Um... hello, I'm new here in this big world.
Can you show me around a bit, please?
Can I follow you for a little while?
Just a little while, until I go to sleep.
And can I ask you things?
One or two questions, that is all.

I think I like the purple flowers best
But the red flowers sing in the wind.
Can you hear them? I can.
I guess because I'm new here.
Does everything sing in this place?
Maybe that's why I get sleepy.

The big statue at the end of the Pond
Always seems so lonely to me.
Can we go there, please?
I want to talk to him a bit.
I think he needs a friend or two
Just like I do.

Am I asking you too much?
I just want to understand it all!
Who made the birds and the frogs
And the squirrels and the trees
And us? Are we dreams here
or are we really real like the sky?
Can I dance with you?

Will you stay with me in the flower patch
Until I fall asleep?
I felt quite safe with you today
And I just want to find my way
I don't mean to ask too much
But I'm new here in this big world.

--for Blacksoul

In Which Sitka decides to find a new toy and meets a film legend.
We continue with our spirited heroine leaving the TV studio and heading down the street to the local department store on her quest to add to her collection of things that make her HAPPPEEE.


Llama doll, llama doll, oh llama llama llama LLAMA DOLL! BOOP! Ba-dum-dum-dum...

"Welcome to S Mart, how may I help you?"

Ooooh. Handsome. Big chin, black hair... kinda smells like old hay though. Wonder why he's got that big shiny glove--SHINY!

"Err... can I help you with anything?"

I can see my face in the shiny glove! Ugh. What did they do to my face back there? I look like a clown! But clowns are supposed to be fun, right? I'm so confused. Gotta get this stuff OFF.

"Hey. Um, why are you rubbing up against me like that? Don't make me put you out of the store. Would you please stop? You're leaving makeup on my last clean shirt!"

Ahh. Better. I look like ME again! Now to find a new friend. Bouncy bounce, down the way I go. Oh, handsome is coming with me! He looks grumpy. I wonder if my book is here, then he can read it and feel better. And I think my new friend is down--THERE.

"Come back here, you're making a mess! Stop... bouncing... around like that! You're trashing Housewares and I don't want to get my... pay... docked again!"

Whee! We're playing Tag! He comes close and tries to get me and I just bouncy bounce away. This is much more fun than the other grumpy guy who just sat there and asked me silly questions. I wonder where all those crashing noises are coming from?

"Security? No, it's not an old hag this time. It's a deer. No, I'm not kidding. Just get up here."

I took a major hiatus there. D:<
Well, my computer was stolen by my sister, who just moved back in. And this computer I'm on is really, really slow. *kicks family comp* So, unless I can get the game to run well on this computer, I won't be on much... However, I've been begging my dad to help me put together a decent computer out of some parts he had lying around. As it turns out, he used to work at a computer store. Is there anything he hasn't done? Anyway, I might be getting a new one soon enough, but until then, I shouldn't be on much at all.
:c

http://www.livestream.com/haloghost

Only one person talked to me today, though I had a total of 5 viewers at one point. There must be some shy people out there.

Call ME a whore, willya, you creep? I don't need this. I don't need your patronizing glare and your protective arm and your ultimatums. If I wanna go watch the show I can damn well do it without your jealous ass peering over my shoulder. Where's the alley?

Hmm. Who's that guy down at the bottom of the stairs? Is his hair... green? I wonder what Stevie will think of him. He's such a picky guy, lettin' people in or not based on if they smell good. Old jerk smells like day-old bacon, he don't need to be judging anyone. Hey, he's letting him in. Why's this guy getting in if he looks like he slept under the bridge?

Wait a second. That's the guy I saw reading some sort of poem outside the bagel shop last Wednesday. Is he gonna perform here? C'mon Stevie, let me in. I brought your usual, cranberry muffins with a nice bottle of Scotch. You gotta let me in. I got my fake with me. See? It says I'm 26 instead of 16 and a pro did it who's got an in with the cops so you don't have to worry if the place gets rolled. Please?

Whew. Wonder why he's so pissy? Maybe he doesn't like new people. Hasn't been anyone new here for two years, I think. Now, where are you, pretty green-haired poet guy? God, whoever you are get your hand off my behind. I'm in a committed relationship and I don't need anyone man-handling me like that. Nope, you're not gonna get me either. Where did he go... aha. Next to the stage. Chairy Bomb again? Just get some therapy and shut the hell up about your dad. And get a new shirt, honey.

Wow. Lookit those eyes. So... dark. Eyes you can swim in if you wanted to... and I think I do so want. It's not like the creepoid is gonna find out, he's not comin' tonight. I think I deserve a little break, yeah. Besides, he thinks I'm a whore? Might as well give him what he wants to believe. Maybe he'll do me a favor and cut me loose finally.

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[center]B A S I C S
Name: Ace.
Nickname: A.
pictogram: x

Age: Adolescent (even though he looks older)
Gender: Stag (Male)
Mate: Yes, interested.

Main Set: Zombie pelt, Real deer mask and Zombie antlers.

Appearance: Big, scary, muscular, looks like he can take on anything, but graceful at the same time, magnificent, lean.

Likes: friends, night, dancing, meeting new deer, leaping, being humorous,
sleeping, generous people, fawns, being playful, some alone time, laying next to random sleeping deer to keep them company, fighting.
Dislikes: being alone all time time, other deer fighting with each other, being outcasted, being left, arrogant deer

Favorite places:
Will figure that out soon enough.

Personality: Confident, Conceited, Protective, Stubborn, Fighter, Honest, Selfish, Loyal, quick to judge, Respectful, doesn't really like anyone, will pick a fight for no reason, cocky in a way,

M O R E
Ace was raised by the two most caring and loving deer there ever was. Then why was he so conceited, stubborn and selfish? Some say it's because his parent's gave him whatever he wanted, spoiled they called it. Or maybe it was because his parent's when he was young died in a terrible accident. There was a really bad storm and they had to cross the river to get to higher ground. His dad carried him on his back, his mother right behind, and when he got to the other side Ace jumped off and turned around and his parent's were gone, no where in site. He was hurt he was confused and most importantly he was alone.

first of all im not exactly a newcomer, actualy I have been on here for over a month. i found the community site shortly after registering but due to my shyness/socialy challanged issues i have yet to introduce myself or my deer. I probrably would have remainded unknown but i fell in love with the community here. i'll make a small bio for my deer Safear later. im not a good artist nor am i fermiler with makeing computer art so im afraid ill only be posting screenshots, sorry. um, so thats all. ok by. XD

COME ON OVER if you want

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