CHARACTER CHAT!!!!

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((I'm goin' to bed. G'night!))

"I leeved on ze streets fohr a couple of yeahrs. Zat was...gods, eight yeahrs ago? I began zat life at eight, you see, and leeved eet fohr two yeahrs. Anyway, ze ceety was abandoned...euh, sohrt of. Eet seemed abandoned at fihrst, but zat changed preetty queeckly. Peectuhre two leettle boys runneeng about in a mostly empty ceety, 'ideeng fhrom people dhressed een black and 'oldeeng guns. Fhrom time to time, ze ceety ees bombed. Meanwhile, ze boys ahre teacheeng each ozehr zeihr languages and tryeeng to feeguhre out 'ow to use zese chrazy new powehrs zey got. Zat was me and a boy named Petehr, who I now zeenk of as my bhrozehr. Eet was a wild two yeahrs, I'll tell you zat."

"Well would you look at that, I've found one o' my people," Finn grinned. "I've been a street kid for...well, most of my life. Technically I 'ave an 'ome now. Picture...small group of kids, seven, eight nine, dumped in th' slumps and running around a criminal free-for-all. Y'know Cricket? Me an' 'im are th' only ones left. People left or grew up or died after a couple o' years, so there we were. Well, Crick 'ad Uncle, of course..." Finn winced at that name. "but 'e's not anybody's favorite chaperone."

Scene begins, 15 year old Cassandra sits at a childish desk cluttered with files positioned UR stage. She stares blankly at screen, as if waiting for something exciting to occur. Director should note her over all disesembled appearance, costume comprised of sweats, sports t-shirt, and a pair of fake glasses that give the actress an artistic, yet lazy polish.

Cassandra: (sip coke) Mannnnnnnnn.........I'm bored.
Mother: (dissapproving tone) You're on that computer again?
Cassandra: (slams head on desk)

interesting....

why thank you haha XD I was bored, still am

Haha, me too. I can't stick around for too long though, ive got play practice in five minutes and wont be on after that for two hours

mkkkaaaay, well I guess I'll see ya later then.

Anybody?

hiya there, repost please?

Kaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay

Sparrow:
"Of course you are. What else would you be after a show like that? Now that I've made you feel all sorry for me, suddenly making out with Ami doesnt seem like such a great idea. What a shocker." I stood up and turned to face him..

Milo took a slow breath "I'm sorry I hurt you. You didn't need another person to add to that list. I don't have any excuse."

Sparrow:
"No you're not." I shook my head my temper beinging to froth again. "'I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Woe is me, I'm sorry.' Hollow words." I accused folding my arms and looking away as I muttered to myself, "You don't even know why your sorry. You just know you've done something wrong."

"Techneecally, I 'ave an 'ome, too. I'm zjust nevehr zehre. So 'oo dumped you on ze streets?"

The corner of Milo's mouth turned up slightly, the instinct to be cocky taking over. Sparrow always knew how to put things didn't she? As long as it didn't involve her own feelings that is. Forever the tough girl act. He was sick of it. "I don't know what I should be sorry for, kissing Ami, or failing at my attempt to get you to show some kind of human emotion other than ignorant rage and contempt."

WD: That was a little insensitive don't you think? lol

Sparrow:
"So you admit it!" I exclaimed scrambling up to him, half a lop-sided grin on my cheeks.

Milo jumped up angrily slamming his fist against the wall. Sparrow jumped and a hurt expression smacked onto her face. He laughed sarcastically, cruelity mingling in with the chuckles. "So you prove it!"He shouted mimiking Sparrow's tone. "You heard what you wanted to."

Sparrow:
"HA. I know what I am. I know myself. I've had pleanty of time on my own to get that all straight." I corrected him as I poked him in the chest angrily like it could prove my point better than my words. Like if I just touched him, he would feel me the way I feel me.
But I know better.
"I'm sorry I cant be more for you Milo. I really trully am. I'm sorry I'm not happy enough. I'm sorry I'm just some angsty teenager to you. I'm sorry I'm only human. What more do you want from me?" I demanded giving him a small shove that was more unsure than I thought it would be.

((Beautiful: It certainly was! But that's Senet. He'd talk about this stuff over coffee. It doesn't bother him to discuss stuff like that, so he doesn't really get that someone else might not be so open.))

"The same thing that you want from me, to stop saying you're sorry when you aren't. You don't give a shit. Everything you said? Its you're own damn fault. Stop crying over the past, 'I'm miserable and I can't help it because I'm only a human.' You're fucking up you're own life. Don't push me away, like every other person who supposedly cared for you. Theres a reason they aren't around."

Sparrow:
Pow. Right in the kisser.
I shoved him away and stepped back, vigorously wiping away the salty water that just seemed to come from nowhere. My skin was going raw from the threads of my sleeve.
"Fuck you, okay? I didnt push you away. People leave me. Not the other way around. And furthermore, I can take a fucking hint; I can see when I'm not wanted." I shook my head coughing out a sob as I pushed past him, making my way for the door.

Milo grabbed her hand "Don't delude yourself." he said roughly pulling her back towards him.

Sparrow:
"Let go!" I screamed in rage and tugged half heartedly at my arm but he wouldnt let go.
I stopped stuggling and glared at him through my tears. "What Milo?" I said, throwing my free hand up in frustration. "What do you want from me?"

"You're not unwanted." he said quietly.