...And you're sure?
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Thread Topic: ...And you're sure?
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*it (not my day xD)
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Wait...he's dead...? N-no....*falls to her knees, covering her face* Oh....
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Well, kind of...Renjin and Jamie were the ones who really got hit. He's sleeping. That's how they recover or whatever. Renjin was the one who died...he was cool.
*crosses arms*
Either way, I'm coming. Maybe he'll fix Mom. And we'll be a normal family. -
*nods sadly, not getting up* You know, he was different. Before I killed my mom. We were a family. Just us three. I liked it that way...He would always call me his 'little girl' and mom would just smile. She called me Ella, thats how I got that nickname. And then, she said she was having another kid...A boy. And suddenly, I wasn't his little girl anymore. He started staying away from me, spending more time with mom...And then I killed her.
*talking more to herself* -
Now there's Ryan...It's all about Ryan. Sad world.
*frowns deeper*
Ryan Ryan Ryan. -
*mutters more*...I haven't met him.
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Oh, you will. Between Ilya and Reea watching him like a loving mother, trying to keep what little sane family we have together, you'll meet him.
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Can we go see him now? Mom was going to name her son Ryan, after Iann...I want to meet him. Now. *blinks, standing up, looking fifteen all of a sudden* Like, now, as in now.
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E'yup. I guess.
*well yay 12 and 15*
*opens a portal, leading into a room* -
*walks through, frowning*
*like us*
....Yay. -
Ilya: *warily glaring at the door*
Reea: *looks up* Oh hey, Ella! KASS!
Ilya: Kass came back? Thank god.
I'm only bringing Big Sis here. I hate you all still.
Ryan: *reading Harry Potter*
(Not yet. I have to wait until November for us to be 12 and 15.) -
Hate them...Thats...*mutters, looking at Ryan* Hey, kid.
(Eh, close enough.) -
Kass: *turns and disappears*
Ryan: *looks up* Hello, Ella. *smiles* -
No. Only Ilya gets to call me Ella, okay. Just El. Not Ella...*mumbles, sitting down, rubbing her wrist* Sorry, kid.....*frowns* Damn it, I need a knife...Oh, no. That shouldn't have been said out loud...Oh god, I'm going crazy.
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Ilya: Breathe. Slowly. You're not going crazy, love.
Hopefully. 'Cos that'd suck if she is....
*goes back to reading*
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