Maiden; Tom Cruise? Meh. I prefer Robert Downy Jr. and Johnny Depp. And Jude Law.

Roza; But why would Lulu kill her friend!? Maybe my life is in danger...
Oh yes, the heat. It was bad. Hopefully you didn't overheat, eh? I just cooled off in the pond with Lulu. She's a water dog, I think.

Yeah, it is.
I rarely ever go outside though. >.<

Wolfie
Good question. owo Maybe it was by accident.
I hope your life isn't in danger. D:
I don't think so, it was probably just the fact that I rarely get sun. I get headaches when I go outside.
The same pond that ate your shoes and garden hose? owo;

I love the outside. Just being alone outside!

I hope so. Or she was hungry... I don't know why, she always has food. Maybe it bit her nose. Poor baby. I don't think I'm in danger.
Oh yes, it doesn't seem to eat anything alive. I mean, how do the fish survive if it eats everything? Like a horror movie pond. Not a scary horror movie, it's not like the pond could get up and..........

......
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Oh no...
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There it is again.

I go outside when the sun goes away or partially goes away.

Well if that's the case, I don't think she was a fan of the taste.
Aw, I hope it didn't bite her nose, poor Lulu. I'd hope not.
They are zombie fish!
If your pond could move... I'd be terrified.

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I think, I'm going to bed.
My eyes are getting really heavy right now. >.<

And I have a horrible cramp feeling... I just wanna curl up and cry out of pain. Lol.
Well, good night Wolfie!

Luckily I have trees. Only the pond and my strawberry patch is exposed to the most sun.
I hope not either. But it'd have deserved it!
I don't think so. They're too bright-eyed.
Also, that thought gave me an idea. What if the pond could move!?

Heh, good night Roza. Hopefully those cramp feelings go away so you don't have to feel it anymore!

I like Tom Cruise....

Ponds moving?
Hmm... like slither around, or would it take a form of a blob or something? owo

I'm feeling better this morning. :3

Maiden; I think he's okay. Maybe a bit... short. Definitely. He's five foot, seven inches. Like a little kid. Have you ever met him? I did once. It was like meeting a kid. A famous kid.

Roza; I don't know. Maybe slithering around. You know, making dips in the ground so it can move easier, and eating unsuspecting passersby?

Oh, I'm glad! I woke up from... a weird dream. Luckily it wasn't the recurring dream, but I wish it had been.

Ninja pond! Haha.
So ominous!

I'm glad too, I was afraid I would wake up to more cramps.
Weird dream? How weird?

Ninjas are invisible. I'm pretty sure you'd see a pond coming at you. But if it grew every time it moved... That'd be weird.

Well, it's good you didn't. No need for that. No matter what people say!
Er.... Let's start out in the beginning. I was in a hospital. But it looked a lot like one of those horror movie hospitals in which the place is grimy and dusty and the lights are flickering and hanging from the ceiling. But where a pair of double doors should be, a curtain of blood hung and dripped. I was with someone else, shorter than me shockingly enough (not!), and I said to follow 'that person', being someone dressed in blue scrubs. We went into what I suppose is a surgery prep room but instead of running-water sinks, a couple of lifted troughs with clear water stood against the wall. When we put our hands into the water I realized both of us were also covered in that thick blood that was falling from the ceiling.

We moved on to a higher level of the place that looked the same as the bottom, only this time the windows were smeared with blood and dirty handprints. We discovered we were in the cafeteria, and sat at one of the tables. A girl nearby suddenly screamed and ran toward the door, but it slammed shut suddenly, knocking her out, then opening once more as though nothing happened. The person the girl screamed at was a teenage boy, whose mouth had opened abnormally large, as though his jaw could unhinge, and his teeth resembled piranha teeth. A couple janitors had come to collect the girl before she woke up, and when we looked back at the kid, he'd gone back to normal.

We followed the janitors, whose clothes were dirty and bloody at the same time, and one was limping. We passed a door whose plaque said 'Operating Room', and the janitors threw the girl onto one of the tables as if she were a bag of leaves. Then they left. My companion went forward and around the table, and went to work. For a second nothing was happening other than quick cuts, down the body. Then I picked something up and held it while he took out the girl's organs. I stood there with I'd suppose is a metal basin, holding the organs that were taken out.

The following scenes... well, imagine Frankenstein. Think about the creation of the monster, with the usage of various body parts from different corpses. This is what happened. We even replaced one of her eyes with that of someone else nearby, and her organs from transplant doners who didn't make the cut. That's what I was told, anyway. Word for word my companion said "The rest of the insides are from the doners who didn't take care of their bodies."

Before the girl could come back to life, however, I woke up and thought about checking myself into a mental ward for a few hours.

o .o...
That's.. some dream. :gonk: More like a freakish nightmare to me.
I don't know why, but the entire time I was envisioning my old junior high school building.
It's odd looking, and we all think it used to be a prison.
I don't know how a prison equals hospital, but that's all I could imagine. Haha.
That's creepy enough.

Well, a nightmare is something that scares you. This didn't scare me as much as... unnerved me a bit. Like, what the hell am I doing in my spare time!? I haven't even watched a horror movie in weeks!
Actually, I don't really think the place could actually be a hospital. I mean, it gave the vibe of a hospital minus the blood curtain (which didn't look like a curtain; it was more of a continuous stream), but it seemed to be laid out more like a school, then up above, like the school was converted into an office building. With the hospital aspects like the OR and doctors wandering around.
So I hope I never, ever ever ever have that dream again, ever. Otherwise you might not hear from me again because I'll have done all of innocent humanity a favor and locked myself up.

Well that's why I say for me it's like a nightmare. Maybe if I had been the one in that situation, it would be a different feeling.
I wonder if your subconscious is trying to tell you something... o .o
Hmm, that's most interesting. I don't think it's explainable.
I hope you don't ever get that dream ever again either. :c
I'd be one sad Roza. >.<

Maybe so. Maybe my subconscious is trying to tell me I'd better start that stalking of horrible people so I can get rid of them and let the innocent people live without fear. Because I've been writing about it. I just hate people like that.
Regardless of how to explain it, I'd assume it's several of my least favorite places combined into one. That's a good way, eh?

I'm sorry! But really, I don't want a random innocent person hurt if I crack entirely... Like that girl. Didn't seem like she did much to deserve being turned into a Frankenstein. That teenage kid with the weird mouth did.

But I'll stay sane! Maybe... I hope, anyway. I don't think I'm crazy. Never thought about it, anyway.

You think? Hmm, could be possible, but I don't think it wise to go do that because of a dream. o. o;
How would you explain it if you were to get caught?
Although, somehow I get the feeling that you wouldn't...

Oh I know, I'm just saying I wouldn't want to one day find out you voluntarily locked yourself up.

I don't think your crazy. ow o Although, I'm not sure my opinion is one to consider. Haha...
I'm not crazy, but I'm not that normal either.

Oh, don't worry. I don't have the... what's it called? Motivation. But if I ever do~! I probably won't. I'll just have to go with writing about it. But then again.... I wouldn't have to buy dog food anymore...
Get caught? I don't think I would. I'm far too careful. And I'd have to take my own advice and have someone else help me. Like Signora. She's threatened to start killing too if humanity gets any stupider. She'd be able to go get the person and I'd take care of them, and we'd dispose of them properly. I think things out too much.... I ought to not do that. But how would I write the intricate things I do!? I need to think things like this!

Well, I'd think it best if in my dreams I'm just going around killing to kill and be a freak at it.

I'd probably have to have a scan to figure out if I'm... mentally stable. There are tests like that, you know. Since I know I'm not normal, that's a given.

Hurray for no motivation then. o .o
I think you should just stick to writing. I think I'd rather read about them without the actual event happening.
You two would make a great pair at handling that stuff. I'd have to resort to reading them in the papers about these 'mysterious' killings. Haha. Hopefully I never do.
Thinking about it and writing it down is better than thinking it and actually going out and executing your thoughts into action.

I'm still trying to imagine you doing that. Quite a scary thought really. o. O

I had no idea. I wouldn't take one. I mean, I know I'm sane to an extent, but I still wouldn't take a test like that.

I suppose. But that no motivation is affecting other things. So I have to work on that now while I'm here.
Yes, I'll work on writing instead of taking real action. Even if it'll make life a little more interesting.
I have no doubt Signora would jump right into the action. She's a strong girl, can take on a man twice her size.
Wait... so you wouldn't give us up? You're a true friend *sniff*!

I'd rather not think about it... Maybe if it's justified. Only then.

If it boiled down to figuring out if I could really do what I write about (and trust me, I've come close), I'll take the test. Sometimes I wonder how I can create a character such as the sociopathic, unfeeling one named Lee. Maybe I'll have a reason.

Uh ... What a conversation.

You know I think it's just a way of letting out all your frustrations with people without going out and doing what you've written about. Writing is therapeutic that way, lol.

I mean look at all the murder mysteries out there! Yes those authors got into the heads of murderers, or rather created such characters, for their stories, but I don't imagine that any of them would actually go out and commit the crimes they write about.

Well just as long as you don't motivate yourself to do half the things you write about.
Although, I have to admit, if I had the chance to rid of all the corrupt people, I most certainly would.
She must be strong if she can take on someone twice her size. o .o
I, on the other hand, would have a bit of trouble. Haha.
Well of course not! ^^ I'm not going to abandon you two.

I gave up thinking about it, I was creeping myself out.

Well coming close to it, isn't the same as actually going through with it right? >.<
I don't know, it would probably make sense for you to take the test.

We would make such a great team! You, Signora, Lil Signora, and me, all working together to get rid of the corrupt people! And leaving absolutely no trace whatsoever that they ever existed in the first place......
Of course she is! Six feet tall and can lift three hundred pounds easier than I'd thought she could ever do.
Maybe if we teamed up you could stay with me to work on the people she catches... Not much heavy lifting other than transportation of dead weight. So says my story *shifty eyes*....

Good. Now I just need to stop thinking about it.

Well... I followed someone I know as a dog fighter with intent I didn't even know. Then I stopped because I had other things to do that day.
I'm taking a test now! So far... it's not really looking good. So what if I talk to my stuffed animals!?

That would be a nice team, wouldn't it?
Sounds like it would make for a nice book series.
Gosh... Six feet... so tall. ;.; I'd definitely be the small one in the group, minus from the title one.
I'm twenty-two and I stand at only five feet one inch.
I don't know how much help I'd be, but I'm sure I'd find myself being useful for something though. Haha.
I may be tiny, but I'm feisty!

Yes, stop thinking about it! owo Think of cute kittens in boxes!

Dog fighters. Ugh. Dogs aren't meant for fighting each other.
I talk to my stuffed animals too... o .o

It'd be amazing! And now you got me thinking, thank you very much!
Would you like to try out writing around with it? Using ourselves as the characters, no less.
Well, I'm still ten inches taller than the tallest person! I'm like a freak of the freaks. Two more inches and I'm seven feet tall.
You'd be very good in the situation then! That is, if you could handle breaking the spirit of horrible people before they're killed.

I love cute kittens in boxes! They're adorable!

Absolutely not, I hate people who do that to animals so much! And I really wanted to beat the brain out of his head.
I only have one stuffed animal, named Dead Bunny. I think I mentioned that before....

o 3o I am sorry. >.<
And you're welcome, hehe.
Sure. o .o Sounds like it would be interesting.
Seven feet?! ;.; Gosh you're extremely tall... I suddenly feel even smaller now. Haha.
I'd need practice, but I'm sure I'd be a pro at it in no time.

Yes, yes! Kittens in boxes are ultra adorable!

Animal cruelty is the worst. I don't blame you for wanting to do that.
Yup, you have.

No, no problem.
Oh really!? All right then! Through email, PM? Something else.?
Yes I know I am. That's why I slouch all the time. It's strange to see someone almost seven feet tall who isn't a basketball player, or who is associated with the sport in some way.

Of course they are! Once I found a box of kittens on the side of the road and took them in. Later they were all adopted.

You know I found I hate animal abuse almost more than human abuse. Unless the human is a small child, then I'd just like to run the abuser through a meat grinder.
I thought so.