come_slither.
SLYTHERIN
Venom running through my veins, like a bullet to the brain.
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Post by come_slither. on Aug 14, 2013 15:38:26 GMT -6
Pigdin? That's an odd name. I think I'll download that one. -dies-
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Post by disaster on Aug 14, 2013 15:40:34 GMT -6
Hah, it's an universal chat program.
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come_slither.
SLYTHERIN
Venom running through my veins, like a bullet to the brain.
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Post by come_slither. on Aug 14, 2013 15:42:31 GMT -6
Well either way, I think that's the one I'll go with. -nods- I'm looking into it now.
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HUFFLEPUFF
Gimme your scandalous heart
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Post by !news! on Aug 14, 2013 17:35:13 GMT -6
-spam testing in your topic!-
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HUFFLEPUFF
Gimme your scandalous heart
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Post by !news! on Aug 14, 2013 18:45:32 GMT -6
Adonis Chaille was yet another friend from the walls of Hogwarts (represent?), this time from the house of Hufflepuff. -coughes- -inconsistencies!-
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come_slither.
SLYTHERIN
Venom running through my veins, like a bullet to the brain.
Posts: 43
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Post by come_slither. on Aug 14, 2013 18:51:07 GMT -6
I know, I know. I was scanning the post earlier and saw that but forgot to fix it. I intended for him to be Slytherin from the get, but I went Hufflepuff in that post. Oy. Cut me some slack, pooper scooper. -tackles- You know it's been a while. xD
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HUFFLEPUFF
Gimme your scandalous heart
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Post by !news! on Aug 14, 2013 18:59:09 GMT -6
Parties were considered the foremost criteria of her journalistic life. The helium flaccid balloons, the squeaky linoleum, the horrendous food and always a good plus; the free alcohol. It was party, night after night. Every manager pulling at her like a woollen doll, unravelling her strings from the inside and stretching thin. Long nights on the road, in another town she didn’t know, sleeping in a bed with someone who had a connection with fame. Legs spread, kisses given to strangers, lies published in the magazine. Scandal was the name of her business, but it was so odd considering she wrote the truth. She was loved and revolted against. They demanded her, just as easily as they casted her aside. She was their life line, some kind of violent addiction into publicity that couldn’t quit. The famous couldn’t survive without her and she couldn’t survive without them.
LOOOK AT WHAT LESH DID!!! -very rough- -but will fix up-
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come_slither.
SLYTHERIN
Venom running through my veins, like a bullet to the brain.
Posts: 43
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Post by come_slither. on Aug 14, 2013 19:08:30 GMT -6
-snuggles- I absolutely love it. That looks and reads awesomely darling.
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HUFFLEPUFF
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Post by !news! on Aug 14, 2013 19:09:37 GMT -6
I am writing my post. -shockgaspdie-
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come_slither.
SLYTHERIN
Venom running through my veins, like a bullet to the brain.
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Post by come_slither. on Aug 14, 2013 19:12:33 GMT -6
-dies- You made me orgasm. I'm in heaven. The posts I am getting, the love, OY. It's like late birthday presents.
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HUFFLEPUFF
Gimme your scandalous heart
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Post by !news! on Aug 14, 2013 19:14:41 GMT -6
Hahaha. -giggles- Yes, because it was your birthday not so long ago. June? No?
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HUFFLEPUFF
Gimme your scandalous heart
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Post by !news! on Aug 14, 2013 19:15:07 GMT -6
I hate typing on the work computer. I am going to pray my muse lastes until I get home.
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come_slither.
SLYTHERIN
Venom running through my veins, like a bullet to the brain.
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Post by come_slither. on Aug 14, 2013 19:19:17 GMT -6
I hope that it lasts. No pressure, because I know that accomplishes nothing. -nods- -dances- Yes, it was June. June 10th.
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Post by disaster on Aug 15, 2013 15:35:01 GMT -6
Parties were considered the foremost criteria of her journalistic life. Not that anyone would admit that. The Daily Prophet would never speak of such blasphemy. It was suppose to be a serious paper with thought-provoking and daring articles that paved the future of news. Sports was no exception, but Donna Kingsley dealt exclusively in scandal. It was her business and she was respected for it.Nobody opened the paper in the cold brisk Sunday mornings to read statistics and player's backgrounds. Her readers wanted to know all the lies and gossip making up the hollow life of the famous. She constructed her stories, spinning grandious truths that would make anyone blush. They loved and adored her, clinging onto the remainders of the article's grains for a glimmer of hope. Donna Kingsley was the writer of sports. There was no one else and there could be no one else. Managers wanted her, demanded her and stretched her thin. They pulled her like a woolen doll, unravelling her strings from the inside. She spent her hours on the road, in hotel rooms with strangers and sleeping in towns with no names. Her legs spreaded, kisses given and information traded. Night after night, it was helium ballons, squeaky linoleum, horrendous food and if she was lucky; free alcohol. They lusted her and revolted against her. One moment, demanding her and then casting her aside. Donna was their life line. She was some kind of violent addiction into publicity they couldn't quit. The famous couldn't survive without her and she couldn't survive without them.
She would admit she wouldn't be anybody without fame. Donna Kingsley didn't want her own, she didn't the whole 'baby daddy' incidents or marriage. The woman just wanted to share their sunshine halo for a second and feel the glorious light stream against her fragile body. If Sports wasn't such a cult, she would have no career. She would spend her nights staring at the walls of her apartments, surrounded by the material memories of days past. She would grow old and vulnerable, she would become her own mother and seek a lover that would stay. She would become her own nightmare. Thanks to fans and their insane obsessions, one that she shared in exclusively, she could deal out her articles like drugs. She filled everyone's needs and her own. Most journalists were talked about in hatred, muttered in spite and often a lot of swearing was involved. The journalism field was a revoluting, shark-infested pit of liars and attention seekers. The famous hated them, mistrusted them and she didn't get a different treatment. She had been spat on, she had been abused and she even been involved in one incident that resulted in an arrest. But now and then, she was loved like a hooker in the street. Men and women would leave their houses, turn to Donna for their needs to be fulfilled and boy, did she make them needed. Her articles could shape careers and crumble others. She had destroy players with a sentence of her quill. She had signed someone's destiny for greatness. She had made hero out of every day players.
Out of all the magazines she wrote
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come_slither.
SLYTHERIN
Venom running through my veins, like a bullet to the brain.
Posts: 43
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Post by come_slither. on Aug 15, 2013 15:37:32 GMT -6
I love it. It's amazing. I... -dies- You kill me with your awesome sauce.
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