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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 13, 2005 20:33:54 GMT -5
hah.. sorry.... I just am so busy now during the week... but leave positive comments, and maybe an update BEFORE the weekend will appear.. **hint hint hint** ahh I'm so horrible. don't just give me nice words because I'll update. TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK! If it sucks, tell me. I mean it.. TEEEELLLL MEEEE....
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 13, 2005 20:37:26 GMT -5
IIIIIIIITTTTTT'SSSSSSSSS GGGGGOOOOOOOOOOOODDDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I'm not lying! It's awesome......but the cliffhanger! Gah! I want to kill the cliffhanger! *stabby motions*
Update really soon!!!!! I need to know what happens!!!!! *puppy dog eyes* *begs* *pleads* *bows* *whines* *whimpers* *pouts* *jumps up and down and is about to throw a tantrum if you don't update soon, goddammit!*
Pwease?
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 13, 2005 20:39:32 GMT -5
...sometime this week...
-and the stabbing motions.. sorry for bringing down this begging parade, but made me think of tabby.. so not cool. I don't think I'm a fun person to be around these days, I connect everything to her and make everything bad. =(
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 14, 2005 7:08:53 GMT -5
Oooppps. Sorry.....
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 14, 2005 16:32:30 GMT -5
=( Its ok.. I know you didn't do it on purpose.. sorry for bringing everything down and ruining everything....
-I started writing part 11 last night, but haven't gotten done with it yet..
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 14, 2005 17:08:35 GMT -5
Oh. That's okay. You didn't ruin everything. I know how that is. My friend once sent me an e-mail telling me that she was really depressed and didn't know what to do. I was worried about her for a long time. Then she got over that phase. But sometimes I imagined herself cutting or doing something dangerous....
And hurry up with part 11! I NEED to know what happens! (And I promise I won't make any more references of stabbing in the future....)
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 14, 2005 17:10:48 GMT -5
.........I promise, if I have time tonight, I'll write more of part 11 and possibly finish writing it out, so then an update would come....... either tuesday or wednesday.... most likely wednesday [but who knows.. EVERYTHING COULD CHANGE lol and an update could come like eight weeks from now.... now THAT would drive you insane =)]
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Post by TABBY on Nov 14, 2005 17:11:03 GMT -5
LKHFPOBGOEWFHOQWIEBFIPQWEFOPQHWFO*^%&%$^%$%^%#%$#%^$$^%$#%# YT$^#%#$^&$^%$%#%^#^%$%./...............
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 14, 2005 17:15:31 GMT -5
hah... sooo sorry for the INSANE cliffhanger. I just REEEAAAALLLLYYY had to do it to you...
-and does anyone else find it insane that I'm already on part 11, and its just now getting to the evening of the SECOND DAY!?!?!? lol. I realized that a couple of days ago.......
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 14, 2005 17:29:08 GMT -5
Actually, it is kind of amazing. *applause* Crazy. Now UPDATE!!!
P.S.- I agree with what Tabby says, lol.
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 14, 2005 17:38:14 GMT -5
lol.. I don't really think of that as a good thing.. well.. okay, I think of it in two ways:
1) its amazing/cool/ whatever you call it, because.. I dono, so much can happen in 2 days
but 2) not good, because it took me 11 parts just to write 2 days.. I KNOW my parts are too short but I'm trying to work on that by.. when I get stuck.. just changing POVs or just putting **************** or something to make time go by..
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 15, 2005 19:04:53 GMT -5
I understand how that is. However.....I still want an update!!
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 15, 2005 19:23:52 GMT -5
WELL AN UPDATE YOU WISH FOR AN UPDATE YOU GET! lol.... I finished writiing it last night, and TYPED IT UP JUST NOW. (and I hope you like it.. ITS A LOT LONGER THAN MY OTHER PARTS, lol) ... enjoy:
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Post by [...whatsername3...] on Nov 15, 2005 19:24:15 GMT -5
Part 11: in which a wheelchair zooms around and Billie ends up yelling some more[/b] Still Navy’s POV... “Well...he’s, uhh...” Dr. Palkan swallowed. “He’s doing alright. We just brought him out of Xrays, we just wanted to check for any broken bones or fractures. We don’t think he has any, we just want to be sure.” “Can we see him?” I asked. “Not yet, but soon,” Dr. Palkan replied. He nodded to us, and then turned and began walking down a hall which I assumed Billie was down. I watched him turn the corner at the end of the corridor, and then went and sat down in the same chair I had been in before. Mike sighed deeply, and Tre began to twiddle his thumbs. I didn’t see what they were so stressed out about; Billie was okay. I looked around the waiting room, and my eyes rested on a young boy that looked to be about nine years old. He seemed to be waiting for something, and right on cue, a middle-aged man began striding down the same hall that Dr. Palkan had retreated down. At the sight of the young boy, the man threw his arms open. The boy saw him, and went running down the hall; both had humongous smiles on their faces. I wish that could’ve been you, Daddy, I thought, before putting my head in my hands and letting a single tear escape down my cheek. Billie’s POV I hopped up on the hospital bed, scooting back until my feet couldn’t touch the floor. I began kicking them back and forth like a four-year-old. “Everything look good, Doc?” I asked. “Yes, I would say so.. no broken bones, no fractures, looked like you narrowly escaped a car accident with only a few bruises and scrapes.” “So that means I’ll be able to.... go home tonight?” I said with a hopeful smile. “I would think so,” Dr. Palkan said with a laugh. “Now you just need to decide if you are going to press charges on the woman that hit you,” he said. “Ohh.. uhm, I’m not sure...” I hadn’t expected that. “It’s alright, you don’t need to decide that now. The police will be giving you a call in the next week, and you can just let them know then. It’s not really my business anyway,” he said as he finished looking at my Xrays. I nervously cleared my throat, and then nodded my head towards the pile of my regular clothes on the spotless hospital room floor. “Ohh, yes, you can go ahead and get dressed now. I’ll be back in a couple of minutes.” He left the room, and I was eager to get changed. This hospital gown was extremely uncomfortable. I went over and picked up the pile, and then I let my thoughts wander. Press charges? On her? It wasn’t even her fault! Gosh. I’m such an IDIOT!!! I should have thought about the effing CONSEQUENCES before I just went ahead and started smoking weed! What if she had been hurt? Or killed? I never would’ve been able to forgive my self. “Billie?” I jumped at the sound of Navy’s voice. I only had boxers on; I was just in the process of pulling my shirt over my head. “Oh.... oh! Sorry....” she said, with embarrassment in her voice, as she saw what condition I was in. She walked out of the room, and I heard her stop and lean against the wall outside the door. “Just couldn’t resist me, could you?” I said with a quiet maniacal laugh. I could hear her roll her eyes. *************** Navy’s POV Billie hopped into the wheelchair, and then looked expectantly at Mike, Tre, and me. “Well?” he said. “I’LL DO IT!!!!!!!” Mike yelped. He began to push Billie across the parking lot at about eighty miles an hour, and Tre began crazily running behind them. I doubt Maksinser’s had given us the wheelchair that Billie didn’t need to take him out in so they could speed around in it. Shaking my head, I began to walk to Mike’s car. ~~~ Mike and Billie beat me to the car, seeing as they had been going about three times faster than I. Tre was nowhere to be found; he was probably just randomly running around the parking lot. As I began to approach the car, Mike thrust Billie out of the seat and began wheeling the chair back up to the building. “So.. you’ve just been in a car accident,” I said all announcer-like.”How do you feel?!” Billie laughed, and sat Indian-style (A/N: anyone know why they call it that?!) on the pavement. I sat down next to him, I always felt weird when one person was standing and one person was sitting far below them. “So... I’m just wondering... gosh, this is kind of hard to say,” I said to Billie. He turned to look at me in the face as I spoke. “How did the car hit you? I mean, did she just veer off the highway and run into, or what?” “No.. she didn’t just, uhh..... swerve off and hit me, no......” he ran his hand through his hair nervously. “Well then what?” I was starting to feel worried. “Well... I was kind of uhm, feeling down.. and so I kind of schmosahwhe.” he mumbled. “BILLIE! What did you do???” I said, starting to feel irritated. He stood up angrily. “FINE!! You know what I did?! I smoked some WEED, okay?! And I was being an idiot and not being aware of what I was doing and I just aimlessly wandered onto the SPEEDING BOULEVARD!!!! GOD, I’m such a goddamn IDIOT!!!” He screamed an unidentifiable sound of rage, and ran his fingers through his hair yet again. Tre picked that perfect moment to turn up, Mike in tow. If they had heard Billie yelling, they sure didn’t make any indication of it. Mike unlocked his car and slid into the drivers seat, and Tre climbed into the passengers seat. Billie gave me one last look, and then climbed into the backseat. Mike and Tre turned around to see if I was going to get into the car, but I ignored their looks. I turned my face skyward, and let all the emotion that I was feeling surface. After doing that for a moment, I realized it all bubbled down to one statement: What am I doing here?[/font][/size]
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Post by *Lore~Lowell* on Nov 15, 2005 20:07:33 GMT -5
"Billie hopped into the wheelchair, and then looked expectantly at Mike, Tre, and me. 'Well?' he said. 'I’LL DO IT!!!!!!!' Mike yelped. He began to push Billie across the parking lot at about eighty miles an hour, and Tre began crazily running behind them." LOL, OMG, I could just see that!!! That was so fucking GREAT!! I'm still laughing! It seems like something I would do, actually, which is kinda scary. "Tre was nowhere to be found; he was probably just randomly running around the parking lot." Heh, good ol' Tre. P.S.- I don't know why they call it "Indian-style", possibly because the Native Americans sat like that, but I just call it "cross-legged".
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