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[alex_pope]

Okay, kids. You may or may not have noticed that no extraneous issue of the paper has been printed. You may also have noticed that Jane is trying to sell a crushed rosebush. You may also notice that I have not slept in two, going on three days. You may have not noticed the fact that I am whining about this fact without pride or shame.

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[vulnerable_bede]

Huh, right, the newspaper, I don't think I can really do anything for ya on that front, kinda busy with piles of schoolwork. I heard you kinda begged and and threatened and coerced articles outta people for the last one though. I dunno. Man, if that's true though, you're really kinda lame, Pope.

[OOC: *rimshot*]

[alex_pope]

Oh, honestly, fuck you. And do you know, you're not the only one with piles of homework.

[vulnerable_bede]

...uh, that was kinda mean. I'm not sure whether we're allowed to swear at this school anyway.

[alex_pope]

Fine, whatever. And we're not. And this isn't school. For the love of God.

[charlotte_b]

That wasn't nice of you at ALL, Alex. Maybe I'm right in thinking I shouldn't have liked you to begin with, if you're going around using language like that.

*runs off crying*

[alex_pope]

I'm sorry, Charlotte. I didn't realize I could offend so thoroughly.

Or frequently.

[charlotte_b]

I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I didn't mean to send you into another fit of self-loathing hurt you! We don't have words like that at home, that's all!

I'm sorry! Is there anything I can...

you know, I'll just be going now, I'm only making things worse. I'm sorry I interfered in your life again, Alex. You're a nice boy and you don't always make me cry, I promise.

*cries*

[alex_pope]

I can't bring myself to believe we're having this out in my journal.

[charlotte_b]

Believe it, I suppose. And what's that supposed to mean anyway, Alexander?

[alex_pope]

Fascinatingly, I don't know!

[charlotte_b]

You never know, Alex Pope. You never have the balls to do or say anything decisively, so why should this be any different?

[alex_pope]

You're right! You're perfectly correct; I have no argument in my own defence.

[charlotte_b]

What? How in God's name am I supposed to devise a comeback against that? Am I supposed to feel bad now about hurting your feelings and ruining your life?

Well FINE THEN, because I do, I really do, Alex. This round goes to you. I hope you have a nice life with your newspaper.

Oh look Alex you made a girl cry again.

Wipe that smug smirk off your face and BRING IT, Pope! I want to have this out with you here and now!

[alex_pope]

Not as such, no.

The newspaper and I thank you for your kind words.

So, how would I have gone about not being an asshole? Out of macabre curiosity. And this is me, bringing it. As it were.

[charlotte_b]

My next article will be submitted under your door in a plain brown envelope. It will not contain poison, drugs, snakes, anthrax, or explosives.

To satisfy your "macabre curiosity," you never did anything WRONG, you moron! I'm only turning on you now because you're just so relieved to be rid of me. Well, good work finally doing something about it.

God, you have NO talent for "bringing it." I'm out for blood and you've got the guts to be civil. Where'd that come from all of a sudden?

[alex_pope]

Fine. Grand. Fantastic. Goodnight!