Hi there |D

It's been a while for me. I haven't just been missing the game and my friends, I've missed my old characters. So... guess what this blog is LOL

YEAH. RP blog.

So, friends, would you be so kind to humor me? I know a lot of my deer haven't seen their mates in a long time. Skokey's been pining a bit for his oldest friends. AndIjustneedsomethingtoDOOOOO.

Any of my deer are available, obviously. I know I only have two active right now, but that doesn't matter.

Yes the title has to do with Nightmare Before Christmas. As short as that last little song is, it's my favorite ;;

[center][=khaki][i]I like you, friend. Care to walk with me?

"Where are you taking that, Chanse?"

A short woman with black silken locks turned to her son, who had shared most of her features. Her violet eyes met his identical irises. The boy turned, a sandwich wrapped up in his hands.

"To a friend's." He answered timidly.

"Which one?" Xylia smirked, cocking her head.

"Um..." A pause. "Uh-- he's waiting, I gotta go." Chanse gave his mother a quick peck on the cheek before making for the door.

Just then he was tackled and clung to by a younger, chocolate haired boy. The littler one looked up at him. "Can I come? I'm bored."

"Well yeah, but I'm not coming straight home..."

"I don't caaaare, I just wanna go somewhere." Ketan blinked and faked a pout to ensure that his brother would agree. It worked, and he smiled. "Where are we going?"

"Just around town. I think there's a new shop and I wanna check it out."

The two boys scrambled out the door and onto the street. Their father, Vessel, passed them by. He asked where they were going, how long they would be, be safe, and all the other parental things he could review before going inside. Chanse answered everything politely. Somehow when he did that, it made his father smile. Vessel didn't smile all that often. He still couldn't figure out why.

And so they went. Chanse led the way with Ketan beside him, who was whistling happily. They passed by several houses and crossed a few streets. The neighbor kids said hello, offered to play a game with them, and ran away with no less enthusiasm after they were turned down. The two brothers seemed as close as they would ever be, even with the strange age gap between them. Ketan seemed to be stuck at age 7. Chanse was 13, but looked much younger. They couldn't quite figure each other out, but either way, they were happy to be friends.

But there came a time when they stopped at the corner of a block and Chanse stopped them. He turned, waving the wrapped sandwich around.

Because I'm lame and need cheering up. But I only have 10 minutes so I won't finish this before school resumes LOL

My boys (and I'm leaving some out) are Skokey, Vessel, Bellsio, Andy, Antoine, Skelter, Ross, Giuseppe, Mime, Zen, Y, Teddy, and Jinhai.

.... Holy hell LOL Well I'll have fun with this...

1. What do you do for a living?
Me? Wha-- I'm an architect...
A psychologist. Or therapist. Whichever you prefer.
I lihve? No johb for me, nuh-uh cB
I work at another nursing home. I kinda miss Bells, though...
A prosecuting attourney.
Office work. Uh... kinda hard to explain... *rubs neck*
Well right now I work with Ma 'n Pa on the farm. I get an allowance for it.
N-Nothing. I used to h-help my mother w-with her f-farm, but n-now I don't live there anym-more.
I'm a circus performer, dude! Wanna see something cool? *CONTORT*
I'm in the army. And that's all I'm saying.
Hmmm~... I suppose I go around universe to universe to see what entertainment there is to be offered... It's hard to come by something actually interesting though.
I don't really have a job anymore... I just.. live in my car.
For a living? Well I suppose my whole life I've been sitting on a pole getting crows to fly away~

2. Are any other people living with you? Who are they?
[=orange]It's just me and my daughter Faytha now.

WARNING: Some bad language

Yeahhhhh... pretty self explanitory HUHU

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WARNING: Some drug use

I'M GETTING IMPATIENT 8U Also, sorry for updating all the other ones, I had to get the title in there...

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WARNING: Some sexual themes and bad language.

Stupid title is stupid 8D I finally got back to this story wtfffffff anyway.

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ARGH I swore I would do this some day. And now I have. HUHUUUU So late though wtf.



My closet full of crap that I almost never wear. WOO.



Fake flowers and evil alarm clock...



THIS IS WHERE BUSINESS IS TAKEN CARE OF.



My biggest dragon... I... collect them... shutup.



Self explanitory.



THIS IS ONLY PART OF MY COLLECTION. I took these pictures long before last Christmas, so two of my dragons aren't in any of these pictures.



I like me some movies. And sexy lava lamps.



More crap. More dragons. Gay blinds.



HAHAHAHA



This is where OTHER business is taken care of B|

That's... it. WOO.

WARNING: Drug use, some bad language

Huhu, here's what's happening while Skelter's being all happy and lovey >D

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There are things in life you'll learn and
Oh, in time you'll see.

It was all familiar here. The streets, the houses, the city itself felt like home again. He always said he didn't much like it here, but now he realized how much he missed it. It wasn't the sites or the feel of the city. It was the people. One person, actually. It was the whole reason he came here, back to America. He came here to start over, and that's exactly what he did. He was away from the scandal of England and the hardships of Russia. It felt like he was starting over once more just by visiting. He felt fresh and free.

The car came up to the one house he had been waiting to visit for months. It was all the same, nothing had changed. He stepped out of his car, walked up to the door, and knocked.

Don't run, don't hide, it will be alright.

The door opened, there she was, staring up at him in pleasant shock. She embraced him, only able to wrap around his waist because of his height. He returned her hug, running a hand down her prismatic hair. It was a clear difference from his dusty gray hair. She led him inside, sitting him down on the couch and greeting him once more. They caught up, him telling her of what he had been doing in Russia. She didn't say much about herself. She only told him that she was lonely. It was pretty clear to him why.

Time passed. They made lemonade, spoke about cooking, just talking for the sake of talking. Once again he wrapped his arms around her, dropping his voice to a whisper.

“I missed you...”

She felt like she was melting in his arms. “I love you...”

He wasn't allowed to love though. He was held back from it. If he loved anyone, they would only be hurt. He had to deny it. He had to protect her. It would hurt, but not as much as it would to see her broken for good. He began to pull away.

She paused, “... Do you love me?”

He couldn't answer her. He looked away, hooding his eyes. “I want to...