Fin: (still dressed in a straight jacket and Hannibal Lecter mask) Look, all I want is to be young and hot and having kinky sex with my demonic not-boyfriend forever and ever, Amen. Aaaand maybe rain some fiery vengeance down on all who oppose me. Oh, and I'd like to not have it broadcasted to the whole world thanks! *aims a glare at Maria, who's currently hiding beneath her seat*
Sachielle: *looks meaningfully at Maria* Hmm.
Maria: Hey! Don't 'hmm' me! Lots of people want to rain fiery vengeance on the general populace. That isn't about me!
Sachielle: *pulls out angry, angst-filled poetry from middle and high school*
Maria: Those could be anybody's.
Sachielle: *shows Maria's old pen name at the top*
Maria: Thought I burned those years ago. And since when have I ever expressed any interest in eternal youth or kinky sex?
Sachielle: *pulls out Google searches from high school*
Maria: ... You don't know me....
Sachielle: Next!
Mike: Um, I just want my house back, sans mysterious blood stains and naked ghost boy. And maybe a psychiatrist with a good prescription med hookup.
Sachielle: Denied. So your problem with the author is that she leaves you with Fin's mess?
Mike: That and she makes me a total asshole from start to finish.
Matti: Working out those daddy issues, eh?
Maria: If I can't gut him in real life, at least I can make a fictionalized version of him suffer.
Mike: *shrivels in on himself*
Sachielle: It is rather concerning that, among your female characters, either their fathers are monumental jerks, or they're nice guys whom you kill off before they get any screen time.
Maria: Not true!
Sachielle: Ladies, raise your hand if your father is still alive and you have a good relationship with him.
Iris: *raises hand*
Maria: Ha! See?
Iris: You kill off my brother, though.
Maria: *appeals to Sachielle* Think of it this way. By the time I'm finished with this Project, I'll have completely worked though my daddy issues in time to work on your books!
Sachielle: A sound plan, except that I'm a genetically manipulated clone of my mother. I have no father, thus your argument is rendered invalid.
Maria: Awesome father figures!
Sachielle: Are you speaking of Matthias in this case? Or perhaps Josh?
Maria: ...
Arcana: Patricide aside, can we get a move on, yeah? Imma busy woman and this whole lot still hasn't get their thrashings in yet.
Sachielle: Good point, Miss Da Vinci. But I'm afraid we'll have to wait until the next time Maria's uninspired. Until then.
Happy 1 year anniversary, Nevermore! It's officially been one year since I was laid up with summer flu, bitching about what I would've done with certain popular novel if I'd written it first until mom yelled from the kitchen to shut up and write it already. Thanks mom! Oh, how far I've come since then. A year ago, Renfrew was a vampire, Arcana was accidentally named after a Neil Gaiman character, and I hadn't even thought about adding Renata to the mix! Who knows what wonders another year will bring? Maybe a completed manuscript? Haha, let's not get ahead of ourselves. Thanks to everyone who's put up with my vacant stares during conversations, the laptop shaped growth in my side, my random exclamations about how such and such character should or shouldn't die, etc. A SPECIAL thanks to my mom who refrains from hitting me upside the head when she sees I'm writing and to Emma who talks about my characters in smutty fanfiction.
THANK YOU
