06-21-2005, 07:04 PM
Nala looked up from her keyboard setup manual (that's one thing she can't remember), her dark blue hair falling in her face, and said, "Rikku, quit trying to hang up spaghetti instead of balloons already."
"No buts, people will eat them and get sick. Most people in this city are allergic to that stuff and you know that," said Paine, fiddling with the bass adjuster on her electric guitar. Yuna looked up from her bass guitar and nodded, then looked back down. Nala finished setting up her keyboard again and walked over to the special effects machine and clicked the mouse on the 'fog machine function' button, only to find that the machine needed more fog fluid.
Ooc: this is probably going to be my very last post here for five days, so... yeah.
High dive into frozen waves where the past comes back to life. Fight fear for the selfish pain;
It was worth it every time. Hold still right before we crash 'cause we both know how this ends.
A clock ticks 'til it breaks your glass and I drown in you again,
'Cause you are the piece of me I wish I didn't need. Chasing relentlessly, still fight and I don't know why!
If our love is tragedy, why are you my remedy? If our love's insanity, why are you my clarity?