PSH, WHAT SCHIZOPHRENIA?

[JEMISSA CROCKET]

SO DANI HAD THIS BEAUTIFUL IDEA.

I don't have the exact quote, but she was all "You should lyk totes write down what happens between your characters in ur head or whatevvs and make it into a thread of hilarity."

SO HERE YOU GO. I NEED MUSE. 'CAUSE THIS REQUIRES LITTLE AND WILL PROBZ GENERATE A BUNCH.

And guess what?

YOU CAN POST YOUR MADNESS HERE, TOO!

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I'm sure we would all like to see what goes on between your own characters. :3

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A little piece between Blake and Rosalind, mainly from Blake's point of view:

Blake wasn't too fond of Hedgie's newest character. Well, second newest, now, because of the Christopher Robin who was from whatever child story he had not ever took the time to read, nor did his parents see any sense in trying to read it to him. She was the Enchantress from Beauty and the Beast, a minor character but pretty much the main antagonist in the sense that she caused the whole Beast part of the story. But to her her tell it, you'd think she was helping him by turning into a monster (which was sort of what happened, but whatever), not to ention the fact that she was a, to put it simply, slut, and everything she said made the conversation ten times more awkward and disgusting. Seriously, look what she had done to that poor Jemima.

Another thing? She hit on all Hedgie's guy characters, save Loki, since she wasn't that creepy, even Zeke or whatever, who was only 16. And it was obnoxious and irritating and he wondered what horrid part of the brain she had originated form. Okay, yeah, she could be considered 'hot', but she was totally not his type. Especially not now. Because currently his type was Delilah.

"So, Blake, I hear you gotta girlfriend."

As if on cue, Rosalind sat next to him, in a rather close proximity, considering how they hardly knew each other, let alone liked each other.

"And what does that matter to you? he snapped, his tone obviously annoyed.

Rosalind looked a bit taken aback, but it disppeared in a millisecond and she continued, ignoring her question. "And I hear that you're extrmemly overprotective. And a boy toy or something. And that you're not even fucking her."

Blake shifted uncomfortably and directed his glare at his shoes. "And where the hell did you hear that from?"

"Oh, I chatted with her online."

Blake's head snapped up, expression full of shock and horror. "You talked to her?!" As far as Hedgie's other characters went, he normally minded his own business. She just typed his reaction as it would be if he actually read it, when he didn't. And oh god, he would have stopped this if he had known it was going on. Delilah already had that Dan character and a few others corrupting her. But Rosalind... that was a whole oter story. Her usual tirade of corrupting people who deemed themselves innocent surely could have crumbled what was left of the things he loved about Delilah. Oh god, what if she had-

Rosalind poked him in the side playfully, interrupting his overanalytic thought process. "Don't worry, hun, I didn't tell her to do drugs or anything," Though, there is no permanent standing definition of 'a good time', she thought, hiding the clever smile from her face. "But I'm not sure what Dan was telling her. Or what he's doing to her, if you know what I mean." She winked, knowing he would understand.

The already horrified look on his face worsened. And also looked a bit peeved. "D-dan? No, they're not doing anything. They can't be. The only thing he's doing is convincing her to drink and put herself in danger." He had seen many people die from alcohol poisioning and drunk driving incidents. Not to mention if someone slipped something into her drink...

A sharp intake of breath. Then a reassured sigh.

"No, there can't be anything going on."

Rosalind shook her head and laughed. "You should have seen what they were saying. Over the internet I could feel chemistry. I'd watch out, if I were you." Now she actually looked concerned, which was sort of true. She wasn't excited for the mood he was gonna be in once Delilah left him for Dan. Of course, she would totally take advantage of him and swoop at a point of weakness if she could, but Hedgie wasn't gonna have her characters getting together. "I know you know if he's got her drunk, anything can happen. You've seen what's happened at the fountain thread so far. To Jemima and all."

Actually, he hadn't. "Actually, I've hidden myself while Hedgie was reading that for the sake of what's left of my sanity." It was true. There was no way he could read it without breaking down. Hedgie had been good at shielding him from it.

Rosalind shrugged. "It's not pretty, just to let you know. I won't share details."

Whoa, was she being nice? Hedgie had mentioned to go easy on her because of her past. That she was a sweetheart before she woke up. Blake hadn't believed it.

"Just be careful, you know? Don't be so hover-y. And don't lose her, no matter what. I don't want to have to take care of you after she leaves." She winked, seductive wench returning. Then she walked away, doing god knows what.

Blake would still take her advice into consideration, surprisingly.

[NOELLE ARGENT]

EPIC BRAWL TO THE DEATH

It had started out as a normal day in the ever-changing mansion that Sully provided for her characters. Delilah and Rapunzel were baking a large cake, Torrence was out riding a fourwheeler through the swamps that she had asked Sully to create, and Leah was dancing in the large ballroom, now adorned with disco ball and large bass speakers. Virginia and Rosalie were both lounging by the pool, a horrible idea if you asked Sully.

It all started over the pool boy, Kash, a backup character that was still too weak to really be independant in Sully's mind.

"Virginia, I don't even know why you bother. He obviously is infactuated with me. Who wouldn't be?" Rosalie scoffed, adjusting her bikini to show off optimal cleavage.

With a roll of her eyes, Virginia said, "Rosalie, really? The only person who could like you is the devil, and even he is too nice to actually think a creature like you could posses a soul." Trying to once again focus on her tan, Virginia found her sun being blocked by the big fat whale, Rosalie. Well, she wasn't a big fat whale, but Virginia liked to imagine her that way.

"WHAT did you say about me?" Rosalie tried to look menacing, but Virginia only laughed at the little delicate hands clenching into fists. It was a poor effort, really. Virginia knew how to wrestle. You didn't grow up with six older brothers and not.

"Hey, trollop, get out of my sun." Virginia shoved the other girl aside, once again basking in the warmth of the sun. In that instant, something seemed to snap in Rosalie. Maybe it was the fact that she knew Sully was preparing to drop her, and Rosalie was determined to leave a mark. The next thing Virginia knew, Rosalie was on top of her, pulling her eye with a demonic look in her eyes. Virginia drew her fist back then punched Rosalie right inbetween the eyes, shoving the girl off of her. This wasn't going to end well.

Where is everyone to hold me back?? Virginia thought wildly. She needed someone to at least attempt to restrain her, but Sully was making sure the rest of her characters stayed out of the fray, pool boy Kash included. With a shrug, Virginia pounced on top of Rosalie, landing punches left and right. Rosalie screamed, clawing Virginia on both arms, drawing blood. Both girls roaring like demons from Hell, they rolled around, trying to get an advantage over the other. Virginia finally got up and held onto Rosalie's long hair, pulling her towards the pool shed. Rosalie flailed and fought, screaming bloody murder, but Virginia got her into the shed.

For a moment, all was quiet. Torrence took a peek from behind the containment wall to hear a chainsaw revving up. It's hungry rumble buzzed throughout Sully's mind, its intent obvious. Just as Rosalie's last breath was about the be cut off, the scene came to a screaching halt. The voice of their god, Sully, rained down from the heavens. ENOUGH OF THIS NONSENSE. THERE ARE INNOCENT MINDS TO PROTECT. A giant hand reached down, plucking both the chainsaw and Rosalie away from Virginia. The hand pulled them up into the sky, never to be seen again.

[MARLENA CARTWRIGHT]

RYLENAFIC!

Marlena Cartwright was in her little corner of Austen Research Center, doing her homework. Spread out across the little table in the corner were books and papers, all illuminated by the flickering candle she always used. No, it was probably not a good idea for her to have so many papers that close to a fire, but it was the only way to get light in the secluded little corner that was away from and outlets. This was one of two places she could focus (the other being in water) since her father had died just under 10 months ago. It wasn't much of a thinking place, but it would do. After all, no one really even noticed this horribly placed table; it was by accident that Marlena had found it in the first place. She had literally fallen into it, tripping over a collection of Shakespeare plays that someone carelessly left on the floor. Which was sad, but made sense considering the table was right by the Fiction SA - SM shelf. Odd, good things always seemed to come out of Shakespeare. Marlena had wondered how long that would last, since good things really didn't seem to.

Meanwhile, Ryan Frost was looking for something. This was his first time in Austen Research Center. The book he wanted was already checked out at the New York Public Library, so he had to resort here in order to read it. At first he had considered just looking onone of the computers for what he wanted, but to be honest he liked actual books as opposed to staring at a bright screen for however many minutes it took to read what he was supposed to. So here he was, looking for a book by someone with the last name Smith, and it was slow-going, considering how many Smiths there were.

No. No. No. No. No....wait, yes!

So excited that he finally found the book, he hastily pulled it off the shelf... along with about 10 other books around it, somehow. He was still holding the one he needed while just staring at the other books on the ground with a look of ".....Really?"

Marlena abandoned her homework to see what all the commotion nearby was. A man was standing there amongst a pile of books, facing away from her. Poor thing, she thought, and went over there to help pick some books up. Ryan was still just staring at the books, but when Marlena walked past him, he snapped out of it and bent over to pick up some of the books, at the same time she did.

Of course, Ryan wasn't wearing heels. Why Marlena insisted on buying them, she would never know. Well.... they did have a flower on them and they were boots and Marlena did like boots... but that wasn't the point. The point was that somehow she fell and somehow Ryan was right there. And somehow, someway, her face landed on his face.

In shock, the accidental... what-could-be described-as-a-'kiss'-just-to-save-time lasted a few seconds. Then Marlena shoved him away and awkwardly scooted back/crab walked a few feet back, appalled, with a mortified expression. Ryan stood still and stared at Marlena, frozen. They sat there, still and silent for a few minutes, then attempted to speak.

"Uhm-"

"Uh-"

"Yeah, that was an-"

"My first-"

"accidental-"

"kiss?"

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[GRACE HOLLADAY]

Grace Holladay had always been more than ready to do something for a friend. If a friend needed something, Grace was more than willing to do it. So when Andie Read, her roommate, had asked if Grace could take something to her boyfriend's room, Grace hadn't batted an eyelash. Of course she would, she had said. And off Grace went with the Nutella.

The boyfriend in question was a certain Ozzie Wagers, senior at Baum and best friend of Jackson Hirsch, Grace's boyfriend. Just thinking about that connection made Grace's cheeks light up like the fourth of July. Any thoughts of Jackson brought about blushing. But anyways, back to the story. Ozzie was the least serious person Grace knew; he was always laughing at everything and making serious matters into jokes. Grace had to admit, when she actually understood them, his jokes were amazing. Walking down to Ozzie's dorm, Grace hummed along. It was just a simple matter; hand Ozzie the Nutella and go back to her dorm. Easy. They might talk a little; after all, Grace and Ozzie did get along (Grace got along with all of Sully's characters, actually. Well. Except Mariana. Mariana frightened her.).

However, that expectation was shot to heck when Grace knocked. She heard Ozzie shout "It's open!", so she turned the knob and walked in.

And there was Ozzie, lounging on his bed.

Sans pants.

Grace's eyes turned to saucers and her face turned brighter than a tomato as she tried to look anywhere but...you know. There. Ozzie was puzzled for a moment. Why did Grace look so embarrassed? Then, he remembered that he was just wearing boxers. Letting out a gale of laughter, Ozzie managed to say "Hullo, Grace. Fancy seein' you here," Before laughing again. Grace just nodded, put the Nutella on his desk, and walked out. Shaking her head, she made her way back to her dorm, listening as Ozzie's laugh faded the further away she got.

By far, the most awkward night of her existence.

Ozzie's reaction:



Grace's reaction:

[ANDROMEDA READ]

in which jackson cares for drunk!andie before graceson and anzzie exist

Jackson was bored. Honestly, he didn't know why he never went to these parties. Everyone was drunk except him, and today it was just kind of annyoing him. He had danced on the tables with the smashed teenagers before, but there wasn't even good music, for some reason, and it was just boring. It was probably that something was troubling him, and that something was actually a someone that he dreamed about the night before. His subconscious didn't understand that they were just friends, it seemed, much like most of Baum.

He was about to leave when all of the sudden, a girl came up to him and invaded his personal space. Normally, he didn't mind (which was a lie, he totally did mind because the girls were not a certain someone, but that wasn't important), but he recognized this girl. Oh, it was Andie Read. He knew how she got when she was drunk, so he sighed.

"Heey there, Jaaaack Sparrow," she said, slurred, of course. She was also barely standing, having to lean into Jackson to support herself, not just for other reasons. Andie was reeeally tired, too. Her eyes kept fluttering closed until she woke herself back up and looked at Jackson with all the flirt she could muster at this point.

Jackson rolled his eyes. "I'm not Jack Sparrow."

"CAPTAIN! Captain Jack Sparrow!" Andie looked offended, because she was. Gosh, he didn't know anything. Buuuut he was cute and looked like her second favorite One Direction member, sooo.

"Sorry, Andie." He attempted to gently push her away from him and get her to stand on her own, but she just fell back into him and smiled. Jackson shook his head and sighed again. "Andie, you should pass out now."

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She yawned, super tired. "Hmmmmm okaaay." So she passed out right then and there, almost falling. He caught her though, and picked her up. Well, it was an excuse to see Hollie, and it's not like he could just leave Andie there. That would be irresponsible, right? Whatever.

So he carried her to the room he knew so well, suprised at how heavy a sleeping sophomore could actually be. He could handle it, though. He wasn't exactly weak and he had carried heavier things when he repaired/rebuilt part of his home.

Not having a hand to knock on the door with, he called in a whisper "Hollie," hoping she would be awake still. It wasn't that late, to be honest. When the door didn't open, he awkwardly reached his hand out while still using his arm to support Andie's legs and opened it.

Grace Holladay was asleep, which didn't surprise him. He knew she tended to follow a sleeping schedule, and only because she told him, not because he was creepy, thank you very much. He gently set the snoring Andie on her bed on her side of the room, rolling his eyes at the mass amounts of posters. Then he turned around and looked at Hollie, peaceful with her Union Jack blanket that he wouldn't catch as a pun until later. And with a smile, he walked back out, closing the door without a sound. [/justify][/blockquote][/blockquote]