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  1. "Oh. Okay. Hi, Mist. Amethyst." "Where were you before? Do you remember?"
  2. "Mist? I don't know. I'm not good with names." really? that's awesome "I think so." he said slowly. Well, if there was one he should be sure of, it was his existence. His sanity, however, could be questioned.
  3. well if his memory's been wiped and hes been led to believe hes always been here... also probably more like a month or a month and a half
  4. Amethyst scrambled back. Two people. These was too much for him. Eternity spent in a room alone had not made him very sociable. "I'm... Amethyst. I think. That's what I call myself, at least."
  5. He sighed. If this really was another person, and not a hallucination, it would be nice to know their name. "What's... your name?" he said, trying to force the words out.
  6. "Then... who are you... where... what?" he asked, sitting down hard, utterly confused.
  7. ofc he can! obviously... A human being. Somebody... like him. That had... he jumped back. "Are... you real?" he whispered softly. "I'm... not dreaming, again?" he often dreamed about other people, men in black cloaks, mostly, but never this girl.
  8. Amethyst turned, startled. Wha... what was going on? Nothing ever happened here! Could this be... could it be like the pencil? He lept to his feet. "Hello?" he said, his words slow and deliberate from long disuse.
  9. Amethyst closed his eyes. It blocked out the brightness, at least a little bit. He lay uncomfortably against the wall, trying to shift into a comfortable position. He sighed, opening his eyes, and stood up. He was in the corner of a massive room, with vaulted ceilings, that happened to be entirely empty, and glowing white. He felt at his pocket, glad to find his pencil there. The one thing he had. His pencil. It had come to him, almost a month ago, he thought. It was hard to track time in here, though. He turned to the wall, and scrawled there. Where the roses did reside. Poetry. Just another line of poetry. All around the wall was covered with similar scrawling. It kept him entertained, since he couldn't get out of this room. He had been here for as long as he could remember, and it was torture. The vacant floor, the blank white walls, now covered with pencil marks, it was a prison. @Through The Living Glass
  10. He startled at first, but quickly relaxed, though his cheeks were still scarlet.
  11. Guess who got to go see Hadestown on Broadway?

     

     

     

     

     

     

    My sister.

    Without me.

    *siiiiiiigh*

    nah I'm fine

    she never would've taken me anyway

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    2. echo74

      echo74

      *hug*

      hadestown is pretty dope, sorry you had to miss it

    3. Existential
    4. Bird Furious

      Bird Furious

      Aw 😭

      I have never seen it, so 

  12. "Yeah." he groaned. "I just need bandages and some stanea." He took Omen's hand, trying to ignore the wave of nausea that hit him.
  13. story time since SOMEBODY *glares at @Through The Living Glass*'s memory is failing her my friend didn't want to go to a dance that I was going to last year cause it would be "boring" I finally convinced him he broke both his ankles there at teh same time
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