Join Date: 09/30/13
Last Logged In: 10/12/13
The girl turned around, looking rather irked and curious as to what had happened to disturb her. Her cold blue eyes scanned the face she had turned to look at, growling softly. Her eyes seemed cold and aloof but it was obvious that it was very expressive.
\"What is it?\"
She looked even more irritated, possibly angry that this person had disturbed her. Her lock of her orange wavy hair fell onto her face, draping half of her face and covering her left eye. She didn\'t seem to mind at all though, still looking at the person expectantly.
\"What the hell? Don\'t bother me if you don\'t have anything to say!\" She finally gave up, looking exasperated as she turned back to her work on the desk. She was typing again, happily it seemed though she tried not to show it.
It was always the same. A Reader Insert here, a Reader Insert there. There was also the optional CYOA story but it was always a Reader Insert. Several of the stories she wrote were about several things; Axis Powers: Hetalia, Ao No Exorcist, Baka and Test, D. Grey-Man, Free! - Iwatobi Swim Club, Maximum Ride and several other things including some Otome Games.
Oh, there was so many fandoms to write about! And, when she felt like it and was confident enough, she wrote Original Stories as well.
\"Are you still there?\" She muttered, growling softly as she continued to write \"Look. Just leave me a message, okay? I\'m writing. Request and I\'ll get to it later...\"
-----Well, you built up your walls again-----
----- Not to keep out but to block in -----
\"I am so clever that sometimes I don\'t understand a single word of what I am saying.\"
\"Man is least himself when he talks in his person. Give him a mask and he will tell the truth.\"
\"To define is to limit.\"
\"Always forgive your enemies; nothing annoys them so much.\"
\"The old believe everything, the middle-aged suspect everything, and the young know everything.\"
\"It is absurd to divide people into good and bad. People are either charming or tedious.\"
----With every end, there is a beginning. With every death of something old, there is the birth of something entirely new----