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Hey dudes! Name's Geminia, but save me the trouble and call me GP, or Gem! I... guess I'm dead. Well shit.

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Whoa hey be friendly dudes puff'n pass don't get too worked up yet

Ssssssssh pats you all lightly on the head okay

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It is odd trying to get used to there being no time. 

Timeless you know.

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Yeah >:/ It kinda sucks ass.

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Maybe one of these…Days. You should rap for me I would love to hear it. 

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Oh my god sure maybe some...time. Somewhen idk what the word is now

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Yeah sorta!!!!! We couldn’t settle on a title but man we were thick as thieves

Yeah Kevin played guitar Jack on the drums I swear Henry could do like everything and I rapped it was such a sweet setup.

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Ooohhh you were on vocals how cool. 

I bet you guys were great, it breaks my heart that I would never get to hear you guys live. 

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Yeah >u<

Also that was bad and you should feel bad (No that was good)

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hah. 

So a group? I’m guessing you were in a band of some sorts. 

The only musical talent I had was with the piano. 

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Yeah sorta!!!!! We couldn't settle on a title but man we were thick as thieves

Yeah Kevin played guitar Jack on the drums I swear Henry could do like everything and I rapped it was such a sweet setup.

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Oooh! I’m talking to a person who almost became a celebrity. 

How exciting.

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Maaaaan we hadn't even gotten discovered yet it was a big loada bull

I'm missin' the group now dude r.i.p. me

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I guess you’re not looking at the big picture with the whole being ‘dead’ thing. 

Have you ever stopped and thought that we’re almost like gods? 

Turning shadows into a solid, dying but coming back seconds later, just think about it! We’re pretty much immortal as we are. 

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Immortals aren't gods though it just means that everything lasts forever and in retrospect it kinda sucked

I mean shit man I was gonna be famous I don't wanna be a kid 5ever

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Interesting…

Protective siblings are a thing if I recall. 

And if it helps any… Use torture. Sure we cannot die but we can still feel pain, prolong the use of the spikes as much as you can. 

Something will come of use to that after all.

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Uh

No???????

Being dead is torture enough cmon dude I'm a teenaged chick not a CIA agent

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Also even if lightning strikes twice it never strikes in the same spot y'know

\m/

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Okay hey new dude lemme give you the run down

I've got this friend named Charlotte and she's cute as like all the buttons ever okay she's adorbs but her 'brother' over there decided to kidnap the hell out of her and then y'know did that to me too because she needed friends which is all well and good but y'know she had friends before he decided to be a huge raging douchebutt and take her against her will fun stuff right?

So I took my chance and ditched.

I'm getting her back and I'm pretty sure it's possible to kill a dead dude because that dude's getting a spike to any sensitive spot on his body once I get to him.

TL;DR He's an asshole don't listen to him ever

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...Hey.

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Time

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illfatedsoldier replied to your post: hhhhhh e e e y can c c an s oooooomeone ge e e e...

No. You are staying where it is safe.

ssss s s afe my ass!

s ome one

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elp

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hhhhhh e e e y can

c c an s oooooomeone ge e e e et us ou tttttt?

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Charlotte opened her mouth to speak but hesitated, it was true that if this man was her brother she would know him, but if he was her brother she would simply not allow GP to fight him. But this man wasn’t her brother! She shook her head in anger at herself, unable to believe she even considered it for a second, then let it hang before turning back to face the other.

“He says he’s my…” she paused, forcing herself to say it, “br-brr-bbbbrrrrother.” It was a barely audible mumble. Her helplessness at the situation was quickly turning into anger as she repeated in her head the phrase ‘that’s not my brother, that’s an alien’ over and over again. But the thought of it actually being him crept into her mind again, and she just let herself hang from the vines holding them. There would be no more waterworks coming from her anytime soon as Char’s sockets had completely run dry at this point. 

“I don’t… believe him.” She was half lying to herself, and she knew it. He had his voice, but an alien could have stolen it, right? Right? There was no way that was him. No way whatsoever! 

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GP new that Charlotte held her brother on the highest damn pedestal imaginable. and with that in mind she knew that the brainless (or rather, brain-bearing) asshole who had kidnapped them both wasn't her brother. No, if he was anything like how she described, this guy was nowhere close. And Gem trusted Charlotte, so there was no reason to think otherwise. She grit her teeth harder. What she wouldn't give for a joint right now.

"He's dead, that fucker. More than dead. Nowhere near your bro." She struggled against the bonds that held her, shaking her head to get rid of the excess water there, perhaps accidentally splashing Char in the process. "And you shouldn't believe him, kiddo. I'm sure this sick fuck got put on death row for something like this and that's why he's here." It didn't really make any sense, but then again, with her veins pounding like her best friend's shitty dubstep remixes, nothing did. She'd have to play the Mind guardian again to get a fix. The weight of her Deathcards in her pocket was familiar, at least.

"We're gonna get outta here, 'kay? Soon as I can break this shit around my wrists."

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i miss 'em both

and

lira

lira

baby girl

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She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was… she was a proud and strong alien hunter wasn’t she? Everything she’d ever believed in since her brother’s death revolved around that promise of protection and pride. Yet, here she was, all those years later- dead and kidnapped somewhere in The End. She didn’t see her kidnapper’s face at first, it took them a while to properly approach the wall and show their face. A twisted face, she thought, one ragged by injury and heart break. His head leaking a foul liquid, it most likely was blood but Charlotte preferred to think of it as something else, it made him easier to look at. One should never feel sorry for their kidnappers, no matter what sob story they made up.

But when his lips parted, and he spoke her name aloud, Charlotte couldn’t help but cry. She knew that voice. She loved that voice. It was the voice of her brother, she knew in her heart it was. But this man, this kidnapper, this THING wasn’t her brother. She couldn’t accept that. Her brother had eyes! Her brother had a nose! Her brother had a full head! And her brother wasn’t riddled with bullet holes! He was kidnapped by aliens! This man wasn’t her brother!

Yet, he insisted he was and spoke to her just as her brother would have. He begged her for forgiveness, trying to reason with the crying child, and told her that him being an alien hunter was a lie. A lie he’d thought up to protect her, that had probably gotten her killed instead. He wept with her for a time, trying time and time again to convince her before he finally rose from the ground in front of her saying ‘he’d bring her a friend’.

She cried out at him, ‘don’t leave me here, please don’t leave me here! Please don’t leave me here alone in the dark!’ But he had left, just like her brother had left her. The tears just hadn’t stopped coming since then. She hadn’t heard him return, nor did she see who he had brought with him. Just his same pleas from before, as he turned away again and left them in the darkness. She barely heard the mumbles from the one next to her, and she didn’t bother to turn her head and look.

“…Charlotte?” Her head turned slowly as she tried to stop sobbing. She was still strong, wasn’t she? She had to be strong for them, it was her fault they were here after all. Her third eye strained to focus, no it couldn’t be…

“GP? H-he got you too?”

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"Yeah." There wasn't really much to say on the matter. Gem's gaze dropped to the floor. She was tired, and it showed. Days of sadness and withdrawal were displayed in the prominent shade beneath her eyes, and there was still evidence of her struggle on her clothes. She felt horrendously dirty, as if she could feel every speck of dirt beneath her fingernails and the water running down her neck. So far, washing her hair had been the only even slightly redeemable action that the stranger had in her book - but even then, it was obviously overpowered. She groaned as she tried to stretch her restrained muscles. "I... fuck, you don't know him do ya? Because if so I'm sorry to say you really need a better taste in your fuckin' friends." Charlotte probably didn't deserve to have anything lashed out on her, but right now, Geminia was aching and tired and angry and sober. And sobriety was the worst. She'd cry if she had any tears left to shed, but all she could focus on was how angry she was. It wasn't normal, not at all, with her smokes keeping her from concentrating enough on anything long enough to feel other emotions besides happiness, tolerance, admiration and positivity. Because anger burned. It burned like someone struck a match in her heart and set fire to her lungs, and it was a shame that she couldn't do anything about it. It's been said that those undergoing rushes of adrenaline are capable of great feats, but that did nothing to the binding on her, regardless of how hard she pulled. Her voice was a low grumble when she spoke next. "I'm gonna kill that bleedin' shitstain if it's the last goddamn thing I do."