Logo Idea
Here you go :) Spell-Caster Jr (talk) 15:33, July 18, 2013 (UTC)

Surprise!


Which chapter? Me!-Bwahaha! 14:22, July 20, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Chat
Join chat please :) Spell-Caster Jr (talk) 17:59, July 20, 2013 (UTC)

I'm on chat right now. Me!-Bwahaha! 23:33, July 20, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

The Goth Battles Logo


When can we release our ready unpublished chapters? So excited! I'm proud of Chapter 18, in a weird way. Me!-Bwahaha! 01:06, July 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

I've joined chat now. Me!-Bwahaha! 21:09, July 25, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Fanon
Hi, Blue. I'm VickySims. Is your fanon finished or no yet? Well, I want to read it!!!

Goodbye. Vicky  (discusión ) 23:12, July 25, 2013 (UTC)


 * Hi, no it isn't finished and we are still writing it. For the rest of the holiday, a chapter is going to be realised every Monday and Thursday. They are called Roses war and Survival Island,. Hope you enjoy them,  Blue12porcupine   talk  17:21, July 26, 2013 (UTC)

I'm writing CHAPTERS on Rose's War? O_O I had no idea, honestly. I want to introduce Brian when Elspeth fights him, after her child is born. Rose's friends are too young for Alexander, sorry. I'll write my chapter soon. Me!-Bwahaha! 20:13, August 1, 2013 (UTC)Hurshbr

Sig
Hi Blue, Like my new sig? Sophic2 Talk   09:58, August 2, 2013 (UTC)

Featured Fan Fiction
Yes, Sincere apologies, but then I had to rush the fan fiction description since I was somewhat busy and couldn't read the fanon, relying only on the main page description. If you have a suggestion, feel free to leave me a description that you like. As for the Author, I will get that fixed right away. MILK FOR THE UNYUUFEX, FLAT CHEST FOR THE CUTENESS THRONE, SKULLS FOR THE SKULL PROBES (user talk:Mathetesalexandrou) 15:30, August 3, 2013 (UTC)

Jysella Plazma Coldstalker (talk) 01:43, August 13, 2013 (UTC)

Hey! This is still in the really early stages, so some things may change over time. Sorry it's a long read :S

Phases they say. See a doctor the others say. I don't need to see a doctor, and it's not a phase. People say I'm crazy, and they're probably right since I've spent the last four years of my life in an asylum because people thought I was insane. I'm not even sure what I did was wrong, in fact I don't remember what I did at all. Perhaps it's because the electroshock therapy fried my brain? I don't know. I just know I'm a completely different person because people didn't think I was what they considered to be 'perfect'. My family, the people responsible for my stay at the White Rabbit Asylum, is coming to pick me up and take me home for my birthday in the next two days. So here I am, waiting for two hours at the closed rusty gate with my small suitcase in-hand and my raggity teddy bear in the other, emotionlessly staring at the desolate road in front of me just waiting to see my parent's car come over the small hill. The sun was setting, the warm light cast a warm orange glow over the dead grass and illuminated the sky in a firey light like a wild fire on a savanah. The fall leaves rustled across the ground as a cool breeze swept along the land.

I looked back at the asylum and saw my doctor on the asylum's stoop, patiently watching over me. He waved slightly, but gave no emotion. He just stood there in his white labcoat, black pants and dress shoes with circular glasses on his face that made him look soulless when the sunlight shone on the spectacles. I waved back slowly. In the distance, I heard a car approaching and I let out a small sigh. "Honey, we're here!" My mother cheerfully exclaimed as my father pulled up in front of me. My mom was in her forties but had several surgeries in an attempt to keep her youth, and yet it made her look unsightly. She had an unearthly smile and a very tight skinned face with lips so plump you could probably sit on them with no trouble at keeping balance. Her cheekbones stuck out as if someone had put jumbo gumballs in her face and her breasts were so huge she wouldn't need the airbag if she were in an accident. My father is going on fifty and is greying out, he's beginning to find it tough to move around and yet he too tries to turn to surgery. Although his surgeries aren't in his face, he keeps implants in some of his muscle areas to make it look like he works out, but if you were to shine a bright flashlight on his abs, they'd light up like christmas lights.

"What are you waiting for? Get in!" My father said cheerfully as well. I hung my head a little and turned back to my doctor, but to my dismay he had already gone back inside. The Doctor was really my only friend at the asylum, he was the only one that understood me but he unfortunately couldn't do anything about the brain surgeries or electroshock therapy sessions, or therapy for that matter. He was like family. My dad unlocked the passenger side door and I silently slipped in, I was so quiet my dad had to look in the review mirror to tell if I was in or not. I shut the door and looked at my older sister who was talking on her cell phone to some of her old high school buddies. "And I was like 'No way! you got neon lime jeans?' and she said 'yes way!' and I was all like 'Gurrrllll they make your butt look like Mt. Everest!' and she was all quite for like two minutes!" She chirped, popping her gum in between sentances. My sister was a gossip girl you could say. She hasn't had any plastic surgery yet but for her twenty first birthday, she's getting breast and lip implants, and maybe even an eyebrow lift, curtesy of my mother. "How did it go my little sweetie pie?" My mother cooed, looking at me from the mirror as my dad put the car in drive and began driving down the road to go home. "It was fine." I murmured, my voice was barely audible. Suddenly my sister groaned and shoved me, she hit me in the shoulder so hard, it felt like a she used a bat. "MOOMMM! She totally reeks! And she was on MY side!"

"Now Joyce try to be understanding, your sister has been in that ghastly asylum for four years, unfortunately it was the cheapest one we could get because I needed to get my boobs done." "But Mom-" "Joyce listen to your mother." My father croaked from the driver seat, his voice was often smooth and nuturing, but it was all an act when we were in public. At least from what I remember. My family acted like they were the most perfect people to ever grace the face of the earth, but sometimes an apple looks really appetizing and when you bite into it, it's rotten and has worms. I said nothing, I peered out of the window trying to remember what it was that I had done that was so wrong for me to be locked away. I couldn't remember. The sun had gone down considerably and the further away we were of the asylum, the grass became more and more alive. My parents and Joyce were arguing over my apparent stench, but I couldn't smell anything, intead I ignored them. We soon came to a stop sign, we were just outside Sunset Valley and were so close to home. As the moon slowly rose from its hiding place, I looked at the lot beside us. There was a small family, laughing and playing like they didn't have a care in the world, like nothing bad was happening. The father was playing catch with his son and the daughter was helping her mother carry out plates of food to the others while a small terrier gnawed on a bone in his dog house.

Why can't my family be like that? They're so focused on becoming society's entity of perfection that they forget they look horrible. Why do they spend their money on such a foolish thing when that money could have gone to help the homeless, or sick children or help fund important movements. If there was one thing that I wish there would be less of, it would be vanity. The world would be such a greater place with a thing like vanity gone. Sometimes I wonder how great the difference would be if people stopped thinking they were utterly hideous because someone else said so. "How were things at the asylum, Adele?" My mother asked again. I cringed at my name, I never liked it. I never knew the meaning of it, but there are just some words that you dislike. "It was fine." I murmured once again, clutching my teddy bear tightly. "Really, nothing went wrong? In ALL those four years?" My father asked while he pulled into the driveway. My left eye began to twitch, how could they be so clueless? How could they act like they didn't do anything? "Well, it's awfuly hard for me to remember. I haven't seen you guys in four years." I said the last part sternly, my parents looked at me as if I had struck them. There was a burning glare on my father's long face and a hurt expression on my mother's petite complexion. Or what was left of it. "Honey, we would've called but-"

"But what? You were busy with surgeries? Company meetings? Potlucks? Vacations? You guys forgot about me! You left me to rot!" I raised my voice, balling up my fist and squeezing my teddy bear's arm, my mother jolted at my voice but still had a look like she didn't know what she did was wrong. "Ugh, I'll have to call you back. My sister's totally being a weirdo, as always." Joyce rolled her eyes and closed her cell phone, she then got out of the car and slammed her door shut while my father quickly got out of the car to unlock the front door. "Adele... We didn't mean to ignore you for so long, we had important things to attend to." My mother tried to sooth, her cool blue eyes watering up when she turned around to face me from the passenger seat in the front of the car. "Oh yeah, important. Whatever it is, I hope it was important enough to ignore my existance." I sneered then reached behind my seat to get my luggage. "No, wait, honey!" My mother cried, getting out of the car as I stomped up the concreat steps to our house. I angrily pushed past my father and started stomping up the stairs to my room. I stopped at the top of the stairs, since it was dark out, I was concealed in the shadows. I watched my mom and dad hug one another. "When should we tell her?" My mother whispered, my dad only shook his head. "Definitely not now." He replied softly. I narrowed my eyes at them and walked towards my bedroom, the posters I kept on there still present. This almost brought a smile to my face. Slowly, I entered my room. All of my things were still where I had left them but they were covered in a thick layer of dust.

My knicknacks are still strewn around my dresser, they were figurines of supernatural creatures like fairies, vampires, that sort of thing. I plopped down on my matress, dust coming up into the air once I sat. It was very awkward for me to be here after everything, my parents haven't changed a whole lot and my sister is still a jerk. Sometimes I wish I wasn't considered the weird one of the family, that's all I really am to these people anyway. The weird one. There was a knock at my door, I wanted to yell at them to go away but I said nothing. "Dear?" My mother said, pushing the door open slightly. The hinges creaked and so did the boards when she walked across the room and gently sat on my bed beside me. "I'm sorry, I really am. We didn't mean to ignore you for so long, it's just we had to settle some family things." She said soothingly and patted me on the head, I didn't make eye-contact with her. In fact, I tried to ignore her. "Just leave me alone." I murmured before burying my head in a pillow. My mother groaned then walked out of my room, shutting the door on her way out. Why does she persist with this 'family matters' stuff? If family mattered to them, they would've at least called me while I was at the asylum, but no. They didn't. I'm just angry, four years and nothing. Now they pick me up and take me home like nothing happened. Stupid people. Eventually, I get up and begin to put away my clothes and dust off my items. After a few hours, my room looked normal again but I was still angered by everyone. From my sister's room beside mine, I could hear obnoxiously loud pop music and awful singing, I did nothing and instead ignored it. I walked on the wooden floor, the boards creaked and some cracked as I walked on it towards my window. It had began to rain, thunder and lightning, but I looked out of my window anyway and peered at the houses next to and in front of ours.

They were abandoned and falling apart, before I was locked up, kids at school said there are creatures that inhabit the abandoned houses. I stared at a window with a sheet over it, there have been more then one time I've dreamed of running away and hiding in these houses but I wouldn't have anything to eat and nowhere to sleep. At least comfortably. "Dinner is ready! Adele, I made your favorite!" My mom yelled from the stairs, the oboxiously horrific pop music abruptly stopped and my sister casually walked down the hall. "Dinner's ready you little freakshow." She insulted, kicking my closed door. The sudden thumping soud made me look at it, I shook my head at my sister's constent bullying. After giggling a little, Joyce trotted downstairs. I sighed and looked out of my window again, but my mouth dropped open and I could feel myself going into a cold sweat. I was looking into the eyes of someone I've never seen before, they were standing in the abandoned house at the window I was looking at before. I could tell they were female and they looked innocent. I just stared at her, fear settling at the pit of my stomach, my throat went dry then I forced myself to take in a deep breath. I felt my heart begin to race as the lady mouthed something to me then straightened her white dress. I couldn't tell what she said and I shook my head. She mouthed whatever it was again but this time she had a stern expression on her face as she hit the window with her fist, shattering it. Just as she hit the window and broke it, a large bolt of lightning struck the backyard of the abandoned house, it was so bright I had to squeaze my eyes shut and cover them as the loud sound pierced through my ears. Shaking, I looked out of the window again and the lady was gone and the window was fixed. The wind was howling and blew leaves across the yards as it made a soft howling noise that sent a shiver up my spine. "ADELE! Dinner!" My father demanded, the sudden voice made me flinch and gasp. I blinked a few times then slowly went downstairs, it was hard to walk because my legs were shaking so violently. I tried to steady my shaky breathing in the time it took to walk down the creaky steps. It proved difficult but I finally reached the end of the staircase and staggered into the dining room just as my mother served fresh biscuits, although they were the kind that came in a tube you'd have to smack against the edge of the counter in order to open it. There was also slices of freshly baked chicken smothered in delicious gravy as well as steamed broccoli and mashed potatoes. Of course, everything on the table was instent, the chicken and it's gravy came from an aluminum tin from the market, the mashed potatoes were dust but only needed water and warmth to cook. Everything was instent except the broccoli, which my mother needed to research how to steam it in the steamer. I reached out my shaking hand and held onto the chair and pulled it out, my sister stared at me as did my father for an unknown reason.

My mother looked at me and gasped while she dropped the small wicker basket of bisuits onto the table, she then rushed over and put her hand on my forehead. "What- Are you okay? You're so pale and... and sweaty. Are you okay? Speak to me!" My mother sputtered and stammered, almost too fast for me to understand, several times I tried to respond but she was still talking. "I-I just thought I saw a girl in the abandoned building. Lightning flashed and she disappeared. I-It was a ghost!" I exclaimed, still shaking but to my surprise my mother enclosed me in a motherly embrace and swayed me from side to side in an attempt to calm me down. I was completely shocked because of this. She never usually does this, I don't know what's wrong with her. I looked up at her, then my father and sister. "She's still oozing! Get her a napkin." Joyce teased with an overly satisfied giggle. My mother unwrapped her arms and wiped my forehead again, I noticed wet spots on her light blue shirt, was I really sweating that much? "Be quiet Joyce." My father croaked then shoved a large piece of broccoli into his mouth. "No, Desmond. We need to talk." My mother said, she had began to sweat as well. "What? What's wrong?" I spoke up, my eyes bouncing from my father to my mother and even Joyce like I was watching a game of pingpong. Desmond, my father, glanced at my mom and rolled his eyes with a grin but then his expression went blank. He sprang up from his chair, so fast the chair fell onto the floor with a loud and distinct thud. "Nothing dear, eat your dinner. Come on, Desmond!" My mother soothed, patted me on the head once more then ran into the living room and shut the doors. "You little weirdo, you did it!" Joyce grumbled and bit into a corn cob. The room went quiet, nothing but the sounds of Joyce's pig-like eating the sound of my breathing, apart from the thunder and lightning outside. I could hear my mother and father yelling every once in a while then shushing it each other. I shook my head, I didn't know what was going on, instead I took some chicken from the plate along with mashed potatoes and some broccoli. What was so surprising about an apperance? It was probably just a hallucination, I haven't very good sleep and even less quality food. The shouts of my parents were still flying through the air, something about wasted money and lies. I still couldn't figure out what was so incredibly important. After an hour or so, me and Joyce were done with dinner and waited for our parents to come back, but they didn't. "Well, freakshow, bed time." Joyce yawned, taking our plates to the sink although she tried to strut she accidentally passed gas quite loudly. I began to laugh but she turned around and glared at me before slamming the plates into the sink. I ran up the stairs to my room before my sister could attack angrier then an enraged bull. I quickly locked my door when I heard Joyce running up the stairs. Of course she hit the door several times before screaming and stomping into her own room. "Finally." I laughed then turned around, my eyes darted to the window I looked out of an hour earlier. Slowly creeping toward the window, I peered out of it once again. The wind howling made the hair on the back of my neck stand on end, it also put a knot in my stomach as I stared at the window again. I heard whispers in the wind, like someone trying to tell my something. I shook my head and covered my ears, shutting my eyes tightly. But when I opened my eyes again, the lady in white was floating outside my window.

I scream and fall backwards, trying to scramble away from her but to my horror this became worse when I saw her coming through the window and the wall. "What?" I whispered then hit my bedroom door. The lady stared at me emotionlessly and floated down to the floor and got onto her feet. I held my head and looked up at her, she was mouthing something again. "What?" I said again in a whisper and in disbelief. What was I seeing? What was this? Her face contorted into an angry expression. "STOP ME!" She yelled with an unearthly voice, it sounded like more then one voice was speaking. The doorknob began to turn and as soon as the door had opened a huge flash of lightning flooded the room, I closed my eyes again and the lady disappeared. "What are you screaming at?" Joyce grumbled. "Uhh..." "Weirdo." She slammed the door shut. The rain had stopped, it was as if it never rained in the first place. I crawled onto my bed and buried myself in pillows and blankets. I felt so cold, I was shaking, and I felt incredinly sick. Who was this lady? Why was she asking me to stop her? I don't understand...