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I'm gonna go along with what everyone else is saying.

ME!

Nope,
CD.

The HP fan below me is brushing there teeth?

Haha.

From reading this thread,
I have interesting thoughts...

Why is Ginny semi morbid at times?

Why is Hunter being stupid?

Why is my iPod frozen?

Why am I talking all in why's?

I wonder if I'll be into this enough to join that website I heard about a few months ago.

Months...

Ha,
That was a long time ago.

I want my character to be fixed...

Who is James?

This was an outstanding idea..

Of course not!

The HP fan below me is on google?

(Woah, Godmoder. Since it's you, I'll let it go. The William and squib stuff, it's okay. Anyone else coming in, don't say stuff that changes the character.)


William jumped, but didn't look away from Sirius. To frightened out of his pants to.

"Nuhh... No Mr. Steven, just settlin' uhh... uh little dispute is all." William's brow was sweating very nervously, it had been fine before, but now the state Sirius was in ever since Mr. Steven had entered, was so changed.. William just wanted Mr. Steven to leave as quickly as possible, he knew it would calm Sirius.

His eyes shifted, watching every little detail of Scott's as he made his way to who he now knew to be Willy's side. He scowled as saw the friendship between the two.

A cackle of laughter suddenly left Sirius's lips. He threw his head back, slapping the stool beside him, making it wobble under his whip.

"You two are friends? Oh this is just classic!" His voice was mocking as he continued, "Willy!" he was cold, howling at the two opposite of him. "Why yes everything is fine. Just a 'little dispute' as your 'friend' calls it." His hands were in quotations, his posture relaxed, but his eyes were flaming.


"Mr. Black, can we not be calm about this?"

"Yes, let's all be... RASH! What do you think Scott, isn't that just a buhhhhhrilliant Idea!" His eyes dazzled, his smile, evil in ever nature. He made his words longer, to enunciate the insanity in his voice.

He paused, his face solemn. He jerked his neck violently, his eyes clamped shut, his brow was creased as far as possible. He stuck his hand in his pocket, reaching for his wand.

Last night was 2 but Wednesday I think it was, that was 7.

The HP Fan below me knows all the words to Tiffany Blews- Fall Out Boy

*Sings along*

I appreciate the advice,
But I'm not changing my character.
Sirius is my original,
He's not going anywhere.
I don't even follow the book with his character anyway.

Xaver!
I want to post with you two..

Thank you Ginny,
This is,
Interesting though...
The children messed it up.
If Sirius is younger,
There's no way in he11 he has kids that are 12..

What should I do...

(The two above I know in real life, so I talked them into coming back for a few rounds with me :) It does seem strange doesn't it, all three leaving then coming back... I'm good heehee. Take your time, try and keep up with us if we go on. I think we all three are going to be on tonight, so sorry if we get ahead of ourselves.)

[Ching-aling!]

"I ALREADY TOLD YOU IT WAS AN ACCIDENT!"

"Mr. Black, you're paying for these broken tables! You're anger, it's extraordinary, but honestly, find a better way to take out your anger!"

His eyes, a cold red, held the broken remains of a table. The wood, jagged at its edges, was split right in two. Sirius had lost control. All the drinking, all the memories, he had taken two hard fists to the table.

This was his second one today.
Two tables, broken clean in to.

The bartender was mad, and he had every right to be. Had Sirius been sober, he would have realized this was a plausible reason to be. Sirius wasn't sober though... he hadn't been for several days now. It had all finally hit him. Sarah leaving, that was the first time he got rip roaring drunk. The first time in a long time. It had all gone down hill after that, Alexandra started school, James and Annabelle spent more and more time with there mother after a horrible night spent cleaning up there dad.

He was ashamed, beyond words. His heart, was no more. There was nothing to him, just darkness. He had changed, the alcohol and pain had taken over. He smelled of firewhiskey and body odor that had resulted in over a week of not bathing. His face, was stone white. His eyes, hadn't changed color, for a month. His facial hair was growing, longer then it had been for a while. He was to lazy, to broken, to care.

"Please, calm down. I won't make you leave, if you just stay calm, put the table down."

Sirius looked down, dropping the wood numbly. He stepped away from it, his hands shaking violently.
Drops of sweat fell from his face, or was it tears? His lip stung as salty sweat slid by, the sweat turned bright red. Blood? He had bitten his lip to hard, to hold back the anger.

He hadn't been this angry, since that unforgettable night spent in the woods. With Gi-

No! Not even in your thoughts will you think her name. She is gone, leave it be!

That night had changed him, the power that was bestowed upon him had gone away, because of her. She had saved his life, the tracking had stopped, he hadn't been bothered by unwanted relatives since then. The anger, the power, ever since Sarah and him had left, had been growing stronger. He remembered the feeling from that night, and it grew every time he thought of it all. The heartbreak, the challenges, the monster inside of him was creeping up every second of everyday.

He was addicted, he felt indestructible with it. Knowing that he had something hidden in him, it had always been a time bomb waiting to explode again. He should have stopped it while he could, but he didn't have the strength to. He liked it to much, and it grew.

Grew.
Grew.
Until now, here he stood. A broken soul, trying to fix itself in the best way possible.

Ching-aling!

The bell at the door made Sirius crank his head up quickly like a raccoon. A man had stepped in, a clean cut gentleman with blazing blue eyes. Sirius recognized him at once, and a fire was set off in him.

He's not worth it. Kill him. Don't. Think logically. He took her. You were already gone. He replaced me. You didn't care. Kill him. Don't!-

An inner fight had started, distracting his mind completely. He snarled, like an animal, the bartender's eyes widened. Sirius held tight to the bar stool beside him, trying with every inch of himself not to do anything. He didn't want to end up in Askaban, he had ruined his life enough. He just needed to stay calm, stay calm.

Calm was not a thing he had practiced for a while. The alcohol, the pain, Scott's appearance, none of it helped. He could kill him, easily. He didn't want to do that though, he wanted to hurt him. Sirius for the first time, wanted to watch another human being slowly die under his grasp. The thought was intoxicating, he didn't even care who watched anymore, he was changing even more in an instant. In an instant, all human instincts were lost. He hadn't felt so angered by one person in so long...

Not since Xaver.

Both are stupid, fools!

Xaver rattled something in him even worse then Scott. He had loved Sarah, yes. What Xaver had though, that was something that Sirius couldn't put into words. It was undeniable, that she was more of his world then Sarah. She had shown him something that no one else could. It was an unbearable thought.

Sarah, and her... they were gone now.

Forget them!

But of course,
He never would.

As of right now,
I'm fixing my character.
I messed him up,
Way to far.

I want to come back,
And to do this,
I need a character.

Ginny how old is your character,
I somehow outgrew her,
I need to fix that.
I should be younger,
And younger is what I will return to.
I'm updating my Sirius Black profile in just one second.

The title of this post,
Is in regards to James, Annabelle, and Alexandra.
No more of them.
Someone,
Ruined the precious things that Sarah and I tried to create to add interest.
They still exist,
IN THE AGE THAT THEY SHOULD BE AT.

Alexandra=12
James=8
Annabelle=1

Get it?
Got it?
Good.

These three character's,
Are mine and Sarah's.
No,
No one else has a right to play them unless asking me.
I created them,
Stop growing them older.

Please,
Let me role play again?
I need to fix my character,
Remember what I've done,
But I'm gonna need some help...

Thank you,
I couldn't figure it out.
:)

No,
You accused me of being one.
I was standing up for myself.
Why are you suddenly a guest?
You weren't before...

So now your accusing me of being a fifty year old sicko?
I'm sorry to anyone that I may have offended by that,
But seriously...
If you are fifty...
Get a life.

I am merely more intellectually inclined in areas of syntax.

That...
And I love my dictionary/thesaurus.
No joke.
Absolutely always have it open when on the internet.
:)
I'm a dork.
I'm lovin' it!

I know your name Jessie.
You silly.
We posted together a lot.
Ha, what is heaps?
Geez,
Today's language.
So confusing...