Het onzin-topic

Ik vind Aya en Pasqual zooo leuk samen o3o

Maar goed, op naar Maatschappijleer. Sjees. HET LUKT ME NIET D: Motivatie wat doe je?? ;c

Inge, die tekening is echt super nice! o.O
nie gezond meer x)


Euh... Ei? Voor d'r rest alles wel goed daar?
Bloody badash for the winn ^^

Maareuh, je krijgt een vraagje over een student en wrm die op de SP zal stemmen (Sp is voor verhoging studiebeurs)
en crapp, ik weet geen andere vragen meer D:
*brainstorm*


It provise the key...

Teehee thanks o3o

Solance schreef:Ik vind Aya en Pasqual zooo leuk samen o3o

Maar goed, op naar Maatschappijleer. Sjees. HET LUKT ME NIET D: Motivatie wat doe je?? ;c

Ik vind het super leuk om met Aya te typen bij Pasqual :p Ze is zo in de war :p

Awh sorry Ruka, ik moest reageren op Perrie omdat ik inspiratie heb voor Pasqual die gewoon nog te veel gekwetst is door Chloë. ha. Oeps.

EN NU MAATSCHAPPIJLEER.
Ik haat mezelf xD

Chloe DID fuck him over pretty bad, I agree on that one.

Arm ding 0.0 Pasqual is ook zielig.
Maakt niet uit. Ik wacht wel hoor al ben ik mevrouw ongeduld

She fucked pretty much everyone over; Riot wist niet eens dat ze weg was gegaan; so much for their friendship xD Safe to say; als ze ooit terugkeert doet ze er HEEL verstandig aan uit zijn buurt te blijven, zover ze kan.

Pasqual moet ze ook niet meer bij aankloppen. Hij slaat geen meiden maar kan verbaal ook even flink uit de hoek komen :3

GODDAMN, ik krijg ML ECHT NIET in mijn hoofd. Nu de partijen samenvatten en klaar. Geen zin meer in. Dan maar een onvoldoende. Haal m'n examen toch niet (:

Riot zal niet echt gewelddadig worden, maar ik zeg niet dat er geen kans is dat hij haar ruw tegen de muur zal duwen of anderszins hardhandig duidelijk zou maken dat hij pissed is. Hij blijft onberekenbaar en codes als 'geen meisjes slaan' vind hij bullshit; maak je het ernaar, dan maak je het ernaar.

Hehe, ja, okay. Maar dan heb je het over Riot. God wat hou ik van Riot. Hij mag dat namelijk :3

IK HEB SUPERVEEL CHOCOLA. ;D

OMG update:

Van links naar rechts de partijen because no one fucking cares:

SP - Groenlinks - Partij van de Dieren - Partij van de Arbeid - D66 - Christen Unie - CDA - VVD - SGP - Partij van de vrijheid

En voor de rest, GEEN IDEE. xD

o3o

He's be like;
*bashes her against wall*
You fucking little bitch

Of zo. Misschien schrijf ik daar puur voor de lol eens over in een saaie les. Ze mag dan niet mijn char zijn, but oh well, ik post het toch niet xD It's not like anyone would want to read that anyway. I think

I want to! >;D

Lol xD Why did I not think of that xD

Ow wat erg 0.0 waarom maakt iemand zo'n karakter! 0.0

Meh, ze maakte 'r niet met die intentie, maar peerde hem zonder ons echt goed op de hoogte te stellen, dus verhaaltechnisch heeft haar char hetzelfde gedaan

Jebjeb, dat dus.

Vind het oprecht jammer hoe het gelopen is, we hadden nog leuke plannen.

Ja das eigenlijk stom en gemeen 0.0 vooral als je ideeën hebt. Ik heb ze enkel voor mijn karakters opzig :p

also I am writing. I could not resist.
Zie hier de eerste regels die ik toch niet voor me kan houden;

"R-riot?" a hesitant voice said breathlessly. An awefully familiar voice. The now short haired blonde boy frowned and slowly turned around, his eyes narrowed. He hadn't seen her in quite a while, that much was true. However, that did not mean he felt any less betrayed by the way she had acted. He still remembered what Pasqual had told him, what had happened to her. But he also still remembered how she had left, twice it seemed, without even leaving a message. All the while when they's sort of hung out, she had emphasized time and time again that they had been friends, that he'd been like a brother to her. And then she'd just turned her fucking back on him, as if he was worth about as much as your average beer can that you threw away after emptying it.
He looked in her eyes for a brief moment and the anger rushed to his head immediately. She took a few steps towards him, hesitant for she seemed to feel something was wrong. And there was. A lot.
Riot stepped forward and grabbed her by the front of her lightblue coat, during wich he accidentally pulled a few strands of her long blonde hair, that still had nearly the same color as his.
With the greatest ease, he pushed her against the wall, smacking the air out of her lungues for a brief moments, making her gasp for air and looking at him with a mixture of fear and.. grief?
He didn't care. If she'd been earlier, maybe he could have forgiven her. Maybe he could have seen past what felt as her betrayal. Maybe he would not have felt so incredibly hurt by the way she treated him.


there is more coming, mochten jullie t tof vinden

Gaaahaaaf!!! Sjeej, echt cool toch. Leuk hoe een rp tot weer een soort nieuw verhaal kan leiden :p

Omg thanks o3o
Ja echt he, is ze toch nog ergens goed voor nu

Ja eigenlijk wel. Je karakter gaat om met karakters die je mss niet zelf bedenkt. Ik heb zelfs al een idee met Riot en Aya X3

oeh tell me o3o


Also; de rest so far;

"Riot, I-" she started, talking quickly. "I can explain.."
"Oh really?" Riot snapped, his voice low, growling, like a furious animal. "Well go ahead. Fucking explain. Explain why you just turned your back on me. Why? Did you think I wouldn't understand? If that's so, you should've known better than that. Am I that disposeable to you Chloe?"
He just stared at her, and she stared back.
"It wasn't like I had a choice, he had taken my life from me!" she sounded awefully defensive.
"Jesus Christ, I know that fucker raped you, I know he made a bloody whore out of you," he said, ignoring the way she cringed under those very words that must have been tearing open old wounds.
The grip around the fabric of her coat tightened and Riot's knuckles where nearly white now.
"But fuck, Chloe, how does that leave you with no way of letting me know that you were turning your back on me?"
No, he wasn't able to keep the hurt out of his voice, no matter how hard he tried.
She didn't answer at first. Without even deciding to do it, Riot pushed her harder against the rough rocks behind her. She let out a light squeal and his grip loosened a little. Still the hot anger flowed through him, masking the hurt and insecurity.
"I just wanted to.. to be away from this all.. Sorry Riot."
She seemed just about being sorry, but for Riot it wasn't enough. Not that he knew what would be enough; he had no idea, mostly because he doubted there even was a way he could forgive her. It was too late. Maybe that, if he listened to his heart, he did want to forgive her, but that would never become clear, because most of all Riot wasn't about to give her any chance of hurting him again.
He looked at her, his blue eyes piercing hers.
"Riot?"
He merely raised his eyebrows questioningly.
"Is it true.. what I've heard.. about Richard? Did you really.." She didn't finish that sentence. She didn't even need to. She did not need to, because the look on the boy's face had allready given away the answer.
"Yes," he said needlessly in a downright cold tone of voice.
"Want to know why?"
She nodded, shaking a little to wich Riot didn't pay attention; he had no time for her endless self-pity.
"It was because back then, I still cared about you. I was disgusted by the things Pasqual told me. Wanted revenge. Bashed the guy's teeth in. Nearly made him swallow a knife. I eventually slit his throat." He looked at the ground. He heard her rapid breathing and her fear of him, wich underlined the fact that they had become strangers to one another in a way, disgusted him.
"But you know what?" he said, looking up again. In her eyes, tears shimmered. Tears that were hard to define for a boy so confused.
"What?" her voice was barely any more than a whisper.
"It didn't bring you back," Riot said, his voice lower than ever and with hearable anger and anguish in it. "You were in town, from what Pasqual told me, but even as you returned, and clearly heard about all this, you didn't once contact me. And then you were gone, Again. Without a bloody trace. Again."
It didn't happen very often that Riot spoke this much, expressed himself this much. But it had to be said. He had to keep talking, in order to not lose his temper.
"I tried but.."
"But wha- No.. No, I don't even want to hear it.." Riot shook his head. A single tear rolled down Chloe's cheek. "I don't want to hear your excuses. I understand what you must've gone through, but clearly, you don't understand much of others."
He let her go.
"This time I could control myself, but know that we are no longer friends, nor will we ever be again," he said, between clenched teeth. "I don't ever want to see you again. You've had your chances, didn't take any of them-"
"But Riot! I-"
"Shut up you little shit. Like I said; you had your chances and you threw it away. In your misery and self-pity, not once did you think it might be an idea to check up on the people that thought they were your friends. Fuck you, Chloe. Fuck you."
His hands were clenched into fists and he turned around to walk away, before he woul lose control.

Nee, maar het is heel leuk :p
Het stukje tekst is awesome :p

mokay o3o

Thanks ^_^