-Texts Karkat-
charlie (haha mayebe thats not your name whatever) get over here now. we are formating a plan as we speak we need as many peoople as we can get
we are meeting at bikes house
-Texts Solaire-
hey dude
i kno we havent exactly been best pals in the paste but we need to scrape what litte pile of hope we have left into a bigger pile
tht was a little poetric. B)
but come over to bikers house. im serious were still cool right
edited 14th Dec '13 2:54:27 PM by Higginbid
IS THAT ME? AM I THE MOM?Tessa is dead. You killed her.
...
When we first started working in the same building, I brushed aside all the crazy stories I heard of you attacking your students. I shouldn't have. When I got suspicious, I decided I'd let others take care of it. I shouldn't have. When you invited yourself into my home, I let you stay out of nothing but the goodness of my heart. I shouldn't have.
I tolerated so much from you, hoping that underneath it all you were a rational human being. But now I realise that you're just the schoolyard bully who never grew up. Violence, fear and humiliation. That is how you communicate. It's how you stay on top, being the big man with the big stick.
You think that this twisted fantasy ends with you being the hero? Well Tessa bled to death not three metres from you. Are we meant to feel safer?
...
But maybe you're right. Maybe killing one another really can tie up our problems. Or at least just one of us. After all, the person with the biggest stick gets his way. And I have the biggest one there is.
-Raises his pistol-
edited 14th Dec '13 2:59:02 PM by SR3NORMANDY
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?

Doesn't look like it.
UN JOUR JE SERAI DE RETOUR PRÈS DE TOI