I LOVE YOU ALL and your comments lol.

MUAHAHAHAHAHA

Iiii've got a lovely bunch of coconuts deedeleedeedee. -shot-

i.e. an excuse to kiss Will Truman because he's basically Nox minus goatee. |D

EVERYONE'S FAVORITE BITCH.

I rike crimmus.

No names.

But RARGH people can be so

NITPICKY

and just slgfgfgsdgdfh never leave anything alone for the love of god I was TRYING TO DO SOMETHING NICE WHY GET ALL PRICKLY AND SENSITIVE. Ugh and there's the others who always find something wrong with what I try to do. ALWAYS.

FAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH I just baw. -headwalls until it bleeds- I hate the internet.

So whoever is on there can add...melol. IT WAS NOT MY IDEA. Idea of crazyfriend who will now keep me company on Livejournal. :3 lol anyways same as my email, laughing.cats@yahoo.com. Addmeifyouwant. |D

"Have you ever known me for making a good decision?"
Her looked like she was about to start throwing things in Tuna's direction. The blond looked away, focusing her attention on the clouds outside her window. "Look, I ain't proud of it, so leave it alone."

"HE WAS SIX YEARS OLDER THAN YOU."

"And."

A book crashed into the wall and slid to the floor. Tuna flinched. Her little brown-haired pet wasn't happy with her answer, apparently - as usual. "If you're not gonna tell me, I..." she trailed off. Tuna smirked to the passerby on the street below. "Push yer fist down my throat. I've already lived through that one, babe." For once, she managed to wrestle her tone into something serious. "Leave it. I haven't even told Bale. Besides, if Noxy comes around today, he'll think it's a perfect story for humiliating me and so spill the beans anyways." Ooh, she didn't like to think of that one. Nox, at her place? He'd get his hair gel all over the rug. Her cracked her knuckles behind her irritably. "Fine. I'm leaving."

"And."

"UGH." Her footsteps were like cannon blasts, and Tuna rolled her eyes at the dramatic rush of air as the door was pulled open.

Her little squeak was rather unexpected. "...oh."

"Evening, madam." Oh, for Gods' sakes. He just couldn't stay away. Tuna forced herself to turn away from the window and was met with the sight of a very befuddled Her having her hand kissed lightly by the tall, black-haired man. "Are you gonna spend most of yer stay bumming around my house?" she cut in shortly. Nox looked up, letting go of the pirate - Tuna let out a small snicker as Her let out her breath. The once-courtier smiled. "Most likely. Until I get to meet that...husband of yours, at least. What's his proffession?"

"Unemployed. I'm captain of this ship. Parden the irony, Her, babe." The blond couldn't decide whether to be calm or annoyed. "Shut the door, wouldja?"

Tuna was wrapping her hair in a towel when the phone rang. She'd freeze if it was still wet - she let the answering machine pick it up, humming idly. The voice on the other end froze her like free cryogenics.

"Pretty easy to find you, T. I think you know who this is. I'll be around 8th Orchard if you want to say hello." A click, and the monotonous dial tone of a dropped call. Tuna let the towel fall to the floor. She didn't mind catching her death so much now - as long as she could see what the hell he wanted. Grabbing a clean shirt and her jacket, she was out the door in five minutes, leaving a scribbled note to Bale explaining that Key had gotten his foot stuck in the toilet again.

~

The cold out here was even worse than yesterday, and a coat of snow was forming on the ground. New England in winter was no fun. Despite this, the blonde made no move to zip up her coat - her strides were long and fast, purposeful. He'd better not bloody leave, she didn't think she could stand missing out on a few free punches-

Her leg let out a sudden spasm of pain, sending her tumbling to the sidewalk. The concrete wasn't very forgiving to her bare knees, scraping them up as an addition to her smarting limb. "Bloody hell," Tuna muttered fiercely. She knew she couldn't get up without falling again. Instead, she jammed her hand into her pocket, searching for the bottle of pills she knew was hidden somewhere. Her frantic efforts left her oblivious to the quiet footsteps behind her. Only when a soft, familiar voice drifted down to her did she stop. "Looks like you've got another story to tell me. More than that, perhaps."

lolk so. Uh. He was a courtier like WAYBACKWHEN but he was accused of witchcraft. He fled being hung but committed suicide because he got firedlol. And there were people coming after him. cB So the Twin Gods reincarnated him into a deer and let him back into the modern human world. He's kind of a playboy but he's damn smart and rather treacherous. :B I haven't locked down a name yet, but Varre comes to mind currently. c: So...yes? No? Any thoughts?











He's got a goatee too. cB

MY MOM JUST HANDED ME THE BATMAN DVD. c': lol who else has it. Who's already watched it. How epic is it.

I CAN'T FIND THE PEN FOR MY TABLET. DDDDDDD8

FFFF AH WHERECOULDITBE. -frantically searches house-

[=10]FANKS DANNII <3 updated some things and added Oz.

Aeros

Eye Colour: Brown
Build: Interperet his size as you will. He's very barrel-chested, with slender legs. Antlers are huge and branching, having a few broken tines.
Face: Square jaw, crooked nose - he's not what you would call attractive, but he's got a very gentle look.
Voice: Christopher Lee, thank you very much.
Scars: A few on his neck, from Pan.
Personality (quite clipped): kind, intelligent, caring, wise
History: Born and raised in the Forest. Spent his life learning about the world he came into. Had a mate at one point, but she died, and he's been living in peace ever since.
Family: Tuna & Pan = adopted daughters; he's had various adopted family in the past, all mine.
Mate: Lieka. <33
Other:
-Is sloooowly losing his eyesight. D| His hearing too.
-Is very good with kids, but never wanted any biological ones. :U idk why.
-Likes birdsong a lot. n_n
-Doesn't usually get in the shallow end of the Lake at all, on account of his aching joints. YEAH HE DOESN'T GET IN THE DEEP END EITHER SMARTIES.
-In accordance with the above - damp weather makes him sore, and he doesn't usually go out in the rain.
-Being old, he can't move very fast, and tends to run in short bursts rather than long stretches.
-Usually, he doesn't mind being alone.
-He hardly ever appears in the Forest during rainstorms.
-He hardly ever takes off his mask, but underneath, he's got kind of a square-shaped face, and his eyes are brown.
-Enjoys long walks, alone or with company, but will lay down often just to observe.
-He's become more of a loner lately - he's sociable enough, but he doesn't go out seeking company.


Pan

Height: 6'1"
Weight: 100 lbs - emaciatingly thin, although it seems to have little influence over her life. Eating habits are a mystery.