[It's walking around limbo now, barely able to contain its giggles and its laughs, there's a pep in it's step, the day was finally here. Where's it going? Who knows now, likely to retrieve a certain hunk of metal.]
Do trees weep? Do they cry out? This I wonder.
Can they feel? Can they forgive? Can they look upon those that burn them down and still have it within their core to forgive? If so, they are better than I.
@NotRokeaLamp
(Kasper held his breath as he stole glances from Lampert, simply sitting next to him wasn't close /enough/ for him though. Nervously, his arm lifted behind Lampert, reaching out to hold his arm with slight hesitation.)
Stuttering
Cold and damp
Steal the warm wind, tired friend
Times are gone
For honest men
Sometimes, far too long for snakes
In my shoes
Walking sleep
In my youth, I pray to keep
Heaven send
Hell away
No one sings like you anymore
@xXP1NKD1N0Xx
I think you should invest in a gun and two bullets, one for yourself and one for your little lamp boyfriend, before I get the chance to get my hands on you both.
@TricksterRock
I’ll Fucking Know When You Come Down Here You Fee Fi Fo Fum Fat Bastard. Face Me Like A Man, Maybe Throwing A Few Punches Will Make You Lose Some Weight.
[ELSEWHERE. NOT AN RP.]
*Out it stepped, its little "meeting" over with, it was back to familiar ground.*
Bah.
*It scoffed at the hole in its shoulder, how frustrating, there is always some damage coming to its clothing. It would be mended in time.*
I've got a way words
but not a way with emotions.
I've got a silver bullet
I've got a self-prescription
I say "hand me one more drink",
you call it an addiction.
Who am I?
@CABINETMAAM
@Guest_1314
@somethingwickid
[ Malcom barely even focused on the others surrounding him until Unpleasant leaned in to speak the vessel's known language. ]
[ . . . ]
[ He listened. ]
[ And then he wept ever so silently, covering his face within his bound arms. The words were too awfully familiar. ]
*The Silence is broken, the ballroom lights up, a song of dance fills the Diner, shoes on tile, metal scraping, it echoes throughout the halls. A machine is roused from it's turmoil, its home has been invaded.*
Where do they go, those smoke rings I blow each night?
Oh, what do they do, those circles of blue and white?
Why do they seem to picture a dream above, then?
Why do they fade that phantom parade of love?
@xXP1NKD1N0Xx
Hmph.
*It straightens its tie, ripping the knife from its shoulder and tossing it away.*
I am not one to go back on my word. So this IS just a warning. Learn to behave next time, do you understand?
[Its giggling and ringing its hands together, it left a corpse under a tree, and now its off, running along with whatever misfits ran besides it. It was off to cause some problems.]
@CABINETMAAM
*It sounded low, almost like a threat, it hadn’t intended it to sound that way, but it felt scared, vulnerable, its friend did not understand it, and it did not understand her, and it did not want to be understood, because it did not understand itself to begin with.*