[It is nearly three o' clock on a Sunday morning. A small pebble bounces against your bedroom window.

A few minutes later, another pebble.

Shortly afterward, a brick.

Following the sound of shattered glass and your own surprised scream comes an angry, accented voice that you will learn to both fear and hate soon enough:]

Kids Next Door, atteeeen-shun!

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[Those inside 508 Ricardo Street will hear snippets of an argument between Frances and her newly-droned not-dad.] --no, I didn't get ya a present, what do ya think, you're not my real dad, idiot-- What! Grounded! Ya can't-- I'm not walkin' up these stairs 'cause ya told me to, stupid, I'm doin' it 'cause I wanna!

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[Hello, Ricardo Street. Were you enjoying your nice, quiet morning? Well, you might've been, before that FURIOUS SCREAM LIKE THE SOUND OF HELL BEING OPENED resounded from 508. Because little Frances has woken up, and she is not pleased. Not like she's ever pleased to begin with. To those who are fortunate enough not to live within a two block ( Read more... )

YA GOT A PROBLEM WITH MY PLAYIN', STUPID? I-It's not like I care or anythin'. So I've got this post for ya to crit me on, b-but I'm not doin' it for your sake or anythin'! Stupid!

translation: this is where you beat me with sticks for being OOC and horrible.

If you'd like to beat me privately, contact me over AIM at either TrekFaerie or