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Dear Walt family,

So as it's been brought to my attention, there has been a lot of confusion if I had dropped out of the rp not. I am here to tell my side of the story, not to cause drama and after this it will be end of the confusion. Also, this post doesn't need commentary or response.

This is the reason why I have been gone for so long and what I did to try and preserve my spot at Walt:

For anyone knows me know that I have had serious laptop problems and it effects my rping. I sent my laptop off to be fixed and it got lost in geek squad and then it took forever to be replaced. This has really effected my ability to rp since I have been on my desktop that relies on wireless internet, it usually has one bar or less. That means I have no internet or very little internet, so much so I can't even log out of a tumblr account to get to a new one or use it properly. Thus I have had no reliable way to rp since the whole time my laptop has been away. To add more to my terrible past couple of months, my grandmother is dying and has been in and out of the hospital. Some of the days she was in was Christmas and New years, and through January. Being she is my last grandparent left...it really has been hard for me to deal with.

Mid December I messaged Lena saying that I would like to be on a hiatus, no response.

Then January 13th we texted for a couple of minutes, I sent her a long message explaining all of what was going on and she never responded.

January 23rd Quinn texted me on behalf of Lena asking me if I was coming back or not or that I should take a break so they could open up the characters to more active rpers. I told her everything, that I assumed that I was on hiatus and that I would be back in February. she passed it on to Lena.

Today I wake up to not only a new laptop but a new Vanessa and now a new Sawyer. Apparently Lena messaged me on Sawyer's account that she is making room for more active rpers or something. My question is why didn't she get someone get a hold of me if she couldn't do it herself? Anyone could have texted me, called me, skyped me, fb messaged me, anything I can access on my phone would have worked because it was made clear that I can't even swap rp accounts or use them to check messages (That's if I even had internet). Given that she finally texted me today makes the question even bigger.

My Letter to every one at Walt:

I have been in this rp for over three years now, I've had Vanessa for over three years now. To see it all handled this way hurt, the reason why it took me this long to say anything was because I was in tears when I found out and tried to clear my head before I said anything.This rp has been a second home for me, and I love you all so much. The worst part of having all this computer troubles while my Grandma was going through all this...was that I couldn't talk to you all about it. We've been there for each other, through car crashes, relatives passing away, life changing events. We've broken every rule of internet safety and that still makes me laugh when I look back at how it happened...Distance melted away when we all got in these blogs and goofed around, and that's what made these friendships so special. It hurts to know that I have to leave this place, I want to always to be close to you guys. But I have to go, it hurts to much to stay under these circumstances. And for the record, I'm not angry, just upset and hurt. If any of you were in my shoes I'm sure you would feel the same way. Just the time I've spent looking on the dash made Sawyer upset and Vanessa venomous. I need to get them out of here as well as myself, I hope you understand. You all know how to reach me if you need me, and I hope this isn't the last rp I see all of you, but if it is I wish you all the best of luck, along with Vanessa, Tucker, Trixie, Sawyer and the rest of the gang. This isn't a goodbye, this is a I'll see you later.

Best wishes,

Julia

I will post this message on each of my accounts, so after you read this, feel free to unfollow. I'm not sure if I will be using the blogs for my own use. So there's that. Sorry for the novel, but this is important to me.

Since our messages never seem to reach each other this is a message to Lena:

morganrayes

Dirty Laundry | | Morgan and Vanessa

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While at first she was apprehensive, at having her sister call her pathetic, Morgan’s own anger flared up and her glare Vanessa was just as poisonous as the one she was receiving. “Fuck you.” Was all she could get in before Vanessa left the room. “Where the fuck are you going?” Morgan called after her sister, leaning over the hatch as far as she could before giving up and walking around it, through the archway leading into the living room. She sped up her walking when she heard a loud noise at the stairs. She stopped in surprise when she saw Vanessa dragging her bags down the hallway. “Are you - are you fucking kidding me? Really, you’re going to storm out?” Vanessa didn’t say anything to Morgan. She had a look on her face that spoke only of determination and anger. It only fueled Morgan’s rage more. “All right, you have your tantrum and storm out, just like princess Vanessa always does. But if you think I’m letting you out of my site, you’re wrong.” Morgan stopped to collect her purse, and by that time, Vanessa had kicked the bags down the stair well outside the apartment.

Morgan followed, not helping or speaking to her sister. If she wanted to hurt herself, she could go right the fuck ahead. She would tire eventually, Morgan told herself. And then maybe she could reason with her sister. Morgan lit a cigarette while Vanessa continued to drag her bags out of the building. They had made it a few yards before Morgan finally stopped Vanessa. “Alright, enough.” She stood in front of Vanessa, blocking her way. “By the way you keep gritting your teeth more and more, I can tell you’re in a lot of pain, so you’re going to sit down on this bench, I’m going to explain, and if you really want to leave, I will call you a cab myself and you can go back to Aunt Sophie and Uncle Henry’s place and Izzy can see just how badly the ‘bad man’ hurt you.” Morgan took one last drag of her cigarette to let that mental picture stew in her sister’s mind. She threw the cigarette to the ground and put it out with her shoe. “Now shut the fuck up and listen, because it’s story time,” Morgan said before sitting herself down next to Vanessa, but maintaining a few inches of separation.