Ally the Avenger, Queen of the Asskickers

03 October 2007 @ 03:59 pm

Ally will be available for certain roleplays and storylines, but other than that, prompts and the like, she will be vamoosed. If you want to use her or play with her, drop me a line and I'll see what I can do.

Mood:

apathetic

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26 September 2007 @ 08:55 am

A HAITUS NOTE FROM THE TYPIST

Hello all.

Ally's going on a hiatus. I don't know how long and all that stuff, but it's a hiatus.

Emily's Reasons Why Not:
Ally is not okay, she probably never will be and personally, I'm fine with that, it's part of who she is. She's a broken little girl and she will never be okay. But she is dying now. She is floundering and she doesn't know how to stop it and neither do I without hurting people. I don't want people to take anything personal, because this is strictly Ally, not Emma. Ally is a dysfunctional person, she doesn't know how to be happy because she never has been. It's no fault of anyone's but her own and the reason she's going on hiatus is to see whether or not I can salvage her life. Some things will change. People will get upset. But life happens, even with muses. Not everything can be happy fluffy bunnies and Ally is a prime example of that. Life isn't always happy, life isn't always fair and life isn't always going to turn out the way we want it.

I want to work out what is going to happen with Ally, but I will understand if the muses that make up her family and the typists who play them don't understand and don't like it. But I'm not changing Ally for others sakes when she's dying. Ally Fuller was one of my first muses, she's my baby and I'm going to do everything I can to get back the snarky, bubbly, fun girl I started with.

Sincerely, Emma

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15 September 2007 @ 05:13 am

Scars are not always physical

1. It is rare that heartbreak ever heals. The pain shifts from time to time, lulling you into a false sense of security and then breaks you from within. Clever.

2. Pain has a tendency to stop breath in it tracks, like a guillotine.

3. A self-portrait in a study of selfishness.

4. Fighting against yourself leaves the most lasting scars.

5. I'm sorry for anything that has hurt you, I don't mean to.

6. Keeping silent, keeps you breaking.

7. My lungs are scarred black and grey.

8. Loss leaves the biggest scars.

9. My scars match my city's.

10. I am not what you expected.

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15 August 2007 @ 01:46 am

Accident Prone [for John]

Moved from HERE.

( . . . )

Place: In the bathroom

Mood:

crushed

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14 August 2007 @ 04:46 pm

Life in the toy box

You're not a toy. Been there, done that, wasn't your scene. You're tired of being pushed around like a rag doll. Do this, do that, don't do this, don't do that, bad girl, don't speak to people you don't know, naughty naughty naughty. You're just a child, a little girl in a woman's body. Existentialism becomes you. Your life is not your own, it's theirs, ours, his, hers, yours, no. You live to serve, live to watch life pass you by while you're making coffee and donuts. No one watches you hit rock bottom because no one watches you. You're alone when you're surrounded by people. You don't do the right thing, you do the wrong thing, naughty naughty naughty. Come down off you're throne, the one you never had. Queen of the castle no more, now you're merely servant girl. Live to serve, live to please, live to live a lonely life that's not your own. Somebody holds the key and it's not you. It's him, her, them, they, those people that think you're just a toy. Can't find your way home? You have no home. Homeless in your own home. Watch your step, don't step there, one two step, don't step on the crack you'll break your mother's back. You never had a mother, step step step, crack crack crack. What you want doesn't matter, your life doesn't matter, you're just a pawn in the game of life. Your happiness isn't worth much. Your happiness upsets people. Hey people, fuck off.

You're just a toy. A possession, a trophy, a plaything. Your peace of mind matters not. You're glue, sticky and dead, ground up corpses drip dripped to hold yourself together. Millions of broken pieces sharp and stale, breaking slicing cutting hurting. But you're glue, you don't hurt you fix. No room to hurt, no room to feel, toys don't have feelings. Toys help, not feel. Toys heal, not cry. Don't cry, don't cry, you're just a little girl. Big girls don't cry, they watch the world pass them by. Your world is gone, replaced with something you don't recognize, something you don't know, don't see, don't feel, don't want, can't want. Wanting means you have an opinion, you don't. You can't.

You're not a toy, but you feel like it.

Second person suits me.

Tags: muse playground

Place: In the bathroom

Mood:

complacent

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09 August 2007 @ 09:44 pm

Some Alone Time

Ally'd schleped the boys and Sara off with Dean (he had promised her babysitting) and she walked over to the garage to surprise John. She needed alone time with him, time to just be together and alone and happy and she didn't care if they were curled up on the couch and watching TV or if they were in bed or if they were taking a drive. She didn't care if they didn't even do anything, as long as they were together and alone and just them. She missed her husband, she missed hanging out and not having responsibilities, but they'd come out of nowhere and bit her in the ass and now she was awash with random responsibilities.

It was crazy.

She walked into the garage and straight to John's office where she plopped onto the couch and curled up, laying down with her head half hanging off it, her hair just barely blushing the floor. She didn't need to tell him she was there, his boys would tell him, or he'd be surprised.

Mood:

discontent

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31 July 2007 @ 05:01 pm

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False alarm, bitches. I'm sticking with three for now, wahoo!

Mood:

bouncy

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28 July 2007 @ 12:16 am

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So I was trolling through the internet and I found this article. The last line is fucking PRICELESS.

"So the next time you see an older man with a younger woman or an older woman with a younger man walking by on the street and you’re trying to figure out why they’re together, remember: They might actually just like each other. (Or, of course, he might actually be her dad.)"

Or her boyfriend's dad. Or her older brother. Or her boss. Or a family friend. Or her mom's boyfriend.

I've heard them all people, get some new material.

Mood:

amused

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26 July 2007 @ 03:10 am

FUCK

Mood:

anxious

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15 July 2007 @ 05:08 pm

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