11;
[a few loose scribbles go here. they don't look like words or... much of anything, really. then she recalls the whole 'filter' thing.]
[Private]
I remember this part.
This is the part where you wonder if you've been kidnapped, wonder if you'll ever get home again, realize you can have all the ghost-delivered ice cream you want, and then realize you'll probably never see anyone from home as long as you're here. Add somewhere into the mix the handful of familiar names that've never heard of you, and then a dozen others that you apparently should know but don't.
Yeah. I remember this part. Jury's still out on whether I missed it or not, though.
Bruce would pitch a bull if he ever showed up.
[/private]
[softly dictated, in a voice a good deal lower than her usual:] For a while I thought this place was just a dream.
[ooc: oldloss is a go 8D]
[Private]
I remember this part.
This is the part where you wonder if you've been kidnapped, wonder if you'll ever get home again, realize you can have all the ghost-delivered ice cream you want, and then realize you'll probably never see anyone from home as long as you're here. Add somewhere into the mix the handful of familiar names that've never heard of you, and then a dozen others that you apparently should know but don't.
Yeah. I remember this part. Jury's still out on whether I missed it or not, though.
Bruce would pitch a bull if he ever showed up.
[/private]
[softly dictated, in a voice a good deal lower than her usual:] For a while I thought this place was just a dream.
[ooc: oldloss is a go 8D]