Post by Starlit Night on Sept 21, 2005 3:13:28 GMT
ooc- Heh da madness of Starishness, lol to all out there I have officially decided to make her explode (well sorta) so no hard feelings for anythings my character may say later, I am telling you she will regret em. Or will she >.> <.< >.> *creepy music*
BIC- As Ondrea tried to make a joke about her getting a hold of her Star shot her a glare, blue eyes blazing. "I know it isn't easy to quit, I am not that stupid." I may not have smoked before, but it isn't as if I think it is as easy as going to the carnival.
"No I don't Ondrea," she stood up to full height. "I have no clue what it is like to live on the streets because I never had, but don't think for a second there haven't been hardships in my life, don't even think that!"
Her expression softened into sadness though as Ondrea apologized for saying that stuff and then muttered that nobody would care if she died anyways. "Yes Ondrea," she spoke softly. "There are people that would care, your sister for example, and I your friend care. Your other friends at MH they care."
Letting the joke bounce off of her she knelt down, collecting her stuff from the floor. Thoughts and memories came rushing back to her from years ago, and she wanted them gone. Melancholy as she had been lately fighting with her friends was not helping, and her short temper was actually probably a result of her confused interior.
"Suddenly I am more tired then I thought I was," she said and walked out of the tower, with her pop can, it tasted like real pop, and since it had probably already affected her she saw no point in throwing it out.
As she reached the bottom of the steps she tried to decide where to go. Hogsmaede was out of the question as it was past midnight. The common room was always a possibility, but she saw no point in going there as she wouldn't have been able to sleep anyways. Finally she decided on the lake, the calm quiet shining lake.
BIC- As Ondrea tried to make a joke about her getting a hold of her Star shot her a glare, blue eyes blazing. "I know it isn't easy to quit, I am not that stupid." I may not have smoked before, but it isn't as if I think it is as easy as going to the carnival.
"No I don't Ondrea," she stood up to full height. "I have no clue what it is like to live on the streets because I never had, but don't think for a second there haven't been hardships in my life, don't even think that!"
Her expression softened into sadness though as Ondrea apologized for saying that stuff and then muttered that nobody would care if she died anyways. "Yes Ondrea," she spoke softly. "There are people that would care, your sister for example, and I your friend care. Your other friends at MH they care."
Letting the joke bounce off of her she knelt down, collecting her stuff from the floor. Thoughts and memories came rushing back to her from years ago, and she wanted them gone. Melancholy as she had been lately fighting with her friends was not helping, and her short temper was actually probably a result of her confused interior.
"Suddenly I am more tired then I thought I was," she said and walked out of the tower, with her pop can, it tasted like real pop, and since it had probably already affected her she saw no point in throwing it out.
As she reached the bottom of the steps she tried to decide where to go. Hogsmaede was out of the question as it was past midnight. The common room was always a possibility, but she saw no point in going there as she wouldn't have been able to sleep anyways. Finally she decided on the lake, the calm quiet shining lake.