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@wingiby-iggiby

Yeah! I love the names. And your sister, lol, that’s awesome!  Send her my thanks! 😛

Aw, thank you so much!  No, lol, I like the nickname Thwap!  Keep it 😛

And thank you!  I’ll be honest, my writing style has evolved quite a lot.  I used to use waaaaaaaay to many “-ing”s  (You probably know what I’m talking about :P), and after that, in EVERY SINGLE sentence I had an”and.”  But I’ll admit, my writing isn’t as good on RPs as it is when I’m writing my actual book.  Or at least, that’s how I feel.  On RPs I think I don’t care if it’s perfect ’cause.. well, IDK why.  I guess I’m just more relaxed about it.  But I’m planning to try more on RPs, ’cause it’s good practice, y’know? But one weird thing I do on RPs is that I talk about the character’s thoughts/feelings more.  I think it’s bc the other people’s character’s are on here, so I like to write what my character thinks of what someone does.  Plus, I don’t want wanna control the other person’s character or the setting (’cause it’s up to everybody, not just me :P) so I guess I fill my posts with that more. 😀  (Hmm, that was sorta long.  I guess I don’t have anyone to explain that to, so I just dumped it on you.  Sorry. :/)

Definitely!! I agree whole-heartedly.

YESSSSS!! That would be so fun to see everybody in person… To see the expressions they make when they say something, how they talk, phrases in speech they use.. Ok, I’m starting to sound creepy, all I mean is that I like to notice those things when I talk to somebody ’cause I’m weird, but it’s just fun to compare how different people are 😀 Plus in-person relationships are so much better than digital, ’cause digital never really.. I mean, like, they’ll fade ’cause people get busy, forget about it, and just, I don’t know.  Just not the same.

You’re welcome!  But how could I (or anyone) not love what you’ve written? 😛

@backwardslivewriter

YES!! Join!  And your characters sound so cool! Welcome aboard 😛

@jasmine

Wow, your post was so awesome!! I already love Brin so much….:P

Here’s my post 🙂

“What’s your name?”  Ehud asked suddenly.

“Col-” she caught herself- “Calixta.”  Looking back on it, Colma thought that it was an incredibly stupid name, but in the spur of the moment, she had reminded her of a girl she had known named Calixta.  Calixta had always blabbed about weird scenarios, and Colma had found herself living in one of those.  So that was when the alias Calixta had been born.

Colma studied Ehud.  She liked him.  He didn’t seem like one of those people who was nice to try to get something from you.  Yet he wasn’t all sappy at the same time.  Sure, he talked a bit much for her taste, but–

No.  Colma stopped herself.  The more she was comfortable around someone, the more chance there was that she would be hurt.   Or worse–Colma’s hands clenched– she would hurt him.  Images flashed through her mind.  Blood dripping off her hands.  Orson’s pain and shock bright in his eyes.  His last words whispered themselves  in her head again and again, “I’m sorry.  So sorry.  I love you, Colma.”

I love you.  How could Orson say that he loved her as he died–died because of her.  Died from the wretched weapon strapped to her leg.

Bile crept up her throat, and she turned away from Ehud so he couldn’t see the turmoil raging inside her.  But Orson had betrayed her first.  She hardened her shame, sorrow, and utter hatred for herself into bitterness and anger towards him.  That was easier to deal with.  It was easier to lay under the stars and plot how she could make someone suffer than it was to cry at night and think about what she had done.

Drawing a deep–and what was supposed to be calming– breath, she faced Ehud, staring him in the eye.  “I think your idea is a good one.  That stick Erin has–you called it a gun, right?–does pack a punch.”  Colma narrowed her eyes as she remembered how it felt.  She would know, wouldn’t she?  “Let’s go,” she decided, starting to limp off in the direction she thought the path was.

Colma pushed leafy branches out of her way and mumbled curses, careful though to make sure Ehud didn’t hear; he seemed rather innocent, and innocence was the one thing Colma would never spoil.  Once it was gone, it was gone.  Sure, Ehud probably knew more than it seemed he did, and most likely had had his faire share of trials, and he might not even be innocent at all, but Colma felt rather amused by him, and though she would never admit it, even endeared.

They stumbled out of the jungle-y trees, which opened out onto the sun-tile path.  Ahab was standing–rather unsteadily in her opinion–on it alone.  Blood seeped through a make-shift bandage and he seemed shaken.

Colma’s throat began to close when she saw him.  He had survived.  She had abandoned him to that creature, and he had survived anyway.  What would he do when he noticed her?  She started to shrink in shame.

She hopped up to him and masked her feelings.  “Can you walk?” she asked gruffly, wearing her poker-face.  But even then, she couldn’t hide the spark of shame glinting in her eyes as she looked up into his weary face.  When Colma was around him, she felt like a kid again; she was so short compared to Ahab.  And besides the height fact, he seemed confident and sure, unlike her father…  How she hated that man.  “Can you?” she repeated, this time less roughly.

Sorry it was a little heavy… I use my writing to vent feelings that I struggle with so that probably explains a bit.. Sorry, but it’s my only release 😛 I can make it less dark it y’all want 😉