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Sunday, 23 January 2011

Back.

She's back, she unlocked the door, dropped the cricket bat in the hallway, walked off into the kitchen, opened the backdoor and just screamed:

"SEND ANOTHER ONE, MOTHERFUCKER. AND GIVE ME BACK MY FUCKING EARRING YOU BASTARD."

I don;'t think I'm giving her look much justice. She looks...

She's literally covered in blood and viscera and her hair is...it used to be at her back and now it's uneven and shoulder-length, I swear a clump is missing. She smells terrible, like burnt hair and chicken and sweat, she's got cuts and grazes and she just shot me a look of pure weariness and I think I know what she did but I'll let her tell me herself.

She looks so tired.

But she's alive.

And I think the other guy came out worse.

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  1. Fuck. Holy goddamn you crazy bitches I outta fly over there and kick both of your asses. This is why I don't get attached to people!

    Ava you ever do that again and I swear to God I'm gonna instruct your mom on the different methods to restrain people- /the most painful ones/. And then I'll fuckin' smack you upside your head!

    FUCK. JESUS CHRIST.

    What the /hell/ were you thinking?

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  2. Thanks Tony, love you too. And this is Ava herself typing. Very badly I might add. I have to keep correcting mistakes, forgive any grammatical errors, I'm not quite up to my usual energy levels.

    I think it would be easier to post another blog thing, wouldn't it?

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  3. Jesus, kid. Yeah, it would be a good idea. Maybe you should get your mom to type for you if you're that tired.

    ...glad to see you back safe and sound (for the most part).

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  4. I am happy for you. Both of you. Three of you - Tony, you seem pretty relieved, yeah? Looking forward to hearing what the he...went on.

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  6. Holy friggin' crap, Ava. Just...wow. I go on a caving trip that means three days without internet and this shit happens? Damn. I had no idea things would elevate this fast. Sorry for not being there. Here. Whatever.

    Okay, to be a bit more coherent, a list:

    One, be fucking careful. I mean, I doubt that's what you want to hear right now, after whatever just happened happened, but I'm still gonna say it. Please, PLEASE try not to break your arm while punching out Cthulhu.

    Two, don't let this thing break you. I know it's easy to say from where I am, but the fact of the matter is, that's what he's trying to do. If you let him get to you, he wins. Not that I wouldn't have gone berserk, too, if someone did that to my kitties.

    Three, I know I'm late, but the electromagnet thing is good to know. And makes perfect sense, really. Hope you're able to find an effective way to weaponize it. Could be a serious boon. A bit more complicated than a salt barrier, but hey.

    Four, the cake. It was epic. That is all.

    Five, shame our little belief-based theory didn't work. Then again, it's much harder to disbelieve something that you've personally encountered than to disbelieve something that you have no concrete proof of. The mental acrobatics required of you to deny his existence while he's staring through your freaking window makes what's required of me to attempt to help you as much as possible while believing he's fictional look as simple as walking.

    Six, don't you dare try to reply to this until you're cleaned up and well rested. Or, you know, attempt anything even more strenuous than that. Get fixed up before you do anything. And Daisee, I know we haven't really talked to each other, but please, do your best to keep your daughter from doing anything stupid/dangerous/not conductive to healing for the next couple of days. As a fellow person that's had an otherwise cool name killed by a -ee ending, I expect no less than awesome from you.

    Rooting for you guys,
    -Aimee

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  8. ok... ive taken the time to actually read this shit.

    what the FUCK were you thinking?!

    DO YOU KNOW WHAT THE FUCK WOULD HAVE HAPPENED IF I HAD LOST MY ONLY GOD DAMN FRIEND IN ALL THIS?!

    you think YOUR threat was bad, let me tell you Slendy HIMSELF will be disgusted at the things i do to you if you go do something so utterly RETARDED again.

    on a less rage filled note: thank god you are alive.

    on a more rage filled note: WHOEVER THE FUCK ANONYMOUS IS, SHUT THE FUCK UP. WHO GIVES A FUCKING SHIT WHAT YOU THINK?! NO ONE!!!

    Also: Daisee, please assure me that you will keep a better eye on her?

    Ava, i know you were pissed beyond belief, but please YOU ARE THE INTELLIGENT ONE!!! PLEASE KEEP THAT POSITION BY NOT GETTING YOURSELF KILLED!!! you may not care so much about your mortality but i do.

    please. STAY SANE. STAY ALIVE.

    gotta go now, just heard someone mention the weather. (dont ask)

    -NOOC

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