Quotes-RP-Quotes

[Daz]

hahahha ^^^ ;D

Jack in ANY'06:

"Okay. Be careful, alright?" I tell her.
Which is kind of weird. We only met again today and already I feel the need to take care of her. I want to keep her safe, hide her from the rest of the world if that's what it'll take. And I'm glad she's coming this way because it'll be better to have her close at hand.
I guess I still think of her as Nouky, from ten years ago. The girl who saved my ass but needed my protection just as badly. Who, when I hugged her, always seemed so little and so fragile. Even when she was probably the one who was on the right track more than any other. My Nouky, with her unlucky past, who thought cuddles would save the world.
But god, she changed. I already realized she got more bitter, more rough around the edges.. so much more serious. So I'm not sure where this illusion of mine comes from. It can hardly be her looks. She grew up, she looks mature now. Still pretty, but hidden underneath a layer of dirt. She became a woman now.. she could be a real stunner if she'd want to. Anouk ten years ago was cute, girly, happy. Now cute turned into beautiful, girly turned into feminine.. but happy into a slight bitterness.
She's not the same.
Not at all.
But one day, only a few hours spend with her, gave me back that urge to make sure she's safe nonetheless. Inexplicable, but true.

[Hannah]

Sean in Rebel For Freedom, to explain how to make friends:

"Just don't think too deep about it. Just do it. Like taking cough medecine...at first you think it'll be aweful, but do it quick and you're over with it and hopefully you last longer afterwards" he smile, but then drops his smile. "That had to be the worst metaphor I've ever used.."

[PirateOTC]

^^

[Daz]

Okay.. I had to put this here because its so damn long and... I used pointless description which is always fun ;D

My leg aches immensely as I move again, trying desperatly to get myself comfortable. Its seemed like weeks now.. though ive only been here for about a day and a half.
Im not tired anymore. Im restless.. as restless as a fucking... cat with a bag over its head.
Well that was an interesting metaphor, Cassandra.. well done.
... its not like im a bloody poet.
For sure.
I sigh, sitting up with cold sweat pouring down my features as I frown, trying to move my stiff leg to the side.
I open a draw in a table beside me, reaching for a notepad.. and a quill. The feather is rough and broken.. and the end is jammed with dry ink.. I chip it off with my long, scarlett, perfectly painted nails and find a fresh pot of rich black liquid.
I dip it in and start to scribble down on the sun-bleached paper.
At first my mind is blank but then it grows into random words. Doubts. Fears.
I need to some up how I feel on this page and lock it away.
Lock my feelings away.
... Betrayed.
Guilt.
Guilt.
Lost.
... he... I pause for a long time. The ink drips down from the quill as it hovers ever so slightly above the paper.. dosnt know.
He will never know.
He wouldnt care.
I dont care.
I do care.
I love him.
I hate him.
He hates me.
Hate.
Love.
I... hate him.
End.
end now..
The cursive font I use is barely readable. But I know what it says so it dosnt bother me.
I just need it there.
I must look crazy. If someone ever manages to read this they will think the same.
Shes mad. Lock her up.
Throw away the key. Shes lovesick, this one... bad disease... gets you good and then dosnt let go... not untill y' die.. shes trapped in there for life. Shes sick.

"No."
I let out a moanful whimper. Dropping the quill. Theres a splatter on the floor. The black ink stains my bare foot like ebony blood, dripping into a dry silloheutte of dirty, uneven lines.
I stand. Not wincing at the pain this time.
Im in too much agony inside.. to notice the physical constrictions.
I close the notebook, and slide the draw shut, pressing against it as if I were trying to stop it from reopening again. Forcing it to stay.
Youre as Mad as a... rabbit.
I should stop thinking up metaphors that make no sense.
"Urgh."
I step back from the draws and look over at the door, swaying as I dont have much balance.
I need another drink.

[Devyn]

lol, this is sooooo lame, but it made me laugh, cause it's just so perfect for Ana and Axel and their typical conversations.

Ana: "Shut up and go to sleep.. it doesnt make you hotter"
Axel: "I don't need to be any hotter or I'll light the bed on fire."
Ana: "Right... now if Your Hotness would shut up for a moment I would be able to sleep.."

[Hannah]

whahaha omg yes thats so them ;D