something has changed within me // loren

[chelsey]

Loren and Chelsey were peacefully sitting down on a bench during lunch break while peacefully sharing a bag of chips, when Loren's hand reached into the bag and realized there was only one chip left. "Gasp!" Loren audibly exclaimed! "I must have this chip!" So, she took out her handy dandy sword that any normal teenager carries to school and jabbed it towards the unsuspecting and awesome and really cool and athletic and beautiful and awesome x2 chelsey, and then reached the chip for herself, holding it high above her head in victory. "AHA!" she exclaimed once more. "IT IS MINE!"

[dice=200+1000]
1041 -- Miss -- 0.0 damage
(Sword)

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[loren]

When will Loren know of my love for her.

When will she now that with every bat of her femininely ethereal lashes, every laugh and giggle, I am watching her. My heart burns hotter than her everlastingly long legs, her oriental exoticness speaking to my very core. But alas, she loves another. A curly haired hunky dream boat by the name of Styles that I shan't ever compare to.

But it does not stop my yearning for her. For how could anyone see anything in anyone else but Loren, the amazonian goddess who, albeit not knowing how to correctly spell her name, brings my heart to speak no other name than hers.

And as I drown my sorrows in the only poetic way I know how --eating--, I realize we've reached the end of the chip bag. And although there are places I remember, all my life, though some have changed, some forever not for better. Some are gone, and some remain. Loren will always have her moments I still can recall, but in my life

I'll always love food more.

So I try and slap a betch.

Unarmed: [dice=200+5000]
5014 -- Broken Rib -- 7.0 damage
(Unarmed)

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[chelsey]

Loren isn't quite amazed when she misses her aim on the wonderfully beautiful Chelsey she knows she can never compare to, because, with her awful hand eye coordination, it was no surprise that she could miss such a dazzling target such as her. Still, she has the chip in her hand, and she feels like no beauty could ever compare to food, even the beauty of Chelsey.

Unfortunately, Chelsey obviously recognizes that beauty as well, when, with her good sense of aim and strong will, takes a knuckle to her Loren's jaw. Somehow, the slap/fist/unarmed move doesn't bruise Loren's face, but instead breaks her rib, which would make her question the laws of physics if it weren't for the undying pain that lingered beneath her lungs. "Something has changed within me..." loren sings undauntingly, "something is not the same...." Slowly, with one arm clutched around her bruised chest, she straightens her back in a defiant post to the Strong Willed Chelsey. "I'm through playing with the rules of someone else's game!" Slowly, she cradles the chip in one of her palms with a gentle and tender caress. Then, she raises her arm to strike again.

[dice=200+1000]
Severed Right Hand at Wrist -- 9.0 damage
(Sword)

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[loren]

Desmond lets the children lend a hand...

Molly lets the children lend a hand...

...I however, cannot, as the love of my life and the oxygen in my lungs and the reason for me to keep on in this dreary existence of a life-- the inedible one--- has severed my hand.

I fall to my knees, screaming in pain. The agony in my wrist so gruesome curses have lost their ability to escape my throat, simply leaving my mouth into the world as a gurgling, "OOOOOOBBBBBBLAAAAAAA DIIIIIIIIII OOOOOOOBLLLLLLAAAAA BITCH!" Tears roll down my cheeks, not from the wretched wound, however. Because life goes on, bra. But from my beautiful future, watching it disappear in my very eyes along with my hand.

Because it's next to impossible to eat chicken wings with one hand.

So I pick up my severed hand up off the floor with my mouth, my own blood --the blood of a warrior, a soldier, a food enthusiast-- filling my mouth and reminding me of the buffalo hot sauce I may never enjoy again. With a flick of my head I throw my hand at my second --right after Froot By the Foot-- love, who destroyed any chance I may have had at happiness for a single potato chip.

Misc. Blunt Projectile: [dice=200+8000]
8026 -- Gash/Bruised Right Knee -- 3.5 damage
(Miscellaneous Blunt Projectile)

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[chelsey]

Loren, well knowing of Chelsey's undying love and passion for potatoes, felt the cruel sting of her betrayal and anger as an unspecified and sharp object sliced across her knee. The blood oozed from the gash, and she fell upon her knees, cries emitting from her mouth, "YOU INTERRUPTED MY SONG!" Chelsey, although an ethereal object of beauty that exemplifies the definition of passion, was also a fierce and radiant warrior, especially when it came to potatoes.

So, Loren did what was best to protect the object of her burning and undying desires - the potato chip, and morphed into a cob of corn, sheltering the chip in her green leaves. "DIE YOU MONSTER," she welched, as she striked to attack again.

Just as she striked, watching Chelsey crumple beneath her, she whispered, "You'll never be a true journalist because maGAZINES SUCK AND ARE INEFFICIENT AND DON'T CARE ABOUT YOUR WORDS OR IDENTITY AS A WRITER and you will also never have this potato die bitch."

[dice=200+1000]
Shallow Cut on Right Forearm -- 3.5 damage
(Sword)

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[loren]

And Armageddon erupted. And I swear that every sea dried to dust, every blade of grass caught fire, every mountain crumbled to ash and every chicken nugget received bitterly dry without the amorous accompaniment of Sweet 'N Sour sauce. In short: the world was ending as we knew it.

Because I interrupted Loren's song.

Loren, light of my life, fire of my loins. She who had the voice of Beyonce, the stage presence of Susan Boyle, and the ass of Marilyn Manson. She who ushered robins through her windows in the mornings to help her dress and tidy her room with a simple chorus of her celestial voice. And one does not simply hinder a Loren performance without getting Lannister'd in the face.

"I--" I began, stuttering partially from fear of what my beloved would do to me, partially from the blaring pain in the now nub of my right arm, and partially because dayum baby girl, Loren's legs are so toned I bet she does zumba. "L-l-l-loren-n, I-I didn't me--"

And she morphed into a peace of corn. Like the child of the corn she was. Tears fell from my eyes as she lashed out the most hurtful of slurs against me, pushing me to what appeared to be the edge.

But then I remembered what my main girl and close personal friend or at least she would be if she knew me I know it don't you dare try and tell me she's not my best friend I FEEL HER IN MY SOUL Demi Lovato said:

"Try to tear my down but you can't lol sux2BU."

Her words of wisdom rang true and loud in my ears, prompting me to expand up and out, until I grew bark like armor and my hair turned into leaves which kinda sucks because I actually have reeeeeeally nice hair but whatever. I was an apple tree. I began to bombard my love with all the spherical fruit I could grow, crying, "MO' MONEY MO' PROBLEMS! MO' MONEY MO' PROBLEMS!"

I felt myself growing powerful, started from the bottom now I here.

Misc. Blunt Projectile: [dice=200+8000]
8121 -- Bruised Left Arm -- 2.0 damage
(Miscellaneous Blunt Projectile)

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