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Jaye Tyler (
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10:57 pm
Because we might as well
Come on, people. Get it out of your systems. Fight with yourself.
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chasingangela
2006-01-26 02:20 pm (UTC)
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Which makes me one, right?
I cannot believe you called me stupid. That's just really rude.
And quit looking at me like that. It's like you're seeing right through me.
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game-of-you.livejournal.com
2006-01-26 02:21 pm (UTC)
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Because I am, Ms. Chase. You are not so complex, though you like to delude yourself that you are.
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chasingangela
2006-01-26 02:23 pm (UTC)
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...did you just call me stupid AGAIN?
*pouts. Looks like she's about to cry.*
Fine. Maybe I am.
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game-of-you.livejournal.com
2006-01-26 02:25 pm (UTC)
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You are not stupid, actually, for a human. But you cannot hope to comprehend one such as myself. It is hopeless.
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chasingangela
2006-01-26 02:27 pm (UTC)
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*looks abashed*
*grins*
I'm sorry, it's just -- you know I have so heard that before. *lowers voice* "Baby, you just can't
understand
me, I'm all deep and tortured."
Right. Why do men pull that, seriously?
And why does it work so well on me?
You're just a pretentious teacher with delusions of Goth.
Though I still don't like that you don't have eyes.
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game-of-you.livejournal.com
2006-01-26 02:30 pm (UTC)
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You should not mock me so, Ms. Chase. It will not end well for you.
*Broods. Thanks about Nada. Thinks about Thessaly. Broods some more.*
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chasingangela
2006-01-26 02:31 pm (UTC)
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*is frightened*
Of course. Sir.
*also broods*
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game-of-you.livejournal.com
2006-01-26 02:32 pm (UTC)
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*Continues to brood. Sulks.*
Finally. "You are mine, you know. Perhaps that is why you fight me so."
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chasingangela
2006-01-26 02:42 pm (UTC)
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I'm
yours
? You completely do not even
know
me and I'm somehow
yours
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Do I get, like, a say, or is this some freaky Goth sex thing?
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game-of-you.livejournal.com
2006-01-26 02:46 pm (UTC)
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I ought not to have told you.
You still need to learn to show more respect to your elders, child. If your player did not have an unreasonable inability to cause you true harm, you would be trapped inside a nightmare for a year or three, until you had learned your lesson.
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chasingangela
2006-01-26 02:59 pm (UTC)
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Really? You can
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that?
*shudders*
All right. Sir.
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I cannot believe you called me stupid. That's just really rude.
And quit looking at me like that. It's like you're seeing right through me.
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*pouts. Looks like she's about to cry.*
Fine. Maybe I am.
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*grins*
I'm sorry, it's just -- you know I have so heard that before. *lowers voice* "Baby, you just can't understand me, I'm all deep and tortured."
Right. Why do men pull that, seriously?
And why does it work so well on me?You're just a pretentious teacher with delusions of Goth.Though I still don't like that you don't have eyes.
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*Broods. Thanks about Nada. Thinks about Thessaly. Broods some more.*
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Of course. Sir.
*also broods*
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Finally. "You are mine, you know. Perhaps that is why you fight me so."
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Do I get, like, a say, or is this some freaky Goth sex thing?
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You still need to learn to show more respect to your elders, child. If your player did not have an unreasonable inability to cause you true harm, you would be trapped inside a nightmare for a year or three, until you had learned your lesson.
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*shudders*
All right. Sir.