Why...

Am I so bored?
I just don't feel like doing anything productive at the moment...
What if I tried to write in the twins' POV? Lauren says it would be funny.
 I said it would probably go something like this:
"As we skipped along down the road I turned to look at Wrevor. "Where are we going?" I asked.
"Does it matter?" I said in response to my brother's question.
"Not really," I reasoned. "Unless it requires being prepared."
"We have the croquet stick."
"Good point."
...
"So, where are we going?" I asked.
I laughed. "Wherever the wind takes us!""

....
See?
I'm so tired I"m not editing this crap. If you're reading this, I feel sorry that you have nothing better to do with your life then listen to my pointless ramblings that nobody could ever posisbly care about.
Please do something else. Solitaire?
I dunno...scroll down and read something useful at least.
This is...crap...
Just like my unread writing...
Thank goodness for Lauren...
I write for myself...and you know it's bad when you dissapoint yourself...
...
I've done it...
I'm doing it...
I'm going nowhere...
Getting nothing...
Where to start?
Where to begin?
Is it worth it?
Doubtful.
So, dearest nobody, what say you?

-Alice

Oh, editing...

I apparently can't DO such a thing...I was rereading my AJ chapter as I do to make sure I didn't do anything TOO stupid with editing and lo and behold-HOLY CRAP DID I EDIT AT ALL???
I'm going to have to go back and read it AGAIN because I dropped off in the middle of a sentence and did so many other stupid things...UGH.
TERRIBLE. *sigh* I apologize, Lauren. The only person who reads it, but still...
We must always be aware for random stumblers.
VIMHs: UGH, NOT THIS AGAIN!
YES! THIS AGAIN!
*sighs*
Back to the drawing board,
-Alice

Goodness me!

THIS SONG IS FREAKING PERFECT FOR AJ!

Just an ordinary man
Thrown into a life I didn't plan
Suddenly my world has changed
I'm unprepared to make my way
My resolve is growing weak
So unsure of who I'm supposed to be
The one who takes the noble path
Or the one who wants what he can never have


And I'm hardly the hero
This is the only thing I know to do
To make it through
But I need you to believe
That beneath this bravado
I'd still give anything to have a chance
To get you back
And I'm hardly a hero for that


Exuberant and terrified
Every time I look into your eyes
But I can't entertain the thought
Cuz we both know I'm not the man you thought I was


And I'm hardly the hero
This is the only thing I know to do
To make it through
But I need you to believe
That beneath this bravado
I'd still give anything to have a chance
To get you back
And I'm hardly a hero for that


The ones I love will always be
The ones who pay the price
And so I set aside my dreams
To do the thing that's right
And keep it all inside


And I'm hardly the hero
This is the only thing I know to do
To make it through
But I need you to believe
That beneath this bravado
I'd still give anything to have a chance
To love again
And I'm hardly the hero for that
Yeah I'm hardly a hero

WHY DID I NOT THINK OF THIS EARLIER???????
AAAAAAAAAAH! <3 THANK YOU LEVI KREIS!!!!

MWAHAHAHA! Part 2

I post again! Here's the other "chapter" of that "spy story" I was telling you about. Not that anyone read the first part but, you know. ^^
Camille, you probably won't like this as it has the twins in it, though, whenever I post writing you usually seem to be not-reading at the moment, so, you know. Whatever works, though. I'm posting it anyway, so there!
GO FORTH AND READ! (I LIKE CAPITALIZATION! ^__^):

“Yes, yes, they’re dead. The end. Sorry. We’re their kids, so on, so on. Ramble, ramble, blah-dy, blah, blah, and so on for a hundred years. Sob, sob, sob, I’m so sorry for your loss, blah, blah, blah, death,” Till said. “And that about wraps up our afternoon.”

Wrevor grinned as he walked down the long driveway next to his brother towards their house, their shadows stretching out long behind them in the late afternoon sun. “That and when we tried to open the letter and it sprayed pepper spray in our faces,” he pointed out. “I wonder how that even worked.”

Till held up the offending envelope. “Yeah, stupid piece of paper,” he muttered. “I wonder what it’s for?”

“Probably yet another thing we have to sign,” Wrevor rolled his eyes. “I’m convinced I have carpal tunnel syndrome.”

Till snorted and opened the door. “I tend to doubt that.”

Wrevor put his hand right in his brother’s face. “Look at it! There’s something wrong with this picture!”

“Other than the fact you just shoved your hand up my nose?”

“Yes, other than that.”

Their footsteps echoed along the walls of the large house, sounding somewhat solemn. It seemed as if a lot had changed, yet the house was exactly the same besides what their parents had given away in the will.

“Well, I guess this is all ours now,” Till muttered, looking around.

“It basically was in the first place,” Wrevor pointed out, fiddling with the envelope.

“How much do you think we can get for some of this stuff on E-Bay?” Till asked, poking at a dusty vase sitting on a small table in the entry way, next to the stairs.

“Hmmm?” Wrevor asked, finally picking open the edge of the envelope with his nail.

“So, are we really having a party, or were you just kidding abou-“

Suddenly, Wrevor got the letter open and quickly dropped it as a voice came from it saying, “Identification?”

“Woah,” they chorused.

“What’d you do?” Till asked.

Wrevor shrugged. “I opened it.”

“Identification correct. Scanning area,” said the envelope and there was the noise of something being scanned, though nothing was visible.

“Wicked,” they chorused again.

“Area secure. Initiating Operation TTR40-55B,” the envelope continued. “Have a nice day!”

“I think we should step back now,” Till announced and they both took a step back. Just in time it seemed as the floor seemed to slide open, revealing a dark tunnel leading down to who knew where.

Wrevor peered at it, listening as the envelope slid down into the shadow-filled hole. “Do you think it goes to hell? I mean, I’m guessing this has something to do with our parents and that would explain a lot.”

“I don’t think so,” Till whispered, peering into it too. “But you know what I do know?”

“What?”

“It’s bound to be more interesting than up here.”

“On three?”

“Yep.”

“One…”

“Two…”

“Three!” they said together and leapt down into the opening.

They fell right down, down, down, into the pitch blackness. It seemed as if they were going down some kind of slide, though they had no idea where it could possibly lead.

“Why am I having Alice in Wonderland flashbacks?” Till called through the air which was whizzing by quite quickly and was making it surprisingly hard to hear.

“Because this is terribly ironic!” Wrevor called back, his eyes glowing a light grey in the darkness.

Finally the tunnel came to an end, depositing them on their bottoms on a cold metal floor. They quickly got up and looked around, but the room was pitch black, just like the hole down which they had just come and it was impossible to see anything besides some large shapes looming in the background.

Plus, the way they had come had disappeared, and, despite it looking almost impossible to climb back up (though they were the two guys who had managed to get the lubricant that was supposed to be to get the croquet ball out of the chandelier stuck to the ceiling and then pried it off using a roll of duct tape and a spoon) had looked to be their only exit.

“Er…what now?” Till asked, feeling around in the darkness.

“Oh! Thank you for that, but I would prefer stayed within a 5 inch perimeter of that area of me, if you don’t mind,” Wrevor announced promptly.

“Sorry…do you think we’re stuck down here? Because I’d rather not die in a dark hole,” Till muttered.

“Exactly,” Wrevor agreed. “Maybe. Er… lights?”

Nothing happened.

“Er…well, that didn’t work.”

“That’s what I was thinking. Maybe-“

Suddenly, a glowing light came from their left. They glanced over quickly and looked over at each other, finally able to see their own faces as the small light was illuminating them, before continuing over towards it.

“If I’m dead, I’m going to be really unhappy.”

“Why?”

“Because we’re going to be stuck with Mum and Sir again.”

“Good point.”

The light was actually coming from a giant monitor that seemed to have just turned on. Suddenly, words appeared on it and they peered at it closer. It began to speak in the doctor’s voice.

“Hello boys. I’m glad you followed my directions and opened the envelope once you got home. If you had left it too long it would have self-destructed,” said the voice. “Let me get my picture up here.”

And on the screen, appeared the same man’s face who had talked to them earlier. “There we go. Anyways, I have something to tell you and you’re going to think it’s a trick but it’s not. This is really important…just…just go with it.”

The twins both sunk down onto the floor. “Whatever you say, Mr. Screen-guy,” said Till.

“I didn’t know this was down here,” Wrevor muttered, glancing around. “And we’ve been everywhere in this house. Everywhere.”

“You’re parents had a second profession along with running the airplane company,” Chet continued, lacing his fingers together. “That was just their cover. They were actually secret agents.”

The twins’ eyebrows both rose toward their curly hair. Then they burst out laughing. “What?” Till demanded. “Are you…nuts????”

“Mum…and Sir…agents??? What are you on and where can I get some of it?” Wrevor asked, breathlessly.

The doctor’s brow furrowed, though they doubted he could see or hear them and guessed that this was all pre-recorded. “I know you won’t believe me, but this place is proof. Computer? Lights please.”

“Voice identification accepted. Turning on lights,” said a computerized voice from somewhere above, sounding a lot like the one from the envelope.

“Oh, see he can turn the lights on,” Wrevor muttered unhappily but soon shut up when Till elbowed him.

The lights everywhere flipped on one by one, illuminating the previously dark room. All around, the twins were surrounded by rooms, and halls, and computers and technology and…weapons.

“What the…?” Till asked, eyes widening and turning green.

“I…but how?” Wrevor asked the computer.

“All this time when you thought they were gone,” the doctor continued, smiling wryly. “They were really off doing missions.”

The twins looked at each other, exchanging a look that said, “Just go with it. It could end up being a fun ride,” silently accepting the impossible, as they had learned to do quite early in life, despite the odds being totally against it.

“I don’t believe they would do that, but whatever,” Till muttered, looking slightly miffed.

“Who do they work for? CSI? FBI?” Wrevor asked eagerly. “And what have we got to do with it?”

The twins weren’t sure why they were continuing to talk to the computer despite it probably being a recorded message, but, you know, all things considered, it wasn’t the weirdest thing that had happened that day.

“Your parents worked for the UCBI,” he explained. “Meaning the Undercover Bureau of Investigation. This agency is international and has never and never will be involved with the government. We’re our own little separate thing.”

The twins nodded.

“But, sadly, (The twins scoffed.) now that they are dead, we’re missing two agents and their team,” said the doctor, matter-of-factly, looking deadly serious.

“Their team?” asked the twins.

“Their team being the 6 other people who worked with them on missions. Our agency is made up of many teams who we send up on many different missions around the world,” said the doctor. “But when your parents died, the team fell apart and we had to wipe their memories. So, for your mission, if you choose to accept it, you could choose some team members.” He raised his eyebrows.

“Why does this feel like a crossover of James Bond and Spy Kids?” Till whispered.

“Because it kind of is,” Wrevor muttered back.

“What’s our mission?” Till asked.

“And why does it feel like this is not a recording?” Wrevor asked, cryptically.

“Because it isn’t,” the doctor grinned. “I’m communicating from my top secret destination somewhere in the UK.”

“Woah!” they chorused. “Wicked!”

The doctor laughed. “Yes. And your mission will be revealed to you once you bring back a team.”

“Huh?” they asked.

“Get together a team of as many as 8 to as little as 2 people. Bring them back here. Then we’ll talk,” the doctor winked and the screen went black.

Till and Wrevor looked at each other, cocking their heads, then stood up and walked around, examining everything. There seemed to be a training room, and a rec room, and quite a couple other rooms, along with many computers and radars, beeping on continuously in the main area.

“Now the question is,” Till said, sliding down on the floor again, scooching towards the wall and putting his legs up vertically against so he was in an ‘L’ shape. “Is this a joke, or is this uncle we never knew we had telling the truth?”

“Well,” Wrevor said, arranging himself next to his brother in the same position and staring up at the high ceiling. “If this is a trick, it’s a pretty damn elaborate one, and it’s us saying that.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” Till agreed. “I just can’t imagine our parents-“

“The ones who left us home alone as soon as they could, or with a sitter-“

“-and never gave a damn when we did anything; be it good or bad-“

“-and ran one of the largest inter-world airplane companies in the world-

“-and were also world renowned for having the largest sticks up their arses ever-“

“-would ever actually have a second job as spies,” Wrevor concluded in bewilderment.

They were silent for a minute.

Till finally spoke up. “Who are we kidding? If this is real then it’s worth a shot right?” he asked.

Wrevor grinned widely and agreed, “Yeah, I think so. It’s better than running the company.”

“Which would probably be in chaos in a week if we ever tried anyway,” Till pointed out.

“Exactly. Letting us run anything is never a good idea,” Wrevor said.

“So…what do you say?” Till asked, licking his palm and holding out his hand. “Want to give it a go?”

“Is the pope Catholic?” Wrevor responded, licking his own hand and grasping his brother’s in agreement.

“Now we have to find a ‘team’ or whatever,” Till proposed, wiping his hand on his trousers. “And quickly because all my blood is rushing to my head.”

“At least it’s not rushing the other way,” Wrevor said slyly.

Till grinned. “I think I’d actually rather have it rushing the other way,” Till reasoned, sitting up straight.

“Yeah,” Wrevor agreed, sitting up also. “But you know what?”

“What?”

“I think I know the perfect people for the job.”

“Oh, I see what you mean.”

“Do you still have your cell on you?”

“Yes,” Till dug around in his pocket and handed it over. “Here.”

“Perfect.”

“Now I’m kind of glad we had the funeral here.”

“Ditto.”

*ELSEWHERE; AROUND 2:13 AM*

There was a sound. It kind of sounded like the alarm clock, but not really. It was a ringing sound. He realized that the phone was ringing. He also realized that it was way too early for the phone to be ringing.

“Ugh,” Terrence groaned, rolling over and burying his face in the pillow. “Why the hell is phone ringing???”

There was a muffled noise from next to him. “I don’t know.”

“Is that your phone?” he demanded.

“No, I think it’s the landline.”

“Who is calling at-what time is it? At this ungodly hour,” Terrence muttered, trying to get a look at the clock.

“2:13. And I guess I’ll get it.” There was some noise as the phone seemed to be knocked off its holder and onto the ground before being picked up. “Yeah? Hello?”

“It’s on your side,” Terrence pointed out. “Who is it?”  he asked, crawling across the bed sleepily to peer at the caller ID, which said, ‘The Twins.’ “Aha…”

“I’ll put it on speaker…” There was a beep as the button for speaker phone was pushed.

“Okay,” Terry muttered. “I’m awake now anyway. Hey, guys, what’s up?”

“Greetings!” said the voice on the other end brightly. “Long time, no call, how have you been?”

“It’s 2 in the morning,” Terrence grumbled. “Can we cut to the chase please?”

There was rustling on the other end as an identical voice announced, “’kay then, Sam, Terry, can you meet us somewhere in about an hour?”

(ELSEWHERE; AROUND 2:27 AM)

The phone rang, quite loudly actually.

Being right next to her ear, Tori naturally fell right out of bed and bumped her head on the bedside table trying to get up. She fumbled around with the phone for a minute before finally picking up, rubbing her head. “Hello?” she asked, glancing at the clock.

Who’s calling at 2 in the freaking morning? she thought.

“Hello Tee-tee,” said Till. “How are you?”

“In pain,” she answered, still rubbing at her head as she tried to scramble back up into the warm, squishiness of her bed. “What do you need?”

“We have a request,” Wrevor answered. “Do you remember the park we met you in about a month ago?”

“Yeah?”

“One hour. Meet us there? And could you bring Virgil along?”

(ELSEWHERE YET; 2:43 AM)

David picked right up, squishing the phone between her cheek and shoulder as she worked her thumbs, vaporizing yet another opponent on the screen. “You’re go for David,” she announced. “Who’s calling?”

“Little bumblebee,” Till announced. “We need you.”

“Ah, the creepy British twins,” David answered, trying to operate the controller with one hand while taking a bite of her Cheerios with the other. “This is sudden.”

“Not in that way,” Wrevor muttered. “We mean we need you for a…job of sorts.”

“What? Do you need me to crawl in somewhere small and get something again?” she demanded. “Because I still have nightmares about that.”

“No,” Till interrupted. “Though that was kind of funny. It’s a really awesome kind of job.”

“But we need to meet you somewhere in less than an hour,” Wrevor was audibly tapping his watch into the phone. “In the park. You know which one.”

“I’m in,” David agreed. “Just let me finish this level.”

“Perfect,” they responded. “See you then.

Blah, blah, blah,
-Alice

*sigh*

Cliffhanger.
*facepalm*
Dang you CP Coulter, you magical soceress you...
*shakes head*

Half way

DWIGHT'S ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!
THANK GOD.
And Julian! NO. YOU CANNOT DIE. YOU MAY NOT DIE LIKE THIS!
YOU HAVE TO LIVE DANGIT! *slap*
LIVE AND...No!
He musn't die!!!!!!!!
Although, I'm a little annoyed at him for saving the homicidal maniac-
DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON ME NOW!
I had to stop.....:(
I just had to!
AUGH!

Um...

And Micah (crap, who's Micah!!??)

Oh

Wes is there too!
OH MY GOSH DON'T DIE PEOPLE!!!!!

I forgot

I forgot how many people were in the explosion!
I knew Dwight, Kurt, Blaine, Reed, Logan, Julian, and the Tweedles were in there but I completely forgot about Charlie and Justin!
DON'T DIE YOU IDIOTS!
Dang you Adam! I knew you were trouble from the start!
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGH!

TT.TT

They're alive.
I'm crying.

OH MY FREAKING GOSH I CANNOT BELIEVE IT

CP COULTER FINALLY UPDATED!!!!
And it's almost NaNoNovel length. Now I know what took so long.
I'm kind of afraid to read it!
It took me so long to pick it up and now...I dunno...
BUT I'M SO EXCITED!
*sigh* ...I don't know...
It's just...been so long!
I...
I...
I'm going to go read it.
-Alice

THIS IS TOO CUTE

IT'S SO CUTE!!!!!!!!!!! LOOK AT ITS LITTLE SCRUNCHED FACE!
XD
Sorry...
But still, watch it!
(Nobody, who I'm, once again, talking to.)
-Alice

LAUREN MADE IT TO THE SECOND ROUND!

Amazon Breakthrough Novel contest! I'm so happy for her!!!!!!

List of Second Round Finalists

Please wish her luck!!!!

The Adventures of Mikuru Asahina Episode 00

Was it the adventures? Ah well...

Favourite part.

Shamisen: *starts talking*

Nagato: *completely expressionless* *whacks him with the wand so he shuts up* That was ventriloquism.

*a little while later*

Nagato: *while spinning off into the distance* Curses.

Oh, Nagato. ^^

This...is...weird...

I did a FictionPress search for my story (AJ's to be exact) which is called You Didn't See Anything (shut up, penguins of Madagascar reference, I know) and it came up EMPTY.
...
I find that incredibly creepy.
I can search "AJ" and find it but not the title of it.
...
That's just weird.
Confussled,
-Alice

Ps.

Yes.
Profeessional.
That is now a word.
Please use it on a daily basis.
*facepalm*
-Alice

I'm feeling better now

Especially after I read this:

Are you a writer? A profeessional writer? A good writer?

This guy is ingenious.

I'm going to go edit my AJ chapter now. Please read when I post.

^^
-Alice

Nobody Is Blogging

*sigh* Those Canaan days, we used to know...where have they gone? Where did they go?

My writing isn't up to snuff lately. It just kind of lies there. That makes me sad and not really wanting to write at all. What be the point?

And I wonder why nobody reads.

-Alice

Must...repost...

I couldn't stop laughing at this:

Click here!

It's worth it...xD

The Sigh of Haruhi Suzumiya

I shall now spout my opinion of this book onto the Internet...but first, a few things:

1. How is this a SIGH? She was almost as crazy as the first book until the end!

2. KOIZUMI FOREVER! I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY ASAHINA!

And um...I think that's it. So, of course, Cami knows more than me, this is just what I think happened. It was a good book, of course, though a little confusing at times...not as confusing as the first one. Not by a long shot...I think this is one that had "character development"? I noticed.

Kyon: I like Kyon, though he starts to annoy me at times...I saw him grow in this book though because he was driven so far that he broke and then was forced to make amends. And he learned from it. Especially about his relationship with Haruhi. Also, HE CALLED IT INNER-MONOLOGUING TWICE. Even HE admits it!

Nagato: I loved Nagato the most, I think, in this book if I'm honest. She usually gives the most straigh-forward answers I can understand (sorry Koizumi! You just get off-topic really easily and your speeches are really, really long!) and is just the most awesome in particular. I think her changing into that costume had some deeper meaning, but I didn't catch it. The thing I saw with her was admitting that she was wrong to act so rashly, which was weird because she usually knows everything. You go Nagato! You have yet to annoy me!

Haruhi: I'm beginning to like her more. Honestly, at the beginning of the book, I was ready to rip my hair out. She was just SO crazy and we have yet to find a straight-forward answer behind that, other than that's just how she is. But I can see her developing through Kyon a little bit more, maybe calming down a little. I was happy with her in this book. ^^

Asahina: Ugh...I just...I don't know what to say about her. She kind of annoys me. I really don't see anything to her character at all. I mean, maybe she could be considered brave, or strong but...I just don't see anything there! I can't hate her because, yeah, she's tortured but that seems all there is to her. Please correct me Cami and point out the obvious thing I'm missing but...I don't know. I just can't say I like her in anyway. Also, I'm kind of annoyed at her at the moment. HOW DARE YOU DOUBT HIM??? Ergh...especially when her side of the argument has no proof either! Besides, he always says "THIS IS MY THEORY." He doesn't say, "Hey Kyon, this is what you have to believe no matter what!" (Like Kyon would listen). Her theory is easier to understand, but I honestly think, in the space of this book Koizumi's makes more sense. Whatever...I'll just go stand by Nagato, she's the rational one.

And, of course, Koizumi: Obviously, yes, I love him, but yeah...he was sort of kind of getting to me a little by the end. Probably because his speeches with Kyon kind of confused me a lot. He also seemed weird for a while, then I realized what had happened-HE ACTUALLY HAD AN OPINION. I was so shocked, but I'm not even kidding. I was not used to that at all...also, I think one thing about this book, all the characters showed weakness at one point or another (like, for example: Asahina. All the time. Every time. And Nagato, once).  I think that's interesting. He was tired from all the stuff he had to do (I'm guessing that included trying to inform Kyon of what was going on) and, of course, he ended up dumping it all on Kyon. Sorry, Kyon. Maybe if you didn't rag on him so much I'd feel worse about that, but your the only one she'll listen to...

And...yes. That is it, I think. OH WAIT! That one girl! Whose name I can't pronounce! Or spell! Tsuruyah? Something like that? She annoys the heck out of me. I know I kind of have some stuff against Asahina, but...why does she enjoy her pain so much? She's not a friend at all! That's where I feel bad for Asahina. Her laugh is annoying and she laughs at everything. Cami said that's the point. Well, I'm going to have to tell the point where to jump off a cliff! And take her with it! I can't stand her. I hope she goes away. Sadly, I don't think that's going to happen. Argh....

I could see everyone's point of view in this book and keep switching sides on things. Besides Nagato. I always can be on her side because she's right. Other times, I'll switch around. Oh, that's another thing! Kyon. You can't be with Asahina. She's from the future. You will never stop fawning after her though, so, oh well. Good luck with that. Don't you want to listen to Big Asahina? "Don't get too close to me"? Does that not register in your brain? *sigh*

Finally, this book pointed out something good (I say so grudgingly...) We have no proof that any of these characters are telling the truth. That shocked me, but it's true. Great. Now I'm suspicious. But still...Nagato? Lying? No way. I can't see that. Koizumi can't keep up a joke to save his life and, though I think it would be hilarious, I sincerely doubt Asahina is acting.

Still, though, good point.
What's next Cami?
-Alice

HELLOOOOR CAMI!!!

Hey people!
Everyone: WHAT NOW?
Guess what?
Scarlett: Ooh, a guessing game! I know! Because it wanted to get to the other side right?
*facepalm* No.
Scarlett: A newspaper?
NO.
Scarlett: A-
MOVING ON. You have to say hi!!!
Terry: Why? We always say hi!!!
Cami wants your names. T.T So shut up.
Everyone: *groans*
Do it!
Scarlet: I HATE YOU LAZY! Fine. Hey. I'm Scarlet. Now *bleep* off.
No swearing!
Scarlet: *sticks tongue out*
Meh.
Louis: Hello! I'm Louis! Nice to meet you!
Todd: You guys do realize that because she's typing your names you don't have to-
NOT. YOUR. TURN. GAWSH TODDLES. Why do you always interupt others???
Todd: T.T
Carry on.
Scarlett: I'm Scarlett and oh my gosh, I can't wait to meet you! I love new people and friends and did you know that I like kittens? Well, I do and I found my alter-ego and-
Okay, next!
Lewis: *waves*
...he's quiet.
Okay, Todd, your turn now.
Todd: No. I'm not talking.
*le sigh* You're not talking to ME you're talking to Cami, who's never done a thing to you!
Todd: FINE. Hello. I'm Todd. Pleasure to make your acquaintence.
I can't spell. ^^
Terry: Bonjour. I'm the sarcastic vampire.
We know.
Terry: Shut up. She might not!
I think she does.
Terry: Whatever...I'm not happy with you....
Who is?
Sam: *raises hand*
You're happy with everyone. Especially Terry.
Sam: *blushes* *waves* I'm Sam! Want a cookie? *holds them out*
Twins: HELLO PERSON WE'VE ALREADY MET AND STILL LOVE DESPITE OUR DOUBTS THAT YOU LOVE US BACK! *tackleglomp Cami*
...sorry...
AJ: Meh. She doesn't like me. I don't see why I should have to-
*holds up the duct tape*
AJ: *sniffles* Whatever. Hi. We've established who I am. I'm going to bed now. *stalks off*
And Salem, since you love him, who's only staying here for a while.
Salem: *smiles quietly from the corner*
Scarlet: *turns the camera (don't ask)* How can smile LOUDLY?
Scarlett: Like this! *smiles and talks through teeth* LAAAAAAAAAAAA!
Scarlet: Can I kill her?
Louis: Um...no.
Terry: *facepalm* We should leave now.
Sam: Nobody? Seriously? THEY'RE COOKIES PEOPLE!
Till: Ooh! Biscuits!
Wrevor: Huzzah!
Both of them: *run over*
Till: By the way-
Wrevor: If you see a spoon-
Twins: TELL. US. PLEASE.
We're going now...
Todd: Thank goodness. We've wasted enough time in people's days...day...life....eternity...
Right, well, who wants a hello from us crazies next, huh?
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I've Decided to Post This Here to Annoy People With My Writing

So, I started writing this at Halloween, but was too busy and kind of dropped off of it. It's a cross-over that doesn't make any sense what-so-ever and will eventually be posted on Fictionpress once it's done. I'm sure half of you will have no idea who almost any of these people are. Maybe a fague image, maybe not. Eh...anyways, here it be: My Halloween side-story that makes no sense. As Buck would say, rate it, even if you  hate it. ^^

PART I (or something)

I peered nervously at the knife in Terrence’s hand and swallowed. I had an urge to say something, but he’d probably whack me if I did. I sighed. My mouth couldn’t hold back any longer. “I don’t know if I trust you with that knife in your hand, Terry,” I told him.

As I had guessed, he glared at me. Sam laughed from beside him. “It’s only a pumpkin carving knife Tori. Though I wouldn’t say that while he’s holding it.”

Okay, so knife is a big word…still. I made Virgil carve my pumpkin for me. I didn’t trust myself with knife. Even a dull one. Probably a smart idea right?

“I’m doing fine,” Terrence muttered unhappily. “Now, shut up Tori. You’re breaking my concentration.”

“I used to love that game!” Mom piped up, hurrying by carrying a large bowl of candy.

“Oh, wait! Mom! When does trick or treating start this year?” I called after her, leaping up and startling Snowflake in the process who went flying off under the couch.

“I thought I told you already! 5:30, Tori. I’m not telling you again! I’m a little busy, if you can tell,” she called back, and picked up her laundry basket.

Okay, so she might have told me a few times, but I had a bad memory! And besides, she wasn’t doing that much. Just laundry and dinner, and getting candy ready…that’s like, three things less than usual.

If you can’t tell by now, it was Halloween night and therefore, chaos had ensued (i.e. we waited till last minute to do, well, everything, which is why I was going as a flower. I just couldn’t decide and Mom threw something at me and Virgil said he thought I’d look cute, so it was decided. Then Terry said my freckles could be seeds and I kicked his ankle.)

“Next time, you’ll have to ask her,” I told Virgil, who was peering anxiously under the couch at Snowflake. “By the way, where’s David?”

“Oh,” Virgil said, looking back at me. “She’s going with some of her friends from 8^th grade.”

“Ah, well. We’re not cool enough for her?” I asked, jokingly.

“Nope,” Virgil grinned.

Just then, the doorbell rang.

Mom leapt out of nowhere, wearing her witch costume which she wears every year (I told her it was uninventive one year, but she threatened to eat all my candy in the night so I shut up), candy in hand, grumbling, “They’re 10 minutes early!”

“Then don’t give them any candy,” Sam suggested.

“No way! I don’t want to seem like a mean witch,” she said, and flung open the door.

As it turned out, it wasn’t trick-or-treaters, but two familiar faces. Two entirely too familiar faces. In fact, I would have rather it had been trick-or-treaters. Especially when I saw what they were wearing. Or…weren’t wearing, that is.

“HELLO MEHALLS AND VIRGIL AND SAM!” the twins called loudly, waving eagerly from the door.

See what I meant?

I got up to greet them anyway. “Uh…what are you two doing here?” I asked, hoping they just came to borrow some sugar or something. Yeah, right.

“We came to be with you for the night!” one of them (possibly Till) announced, tugging on something out of sight, as I still hadn’t decided whether or not to round the corner to be in full view of the front door.

“Yes! For the American holiday of the tricks and treats!” the other announced (possibly Wrevor).

“What a…um…lovely surprise,” Mom said and hurried off as the washer dinged, saying it was done with the current load.

“Where’d you get our address?” I demanded, finally rounding the corner.

“We hacked it from your phone,” Till admitted, still trying to pull something.

“From which we got your phone number back in Florida when you weren’t looking,” Wrevor added, going to help his brother with the pulling.

That’s when I noticed their outfits, or lack of. “Er…” I stuttered, really kind of wishing I hadn’t rounded the corner. “What are you wearing?” I also noticed what they were pulling. “And what is that???”

Terrence appeared next to me. “Why are you two here…uh…covered in glitter? And holy crap, what’s with the ginormous pumpkin???”

“We found it!” Till announced, finally managing to pull the wheel barrow carrying the sumo-sized pumpkin over our threshold.

“Well…we couldn’t decide what to wear,” Wrevor nodded, going around to push the pumpkin from behind. Okay. It was official. The rainbow glitter covering their entire bodies, minus their hands, and face was blinding.

“Usually, we have this cycle,” Till said.

“First, we go as something scary-“

“Then something adorable-“

“Then something either inappropriate or creepy-“

“But this year we got into this huge argument over what we had worn last year-“

“So we kind of ended up putting them all together last minute,” Wrevor finished.

Finally, the other two boys came over to see what the holdup was. As they did, I checked my watch, otherwise known as the clock in the desk room. “Oh crap! We should be going,” I announced. “MOM! CAN WE LEAVE?!”

She walked up from the laundry room. “Okay, but take Casper with you.”

“What? Mo-om….” I moaned unhappily. Casper always ruined it by yelling at us to “stay on the left side of the road” and “don’t do such and such” and etc. “Aren’t we old enough to go alone by now?”

“Aren’t you old enough to be done with trick-or-treating?” Mom retorted, readjusting the laundry basket on her hip.

“Puh-lease? I mean, the twins are coming! They’re tall, and foreign, and I sincerely doubt anyone will come within 10 feet of us with them looking like that,” I argued, kind of glad they were helping my argument.

Mom sighed and looked conflicted. I glanced over at the boys for back up, but they were trying to demand to know “please God tell me you’re wearing something else under that.” Which, I wouldn’t really want to know in the first place but the doppelgangers were refusing to answer (a rarity) so it probably couldn’t be good.

So, I was on my own, being tested by the Inquisition. “Well…” she finally muttered. “I guess you can go alone-“

“YES!” I yelled. “Thank you, Mom! Thank you, thank you, thank-“

“WAIT,” she shouted. “If-“

“I hate ifs,” Terrence whispered. Oh sure, now he was here. But he wasn’t that great with excuses anyway…probably better he wasn’t there or we’d have been polishing oranges for a week afterwards…

“-you all take your phones, you check in every hour, you don’t talk to strangers, and you’re back by precisely 7:30 PM. No later. I want to get everyone home. Tell…um…tell you know who that. They seem to be night owls, which probably isn’t good…” she winced. “Fine. Go. Have fun. Get me some candy.”

“Yes Ms. Mehall!” Terrence announced and skipped off, which looked kind of funny considering he was a make-shift pirate that year.

I hugged her. “I promise! Come on guys!” I announced, grabbing Virgil’s hand and dragging him outside before she could change her mind.

“If you could find a giant candle for that-“ Till said, pointing at the pumpkin.

“-it would look way awesome!” was the last thing out of anyone’s mouth before Mom slammed the door behind us, still muttering to herself.

Probably for the best…

***

Okay, I was about to go criminally insane. The twins. Would not. Shut up. Sure, they were cute, but they could also be kind of a) disgusting, b) brutally honest without realizing it and c) creepy.

Right, I already am insane…maybe not criminally so, I mean, I have a stem and I am not afraid to use to right? See?

Yeah. I’m kinda insane.

Virgil was laughing at the face I was making (which, really, wasn’t that funny) and I would poke him or something but I didn’t want to get makeup all over my hand.

He was a zombie soccer player. He had let me try and do his monster makeup but, unfortunately, Mom came along, gasped and grabbed the makeup remover. I mean, it wasn’t even that bad. Gosh, Mother. Though, I do admit, she can do it slightly better than me…what? She’s had practice!!!

Either way, I was totally right about people not coming within 10 feet of us. Probably good for their safety. Fear the daisy, people. Fear it.

I like Halloween (though last year, trying to throw a Halloween party took way too much work and evil fairy problems for my taste, but I did get an awesome boyfriend out of it (and Sam, but that’s beside the point)) but, Mom was kind of right. We go around and people look at us weird because we’re teenagers and they’re convinced we’re going to egg their houses and steal all their candy, so it’s a little awkward. Especially when other teenagers hand you candy and then look at you like you’re an idiot.

Lucky for us, we’re either too short to be sure (now I’m not saying who and I’m definitely not going to admit to saying that later), don’t care, or are way too intimidating to mess with (i.e. Virgil who does look pretty scary, though, I’d still kiss him if I could.)

Suddenly, lost in my own thoughts, I ran right into the back of Sam who had stopped moving for some reason. Actually, everyone had. I looked at them. “Uh…what’s going on?” I asked.

Terry pointed. In front of us stood a huge, dark, freaky looking haunted house that I could have sworn wasn’t there earlier when we got home from school. “Has that…um…always been there?” It seemed like the kind of place where darkness surrounded it all the time and lightning struck only in that spot in the neighborhood.

“No,” Virgil mumbled.

“What’s it doing here?” asked Sam.

“Generally, being a house?” Terrence suggested and Sam shot him a look that conveyed more things than I could recognize, though one of them was definitely annoyance.

“Maybe it’s a haunted house!” Till suggested, and his brother nodded.

“People do those, don’t they?” he asked, looking genuinely interested.

Well, they were British. Nothing against British people, I was just saying that they probably didn’t have all the weird American stuff we had across the pond. Like hamburgers. Or the Fourth of July. I nodded and looked at Virgil to make sure we weren’t all imagining the house or something weird like that.

“I’ve been down your street quite a few times now and I don’t remember that being there,” he went to rub his chin but pulled his hand away just in time to avoid ruining the whole undead look. “Why don’t we just turn around and-“

“Or we could INVESTIGATE it!” the twins chorused and went running off towards it.

“What?” I looked at Terry. “What?? No! Get back here!” I ran after them.

“Tori!” Virgil called and ran after me. And so it went on until we were all standing at the foot of the black, large, creepy looking house.

“Holy sh-“ Terrence began but I shot him a look. “Shiitake mushrooms.” Sam raised an eyebrow at him and he just shrugged. “We were all thinking it.”

Virgil looked over at me and tried to say, “I really don’t think this is a good idea.”

I nodded quickly and moved closer towards him, thoroughly creeped out. “I agree.”

“Oh please,” one of the twins rolled his eyes and waved us off.

“Don’t be wimps!” the other one said, mimicking his brother’s actions. Then they started off again.

We all sighed but followed them, sadly though, this time I was grabbed by strong hands and pulled into the bushes. I tried to scream but my mouth was covered. I struggled but was let down my minimal amount of arm strength once again. “Mmmm!” I demanded indignantly.

"Sh-psh!" a voice hushed me. “Stop squirming!”

I wanted to say, "You're the one that dragged me into a bush," but it just came out like a bunch of humming. I stopped anyway, wishing he would retract his grip.

"Are you done?" he hissed. I tried to see the face of my captor but, sadly, I had branches sticking up my nose instead and was unable. I eventually gave up, though still wiggled my fingers in one last effort of escape. To my surprise, my hand managed to break free of his shoulder lock and I pulled his hand off my mouth.

I probably should have been more focused on getting the twig sticking into my eye out of the way, but it's uncomfortable having some guy you've never seen (at all) before put his hand on your mouth. "What do you want?" I demanded. Why is it always me? I thought. "I was walking there."

"Yeah," he said, releasing his hold on me. "Some place to be walking." I turned around to look at him and almost fell out of the bush. “You shouldn’t be here.”

It wasn't because he looked terribly odd...well, besides his hair. He had brown eyes and pale skin and was cocking an eyebrow at me in disdain. His hair, however, looked like it had had a failure of a rainbow throw up on it.

"Woah," I blurted. "What happened to your hair?" It was also sticking up in weird directions, like it had had a failure gel job that morning.

He huffed grumpily, probably used to hearing that. Hey, he was the one who had kidnapped me. "I don’t think-"

At that point, four long, glitter-covered arms reached down into the bushes and hoisted me out by my under arms. I was so glad somebody had helped me that I accidentally hugged the doppelgangers, permanently covering myself in glitter in the process. The whole group of boys cheered happily. "What happened?" Virgil asked, coming over and dusting me off.

"Some guy grabbed me!" I told them.

"Why?" Terrence asked.

"Why not?" the twins responded to the question that wasn’t meant for them.

I just shrugged. "He just told me to go away from here." But as the sky around us began to darken and the creepy house's shadow grew, I began to agree with Bush Dude. “Kind of.”

"Where?" Till asked.

I pointed to the bushes. "We'll get it!" Wrevor announced, and they both went toward the bushes from which I had recently emerged.

"We should be going," Sam suggested. I nodded quickly, agreeing.

"Yeah," Terry nodded too, and we turned on our heels, muttering things about random appearing houses. That was, until the twins strolled up, toting along Bush Guy who looked less then pleased. He might have been almost as tall as them (a feat somewhat amazing in itself,) but they had a firm grip on him and were smiling hugely, per usual. "Here you go," they said and deposited him on his butt next to me.

"Gee, thanks," I managed. Yes, because I wanted him. Actually, all I wanted was to go home and just steal some candy from Mom's basket instead. Bush Guy kind of looked like he wanted to do that too.

Sam reached down and tried to help him to his feet, but he ignored him and got up himself, dusting the dirt off his jeans and looking annoyed. Virgil looked over at me with a weird look on his face. My shoulder met my ears again and he looked away.

Bush Guy looked at me accusingly, "I thought I told you to go away."

"You didn't tell me to go away," Terrence pointed out unhelpfully, as we were just about to leave anyway.

"Nor us," chorused the twins.

"Well, we were leaving," I grumbled, just wanting the uneasy sensation in my stomach to stop. "But now that you're here..." I trailed off, completely losing my train of thought.

"What are you doing here?" Sam suggested, holding my thoughts better than I could. I nodded, though, and moved closer to Virgil.

I really didn't feel like knowing what he was doing there if it a) was something bad because we just always seemed to get involved in that kind of thing and I just wasn't in the mood or b) if it was a long story. Who knew why large, dark, appearing houses freaked me out, but they did and it wasn't gonna be long before I went running off screaming like the mental patient I truly was inside. And maybe it was just a bad taste in my mouth or the overwhelming expectation of being struck by random lightning at any second, but I had a bad feeling about the place.

“I’m on duty,” the guy announced, stick his nose up.

“What kind of duty?” Till asked.

“Is this your house?” Wrevor asked.

“No!” he exclaimed hurriedly. “I just-it’s a special kind of duty.”

Terry rolled his eyes. “Right. What kind of special duty involves hanging around in the bushes around some creepy house?”

“Landscaping?” Till pointed out unhelpfully.

“Surveying?” Wrevor added.

They really had to learn that all questions weren’t meant to be answered. At least, not always by them.

“No,” Bush Guy grumbled.

“Can we leave now?” Virgil asked, sounding exasperated. He tugged on my sleeve and pouted at me.

“Yes,” Sam said.

“No!” Terry argued. “I want to know what he’s doing here! He could be a mass murderer for all we know! If we leave him here, he might kill again…” he trailed off ominously and eyed Bush Guy closely. Bush Guy just rolled his eyes.

I glared at Terry. Most of the time, I loved him. Now was not one of those times.

“I’m on duty,” Bush Guy repeated. “Guard duty.”

“Guarding what?” Till asked.

“The house?” Wrevor asked.

“You!” Bush Guy threw his hands up.

“Us?” I snort-laughed. “By hiding in a bush?”

He glowered at me and waved us off with a rude hand gesture. By then we were all laughing at least a little. He was obviously delusional. “Bye, Bush Dude!” I called as I turned to leave, still laughing.

“My name is AJ,” he grumbled. “And you people deserve to get captured by him!”

“Him?” Terry asked. “Right, sure.”

“When you’re all trapped, don’t come crying to me!” Bush Guy shouted.

“Ha,” I began. “I don’t th-“ Then the ground opened out from below us.

We all fell down, down, down except the twins who had been being surprisingly quiet (for them) and apparently had trap-tracking devices installed in their brains and AJ the Bush Guy. Everything was pitch black. I tried to scream but was unable.

So, down, down, down, into the rabbit hole we fell. And this Alice was not a happy girl about it.

Ps. Tori and Virgil are together, Tori's my MC of my other series, you probably know Sam and Terry and the twins and AJ is guy from my other main series. ^^

I Have No Creative Title For This...

"Don't be so serious, don't breathe on me, you're too close, and you're freaking me out!"
Oh Kyon...when will you learn that Koizumi apparently doesn't give a care about your personal space?

^^ Anyways, I decided to post this here since dreams kind of interest me and STOP PUTTING THAT EXTRA INDENT AT THE TOP EVERY TIME YOU SAVE MY DRAFT STUPID BLOGGER!

Rargh...at least my SS project is done...Click it to find out what dreams are made of! (Kind of...)
Yay! Dream stuff! And I finally figured out how to make one of these! HUZZAH!

And...um, it's Super Bowl Sunday. (Yay commercials and free food!) I'm supporting the giants, just so I can chant NEW YORK GIANTS! really loud. And I hate the Patriots. I'm wearing a Cowboys shirt, though. Yes. They are sad. Shut up.

Er...that's pretty much it. I'm off to procrastinate doing something now!
Bye!
-Alice :D

In the Immortal Words of Lady Gaga (haha), Boys, Boys, Boys

Argh. It's driving me bonkers. ALL MY CHARACTERS ARE GUYS!!!

Meh...

I mean, look at the facts. Tori has, like, NO girlfriends. She has Terry, who was the gay vampire, her best friend, etc, and all that so he had a point, right? Then of course, she needed a love interest so Virgil was created. Then Sam came into it for reasons yet to actually be voiced. I guess there's David, but she's not really a main character. Just a plot problem and will have a sub-plot in the fifth story...and then, of course, there's the twins. As you can, see she is surrounded by boys. And her mother. And her mother's boyfriend, Jim. Who is also a boy, in case you were wondering.

Then, let's see, AJ (boy), who has two boy cousins, a guy social worker, or whatever Bill does for a living, Mr. White Suit Guy, and Chihuahua....then one girl cousin, a step-aunt, and one random chick.

Then look at my VIMHs. Boys: Louis, Lewis, Todd, Terry, Sam, the twins, AJ, Salem occasionally, Darren if he ever crawls out of the character vault again. Girls: Scarlet, Scarlett, Tori (rarely), Cinni (also rarely).

ARGH. I must make some girl characters! Lauren, you have a lot of girl characters. What to loan me one?

Till: Oh please. You know you love us.

Not really.

Wrevor: Pshaw.

*facepalm*