Melle: Have I mentioned Harry's Issues, btw?
Meryl: Yes, the bit where he needs ego stroking?
Melle: Yes.
Melle: So if Draco were to EVER say ANYTHING remotely positive about him, he'd have Harry. Forever, like.
(In which I am a visionary; AIM)
Melle: Draco, STOP TELLING HARRY ALL THIS BEFORE I BREAK!
Melle: Thank you.
Meryl: Dray: *all wibbly*
Melle: STOPPIT! You're giving him SO much ammunition to HURT YOU!
Meryl: Dray: *checks himself into the Random Sex Twelve Step Program*
Melle: Step one: Stop having random sex with The Boy Who Lived.
(More AIMness)
Meryl: Me: "You're supposed to hate Harry, yo. For now."
Dray: "Too bad. He makes me feel safe."
Me: "You're SUCH a moron."
Melle: Me: "Um. Harry? You're supposed to hate Malfoy."
Harry: "I do! Except I also kinda feel bad for him."
Me: "Argh!"
(Arguing with our characters on AIM)
Melle: *stabs eyes out* Kindly direct me to the nearest wall so I can bash my brains out?
Meryl: Leave me alone, I'm trying to figure out how this gun works.
Melle: HEY! You have a gun and you're not sharing?
Melle: Shoot me, first!
(Typical convo during RPing; AIM)
Meryl: Mini Marc and Oli.
Melle: Except with more issues. However, thankfully, no sign of freaky fetishes.
Meryl: Yet.
Melle: ... I don't like the sound of that.
Meryl: Dude. Dear Harry and Melle: FRENCH MAID'S UNIFORM? Love, Draco and Meryl.
Melle: Dear Draco and Meryl: I don't know, either. Love, Melle.
Dear Dray and Meryl: What? Love, Harry.
Meryl: Dear Harry: Just shut up and look pretty. Love, Meryl.
Melle: Harry: *shuts up and looks pretty*
(AIM)
Melle: Shouldn't the boys, um. Close the bed curtains?
Melle: In case anyone walks in?
Meryl: That would mean one of them would have to think of this. *prods them*
Melle: I thin their brains went on a vacation to Aruba together.
Meryl: Brains? What brains?
Melle: Harry&Draco's brains: *lounge on the beach*
Meryl: *giggles* How sad.
Meryl: They're so dysfunctional.
Melle: The brains? Or the boys?
Meryl: The brains and the boys.
Melle: H&D's Brains: *drink pink drinks with yellow straws*
(We love our characters; AIM)
Melle: *eyes Dray* did you just say what i think you said?
Meryl: I'm sorry, I'm busy throttling Draco right now, but if you leave a message I'll get back to you. *beep.*
(No, really, we do; AIM)
Melle: Oooh, marking Harry, Dray? :D
Meryl: Yep. That is *exactly* what he's doing.
Melle: Awwwwww.
Melle: Harry: "The word you're looking for is 'ow'."
(Although they don't always love us; AIM)
Melle: *kicks*
Melle: Harry: "OW! Hey, I bruise easily, you know."
Melle: And that'll be "Things Not To Say Around Draco Malfoy" for $500, Alex.
(Also, Melle is a smartass; AIM)
Meryl: Lee is made for the cheese.
(Out Of Context Theater!; AIM)
Melle: Harry: *contemplates getting a "Property of Draco Malfoy" tattoo*
Lee: "... Melle? Still complaining about the locket I want to buy George?"
Ter: "I need a drink."
Noel: *silently hands Ter a beer*
Meryl: *cracks up*
Meryl: Emma and Warrington are continuing to play cards and she's bitchy about Viktor. Then you have Dray trying to decide what to wear on Friday, like a 13 year old girl. And Oliver's sitting in the corner being all "Slytherins scare me."
(What's Going On In Your Head?; AIM)
Melle: *poke*
Auto-response from Meryl: I am presently unsure as to how to seperate those of you who have fed my growing distaste for mankind, from those who, thus far, have not. - Johnny the Homicidal Maniac
Melle: HEY! Is that an insult?
(AIM)
Melle: Dude, Harry is like a highly affectionate puppy.
Melle: Who gives blowjobs.
Melle: ...
Melle: That analogy went to hell REAL fast.
(Get Off The Metaphor Train; AIM)
Meryl: Shall we play with the boys for a bit?
Melle: Oooh, can we?
Meryl: Oh, absolutely.
Melle: Whee! What do we want them to do?
Meryl: Not. Be. Sappy. God. Dammit.
(Right before the "I Love You" RP; AIM)
Melle: WHY did we pick the library? How are they gonna make out in the middle of the library?
Meryl: Very carefully?
(AIM)
Melle: .........
Melle: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Meryl: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAUGH.
Melle: slkfmskfqùslkfdùkqù,vfb^foirqzfoikpmofkjozmgfiksokfsfd
(Right after Draco said "I love you."; AIM)
Lee is surprisingly straight. I think because I'm just too gay to flirt with guys, even through my character.
(Me; y!msgr)
Melle: Lee keeps insisting on instering random bits of Quidditch knowledge into my brain.
Fleur: Really? Oliver's all babbling away "Quidditch Quidditch Quidditch Marcus Quidditch Quidditch Quidditch." The annoying twat.
Melle: I could live with the Quidditch, if he'd stop with the disparaging remarks about football. Becks is Not Pleased, and I have a sneaking suspicion Michael Owen is about to teach young Lee a lesson he'll never forget.
(y!msgr)
But the secrecy would make it all so much more !!!
<= WANTS the H/D angest and drama and !!!
(In which I seal my fate; AIM)
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Melle: Except with more issues. However, thankfully, no sign of freaky fetishes.
*dies* Issues are far better. Really.
Melle: Whee! What do we want them to do?
Meryl: Not. Be. Sappy. God. Dammit.
God. I have to keep checking to make sure this isn't one of my logs....
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Unfortunately, we now have Issues and fetishes. Dammit.
God. I have to keep checking to make sure this isn't one of my logs....
Should I take that as a compliment?
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Issues *and* fetishes? They *are* a mini Marc & Oli, aren't they? (Because Oliver? Enough issues for the entire Quidditch league.)
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Gnar.
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No argument. They're all awful, but Harry's the worst, by far.
At least Oliver has some sort of self-esteem.
Er. Possibly?
And Oliver isn't willing to effectively break his own damn heart to make Marcus happy.
No. That would be Marcus. Fortunately, I don't think that's going to happen, but if one of them were to do that, it'd be him.
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Thanks. ;p
(The worst thing is, I can't rightfully hate him for it, cause I'm pretty much the same. Gnar.)
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Er. I did not just say that. No. Because it really disturbed me.
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Except, of course, I no longer have a choice. Not that I had one in the first place, anyway.