06-21-2005, 06:04 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.
I KNOW THE PIECES FIT, CAUSE I WATCHED THEM FALL AWAY, MILDEWED AND SMOLDERING.
FUNDAMENTAL DIFFERING, PURE INTENTION JUXTAPOSED WILL SET TWO LOVERS' SOULS IN MOTION.
DISINTEGRATING AS IT GOES, TESTING OUR COMMNICATION.
THE LIGHT THAT FUELED OUR FIRE THEN HAS BURNED A HOLE BETWEEN US SO WE CANNOT SEE TO REACH AN END...