[Laszlo's Scrapbook] If you only knew.

[Boris]

To do list - Threads I need to reply to in chronological order of the last reply.

12/14 complete

Let Me Be – Nov 19th (Ambrose) MOVED TO OTHER LIST
Bloody Prayer – Nov 27th (Veldrys)
Second Chance – Nov 28th (Poison)
Fading Embers – Nov 28th (Ulric, Sev, Vic)
Worldly – Nov 29th (Ifran)
[Boris] Land Ho! - Dec 3rd (Shade)
Expected Encounter – Dec 3rd (Victor)
Paradigm – Dec 9th (Abalia)
Wanted – Dec 13th (Vanos) MOVED TO OTHER LIST
Internal – Dec 18th (Duvalyon)

And:
The Ball Is Rolling
Deceive Me

Need new threads with:
Seven
Naama

Feel like I'm forgetting something.

[Volans]

Don't forget, we totally need to thread. Like, srsly.

[Kamalia Timandre]

So I saw this while browsing Google.


Stay sweet and happy always!

[Laszlo]

Oh my god! It's so perfect! That's totally Laszlo and Kamalia! Amaziiiing.

I must catch up on threads so our characters can meet.

[Laszlo]

New List
Still working on the old one, but I need to write this one before I get lost.

Replies:
Laszlo
Dhal's Thread
Shai's Thread
Let Me Be
Wanted

Boris


Threads I want to start:
Laszlo
Arrow
Victor - Confrontation
Kamalia
Shai
Ulric
Jilitse

Boris
Solaris
Volans
Jett
Seven's character whoever that is don't remember his name only that his model is that creepy dude from Doctor Who and some other well known show.

[Boris]

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[Lazybones]

This made me smile today. If you can't tell, both the "parent" stickers are women. Usually I think bumperstickers are silly, especially those quirky little family ones, but I thought that this was heartwarming and I was glad to see an unconventional family be proud of itself. The guy behind me watching me take the picture with my camera phone probably hated my guts though. Kids and their texting! So I have a new list of stuff I need to do. Laszlo: Raging Like a River Center Stage Betrayal Worldly Internal Home is Where Your Hearth Is Second Chance Thread with Kamalia Thread with Dhalvasha Solo on Winter 3rd Boris: Thread with Volans Thread with Jett Lazybones: Grade threads for: Aello - 1 Aello - 2 Hadrian -1 Hadrian - 2 Hadrian -3 Write New Location for Ravok Special Task for Verilian Special Super Secret Task for Verilian John: Play at least 2 hours of Assassin's Creed before the weekend Pay bills Spend a lot of money on something useless Wear clothes that match Yeah... I can do this... /heads to Starbucks At least work is slow enough that I can grade threads when I have nothing better to do:

[Lazybones]

At the movie theater the other day I tried SOOOO hard to not answer the texts vibrating in my pocket. I was the only one. ._. Didn't you see the quirky advertisement about how that makes you a terrible person?

[Laszlo]

The first time he knocked on the door, naturally I didn't hear it. It was the early evening, so I was home, in my room, settled in with my laptop and bathing my pale skin in its cool glow. The boyfriend was out, working as usual, so I was alone and making use of my precious free time to scroll through Mizahar pages. The keyboard rattled madly; to no one's surprise I was in the chatroom again, pretending to be cool with my counter-intuitive overuse of smileys and tildes. My door was closed to keep the heat in. I was content in my own private world.

He knocked again. I heard it this time, but ignored it. I hadn't ordered any food and I wasn't expecting guests. Aside from my boyfriend, five other people lived in this house and they were always in motion. I felt a surge of envy for whoever's hot meal had arrived, too preoccupied with a witty, sophisticated joke I was feverishly entering into the chat window.

(00:33:03) Sumgai: This game is too hard for me.
(00:33:12) Laszlo: unce

Perfect.

For a third time, a steady, harsh knocking assaulted my front door. I sighed in exasperation. Fine, I would go see who it was. What was I, the butler? I would definitely be passive aggressively complaining about this the next time the roommates and I hung out.

Setting aside my laptop, I pushed myself from the bed and noisily opened my door, hoping that someone would hear it and would be guilted into intervening before I reached the door. I sidestepped the pile of clothes someone left near the couch, but tripped over the corner of a keyboard stand. It wasn't as if my house wasn't very clean. For seven people, it was actually very tidy. I just happen to be very uncoordinated.

Stepping into the entryway, I saw a shadow through the tiny window in the front door. I didn't recognize the bodyshape, but he was tall. I didn't know anyone that tall. It was probably Travis, looking for my roommate. He works at the donut place nearby and always has free donuts. My mood brightened. I could do with free donuts.

I reached to open the door, but it didn't move. It was stuck again. It does that a lot. With a stronger yank of my arm, I pulled it free.

My lips parted. It wasn't Travis.

The figure before me turned around and looked directly at me—into me, his well trimmed eyebrows set in a low, skeptical glare. His eyes were a color I'd never seen before, like liquid gold, glimmering and almost metallic. No one's eyes should have been that vivid.

Although I had never seen him before, I immediately knew who he was.

"Oh my god." My voice was barely a whisper.

"John?" he asked me in a dulcet baritone. He spoke the name awkwardly, as if testing its pronunciation. He had never used that name before.

"Who are you?"

He narrowed his eyes. "Don't you dare ask me that."

"But you're not real." I was backing away from the door now. My mind wasn't working anymore. My imagination was overheating and my sense of logic had fled for the hills. I couldn't comprehend what I was looking at. I had seen that face before, but it hadn't been his. It belonged to an English actor who didn't know I existed, or that I'd photoshopped his pictures and slapped them all over an online writing site.

The real Ben Barnes didn't have horns.

The tall visitor stepped inside my home, glancing down at the door carefully as he slid it closed behind him. It didn't latch until he gave it one final shove. Stupid door. He turned back to me. God, his eyes were beautiful.

"This is a joke," I said quickly, before he could say anything. I already knew it wasn't, but the alternative made absolutely no sense. "Ross put you up to this right? I didn't know he read my writing. That's a really good costume."

The visitor considered this, digesting my desperate stubbornness as he mulled on a way to deal with me. I knew what he was thinking. I knew the way he thought. He was my design, after all. He contemplates a lot. In massive paragraphs.

"Pretend this is a dream," he said finally. He took a step toward me. I took a step back.

"No. No no no no. I've finally snapped, haven't I? This is why no one answered the door. No one was actually knocking—"

"Stop it. Control yourself and consider for one moment that between the two of us, yours is not the worst predicament right now."

I chewed on my lips. He had a point. Even if this was a dream, or if by some remote chance I WASN'T completely off my rocker, whatever was happening right now was pretty damn cool.

A moment later, I realized what he had meant.

"Laszlo," I admitted, though saying the name out loud felt strange. Had I ever spoken that name aloud before? The syllables were foreign on my tongue. It must have been the same for him when he'd said my name. "You are a long way from home."

He snorted. "Story of my life."

I stared at him. "You really have the worst luck."

Laszlo pressed his perfect lips into a thin line. It highlighted the dimple on his chin. "I think we need to talk."

[Eridanus]

Ooh. I love that piece. For a moment you had me thinking you were talking about one of your ex-boyfriends visiting you or something, before that twist hit me hard. Ouch.