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cryptic ink: quatre
For the first time in many months, in what felt like an eternity and beyond she could look in the mirror and really see. Not the way her hallowed eyes once drifted blankly and registering nothing. Wincing softly as she moved to the vanity, she peered down at her arm, freckled with swollen red pinpricks where the needles had once been taped there. ( Read more... ) -
no quarter
i.
She's long since given up on the silly notion that is mercy, none is given from anyone and none is expected. So as she watches a small boy - he's just a child, helpless, harmless - clasp his hands together, anchoring down the pink tubes glistening from his gut as if in prayer, her answer is the thunderous cocking of a gun.
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Cryptic Ink: Trois
Adair had heard Lind long before she heard the bubbly girl with her mental abilities. This was saying quite a lot considering the wide range of her powers. Around this time, Jabari's face had darkened with what surely seemed like an onslaught of thunder and stone at the realization of being cornered, verbally boxed in. And trap them they did, it ( Read more... ) -
Shipwrecked
My head hurts, and it's too hot - for once - and everyone's getting on my nerves, and suicide seems peachy right about now. I've discovered how indomitable my jealousy is, and I've created a deluded fairy tale for myself, as any nut case should, because I'm well on my way to the mad house. When you visit me, bring some packaged peanuts, please.
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care to make it interesting
"I would have given you more, if I could." she chokes out, trying to fight the dark and cold that was threatening to swallow her whole. "I would have given you everything, if there was anything left to give." She shakes her head against the hushes murmured in her ears, pleas to stop moving, assurances that she wants to believe but doesn't, and ( Read more... ) -
the shits coming down.
Help me; I broke apart my insides
Help me; I've got no soul to sell
Help me; the only thing that works for me
Help me get away from myself
You can't help my isolation
You can't help the hate that it brings
You can't help my absence of faith
You can't help my everything
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Turn the lights off in this place
And she shines just like a star
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Cryptic Ink Redux: Deux
Sophie exactly certain what she was expecting when she'd waltzed into Adair's office, only that in no way or form would they ever be worth giving up torturing people. And she felt she was right, for a while. Jabari Quade was like every one else in the organization, it was practically a requirement to have some sort of mental or personality disorder ( Read more... ) -
Cryptic Ink Redux
There was always something about Jabari that made Adair amused. It wasn't the sharp, blinding humor that came to those who were truly happy, but a slow, hazy slither of smoke, coiling and stealthy. It was mere musing on her part, speculation on his thoughts, sardonic, dry, pessimistic. Although as of late, he'd mastered the ability to block her out ( Read more... ) -
caitlin
got it.
i like my letter actually.
compared to yours
mine will look like a crackhead wrote it
is it wrong that i have the desire to send you everything that ever has meant anything?
and if the other coloring sucked
this letter is a trainwreck. :]
i liked the postcard one the best.
and i lost the other thing.
the liar one.
sorry.
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inserted: happy, loved, cared ( Read more... ) -
good morning anne
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