Percy Jackson&The Olympians

OOC: O-O Maybe...

"Takes one to know one..." I muttered again, smiling histerically(sp) at Sarah.

OOC: You loser o_o
I decided I have a very disturbing&depressing past in this one XD *laughs insanely* What is it, you ask? Go read chapter 1 of da story I posted. ^_^ I'm insane...
Really, you only NEED to read the italic paragraph, but it would be nice if you read it all.... XD And hid it from Forest. Yeah... Hiding it from Forest would be nice =D For a long time. Like, so long that he never sees it... X)

I glared at her for a moment, absently rubbing at my left wrist, then sighed and closed my eyes.

OOC: I don't know what to post & Forest: ... Now I HAVE to see it./O.o & I probably can't stop him either way X]

OOC: NO!!! *stares at him murderously* You're. Not. Allowed. To. T^T

OOC: What story? /Forest: o-o

OOC: Clickehhh
o_o..... Don't even THINK about reading it, Foresteh >:U

OOC: Forest: -blank expression, so you can't tell what he's thinking/>:U He read it. & Also, we need a plot T.T

OOC:(Bwahaha, you must edit that&add OOC) o.o.................
Erm. Something...? >_>

OOC: @_@ THINK, WOMAN, THINK!! <_< & Pssshhhh why would I add an OOC when there's already an OOC? =P

OOC: O_O.... One of us gets a quest&it's such a horrible quest more people than usual go, and it ends up being, eh... You, me, Jagger, Forestehhh, Glass, Rain &POSSIBLY Angel and/or Fell. O_O Good enough?!
*glares at Forest* Well, Forestehhh, I DID tell you not to read it... T^T

OOC: *death-glares at her* I really hate you. I hope you know that & What would the quest BE?

OOC: >:U I know you do... And, I dunno =D

OOC: @_@

I sighed, looking over at Sarah. "You okay?" I said, noticing her rubbing her wrist.

OOC: @_@ Rawr, btw, I ALWAYS wear long sleeves in this XD Even when it's, like, a hundred degrees.

"Huh?" I asked, glancing up, then quickly dropped my hand. "Er, yeah. I'm fine." I looked away again, closing my eyes. The dreams had started to come back, and they were driving me insane.

OOC: Matt. Sevhar. XD I dunno how or why I came up with that, but earlier when I was sitting there staring at the writing document for that, Sevhar randomly popped into my head as Matt's last name. =D So... Yeah.

OOC: Dude, WHO THE FRENCH ITALY IS MATT?! O-O

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever," I said, getting up. "I'll see you later," I said, leaving the dining room and into the Poseidon cabin.

OOC: O_O" *smacks her&points at my book* THAT Matt. XD Haha, that rhymed...

I sighed, quickly getting a headache from all the noise, and stood up, following her. I absently rubbed at my wrist again for a moment, not noticing my sleeve riding up slightly as I walked into the cabin. Poor Glass. I thought sarcastically. I abandoned her to Angel. I flopped onto my bed, sighing.

OOC: "Lightie(Cornie Only & Silenty-sama when she's too lazy to type '-sama')" XD I do that alot, don't I?

OOC: You should read my story =P
LostintheRain...
Ma Story =D

"You're such a liar," I said, scoffing right before Angel walked in. "Stalker!!!!" I screamed, throwing one of the pillows off of the floor at him.

OOC: O_O That made me sad. I blame you. XD Bahaha, I can't wait to learn who "he" is. Also, jsuk, I have the majority of chapter 2 of mine finished T^T I type slow&have been brain dead lately. For some weird reason, I also wrote out like, a giant part of book 3... O.o Cause I do indeed plan on turning that into a series.


OOC: By da way, nobody except moi&Glass knows about The Incident and the scar. And nobody but moi knows about the many other scars that were self-induced XD

OOC: O_O You FAIL. XD & I know. It's intended to make da reader sad. ^-^

I started laughing. "You fail." I laughed, as the pillow hit her in the side of the face. "You're a loser. You know that?" I said, watching her draw. "In fact, you're a boring loser."

OOC: O_O I know. Bah! *points&laughs* xD How do you not notice the at least twenty scars all over my arms? And that number is probably just one arm from wrist to elbow =P Also, too lazy to bother with tablets atm O.o

"Whatever," I muttered, not looking up. After a few minutes of drawing(without really paying attention), I finished it, and really looked at the picture. Holy crap. I thought, swiftly tearing the page out and crumpling it into a ball. Apparently, I had some serious issues lately. It was Matt. Why the heck would I be drawing Matt? I threw the page down semi-near the bed, though closer to Shelby's, and tapped my pencil against the now blank sketchbook, biting my lip and thinking.

OOC: Templates? & Oh, fail. && *tsktsk* Be PATIENT, woman. =P

I suddenly froze, staring at her arm. I slowly got up, and then walked over to her side, leaning down. I grabbed her hand, bending it down so I could examine the scars easier. Yup. She had definitely made these on her own. "What the h@*% is this?!" I whisper-hissed at her, concern in my every move.

OOC: Oh. OH, that failed. XD I hate being patient. It's not a trait I possess.

I froze, staring up at her in shock. After a few seconds I jerked my arm away, standing and stepping away from her. I stared at her for a moment, deciding. She'd already seen the scars, so... I sighed, running a hand through my hair, then pulled off my sweatshirt, since I had a tanktop on under it anyway. "Cutting marks," I muttered, biting my lip.

OOC: O-o Freak. X]

I stared at her, slowly calming down, and closing my eyes. I opened them, looking at her. "From what?"