Identity99: Yes. Kurama has brought his lawyer.
That's you?
Gothica13: Nope. I'm his lawyer.
KURAMA: I hereby demand a redress of my grievances, including full payment of the medical bill from when I fell from the ceiling fan and my boxers returned to me promptly.
Dammit.
KURAMA: What?
I kind of...sold the boxers.
KURAMA & Co.: WHAT?!?!
[Disclaimer: Stephen King once said that when you get smarter, you don't stop pulling the wings off flies; you just find better reasons for doing it. Same applies to disclaimers.]
Stephen King once said that when you get smarter, you don't stop pulling the wings off flies; you just find better reasons for doing it. Raven felt the same way. Not only that, but she was addicted to it. (No, you pinhead...not torturing insects. Cutting.)
She would be the one to pull off her own wings and sit there for a day or two, waiting for them to grow back, until she finally ran out of strength and bled to death. Pleasant thoughts we're thinking all alone here in our rooms, aren't we?
Raven was still curled up on her floor, though she had stopped crying. Someone knocked on her door. She didn't say anything.
"Raven? May I enter?" Starfire said. The door glowed black for a second and opened a little. "Thank you." The young Tamaranian closed the door behind her and stepped forward. She sat down in front of Raven.
"You...cut yourself again, I see," she said, looking at her friend's bare arm. "I am sure that Cyborg is just being...well, I do not know what he is being, but he is not being very nice. He has no reason to say such things." Raven smiled slightly.
"Thanks, Starfire."
"We are all here if you need to talk to someone. Robin, myself, and Beast Boy. I will not recommend Cyborg, because I do not know if I will talk to him, either...He is indeed being a...what was it you and Beast Boy both called him?"
"Jackass."
"Yes." They sat there in silence for a few minutes.
"What does it feel like?" asked Starfire.
"What?"
"What does it feel like to cut yourself?"
"...It's just like any other cut, I guess. Except that you're doing it yourself for a better reason than it was just an accident or something. I get this feeling...this feeling that everything's going to be alright and that I am alive and not going through hell. I'm just in Purgatory."
"Purgatory?"
"Some people believe that when you die, you either go to Heaven or Hell. Purgatory is the place you go before you go to either."
"Oh. What is it like there?"
"...Gray. Heaven is traditionally white, and Hell is traditionally black, so Purgatory must be gray."
Another pause.
"What's Tamaran like?" And so, Starfire launched into a complicated history of her home planet.
.
.
.
It still hadn't stopped raining. For four days, it had been storming, and the rain gauge was beyond recognition. Nobody knew where Cyborg was, and that was just as he liked it. He sat in the rain and thought.
'What am I so mad about? Is it just the fact that she's hurting herself? I love her like a sister, and I don't want her to hurt herself, but I don't want to help her, either. I don't want anything to do with her.' He sighed and looked out at the bay, waves crashing on the shore of the island that Titans Tower rested on.
'She used to be...well, not happy, but at least she was stable. How long has she been cutting? How long has she been depressed like this?
'I didn't mean what I said this morning about her and Beast Boy sleeping together. I was just mad, I guess. I should probably tell them that, but I don't want anything to do with her, especially talking to her. She'll give me that "drop dead, fucker" look...'
.
.
.
Upon the arrival of lunchtime, Starfire left to find something to eat (Raven claimed she wasn't hungry and decided to meditate). She found Robin in the kitchen, also looking for something to eat.
"Is it ever going to stop raining?" asked Starfire. Robin shrugged.
"The weather guy says it's supposed to last for another week. Definitely not California weather...How's Raven?"
"She is feeling better, I think. She has stopped crying, at least."
"Good. Do we have any pizza left?"
[A/N: Sorry about the Stephen King stuff...I'm reading Carrie as I write this, so...pardon.
Thanks to the website recommendation from Da Mann, I surfed around on self- injury.net earlier today. I learned things I did not know before. For instance: Princess Diana (of Wales), Johnny Depp (CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean), Angelina Jolie (Lara Croft from Tomb Raider), and Christina Ricci (Wednesday from The Addams Family) all self-injure. I did not know this before. Interesting. Just thought I'd share.
Raven-Vegeta: Whatever blows your skirt up, hon.
Identity99: Beast Boy is from Earth. No joke. When he was little, he got a disease that only animals can survive, so his parents gave him animal DNA so that he could survive the illness. Then they died in some lab explosion or other. I am thinking of having something happen with the omnipresent storm soon, but Trigon can't attack outside of Raven's mind, because he is presumably in Azarath. Go figger. Terra must die. Terra is bitch.
byebyebb18: Thank you.
TsukasaSIGN: It should. I listen to Evanescence while I write. Mostly. Sometimes Jack Off Jill or Aerosmith. Mostly Evanescence, tho.
Big Mac: Thanks!
That's you?
Gothica13: Nope. I'm his lawyer.
KURAMA: I hereby demand a redress of my grievances, including full payment of the medical bill from when I fell from the ceiling fan and my boxers returned to me promptly.
Dammit.
KURAMA: What?
I kind of...sold the boxers.
KURAMA & Co.: WHAT?!?!
[Disclaimer: Stephen King once said that when you get smarter, you don't stop pulling the wings off flies; you just find better reasons for doing it. Same applies to disclaimers.]
Stephen King once said that when you get smarter, you don't stop pulling the wings off flies; you just find better reasons for doing it. Raven felt the same way. Not only that, but she was addicted to it. (No, you pinhead...not torturing insects. Cutting.)
She would be the one to pull off her own wings and sit there for a day or two, waiting for them to grow back, until she finally ran out of strength and bled to death. Pleasant thoughts we're thinking all alone here in our rooms, aren't we?
Raven was still curled up on her floor, though she had stopped crying. Someone knocked on her door. She didn't say anything.
"Raven? May I enter?" Starfire said. The door glowed black for a second and opened a little. "Thank you." The young Tamaranian closed the door behind her and stepped forward. She sat down in front of Raven.
"You...cut yourself again, I see," she said, looking at her friend's bare arm. "I am sure that Cyborg is just being...well, I do not know what he is being, but he is not being very nice. He has no reason to say such things." Raven smiled slightly.
"Thanks, Starfire."
"We are all here if you need to talk to someone. Robin, myself, and Beast Boy. I will not recommend Cyborg, because I do not know if I will talk to him, either...He is indeed being a...what was it you and Beast Boy both called him?"
"Jackass."
"Yes." They sat there in silence for a few minutes.
"What does it feel like?" asked Starfire.
"What?"
"What does it feel like to cut yourself?"
"...It's just like any other cut, I guess. Except that you're doing it yourself for a better reason than it was just an accident or something. I get this feeling...this feeling that everything's going to be alright and that I am alive and not going through hell. I'm just in Purgatory."
"Purgatory?"
"Some people believe that when you die, you either go to Heaven or Hell. Purgatory is the place you go before you go to either."
"Oh. What is it like there?"
"...Gray. Heaven is traditionally white, and Hell is traditionally black, so Purgatory must be gray."
Another pause.
"What's Tamaran like?" And so, Starfire launched into a complicated history of her home planet.
.
.
.
It still hadn't stopped raining. For four days, it had been storming, and the rain gauge was beyond recognition. Nobody knew where Cyborg was, and that was just as he liked it. He sat in the rain and thought.
'What am I so mad about? Is it just the fact that she's hurting herself? I love her like a sister, and I don't want her to hurt herself, but I don't want to help her, either. I don't want anything to do with her.' He sighed and looked out at the bay, waves crashing on the shore of the island that Titans Tower rested on.
'She used to be...well, not happy, but at least she was stable. How long has she been cutting? How long has she been depressed like this?
'I didn't mean what I said this morning about her and Beast Boy sleeping together. I was just mad, I guess. I should probably tell them that, but I don't want anything to do with her, especially talking to her. She'll give me that "drop dead, fucker" look...'
.
.
.
Upon the arrival of lunchtime, Starfire left to find something to eat (Raven claimed she wasn't hungry and decided to meditate). She found Robin in the kitchen, also looking for something to eat.
"Is it ever going to stop raining?" asked Starfire. Robin shrugged.
"The weather guy says it's supposed to last for another week. Definitely not California weather...How's Raven?"
"She is feeling better, I think. She has stopped crying, at least."
"Good. Do we have any pizza left?"
[A/N: Sorry about the Stephen King stuff...I'm reading Carrie as I write this, so...pardon.
Thanks to the website recommendation from Da Mann, I surfed around on self- injury.net earlier today. I learned things I did not know before. For instance: Princess Diana (of Wales), Johnny Depp (CAPTAIN Jack Sparrow from Pirates of the Caribbean), Angelina Jolie (Lara Croft from Tomb Raider), and Christina Ricci (Wednesday from The Addams Family) all self-injure. I did not know this before. Interesting. Just thought I'd share.
Raven-Vegeta: Whatever blows your skirt up, hon.
Identity99: Beast Boy is from Earth. No joke. When he was little, he got a disease that only animals can survive, so his parents gave him animal DNA so that he could survive the illness. Then they died in some lab explosion or other. I am thinking of having something happen with the omnipresent storm soon, but Trigon can't attack outside of Raven's mind, because he is presumably in Azarath. Go figger. Terra must die. Terra is bitch.
byebyebb18: Thank you.
TsukasaSIGN: It should. I listen to Evanescence while I write. Mostly. Sometimes Jack Off Jill or Aerosmith. Mostly Evanescence, tho.
Big Mac: Thanks!