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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 22:19:37 GMT -5
Vudu looked back at him and rolled her eyes. "Ah, you're one of those people.." She sighed and sat down. "Fine."
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 22:24:02 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldGilbert looked over at Vudu with a gaping mouth for a moment before he snapped it closed and demanded in annoyance, "What to you mean by 'one of those people'?!" He demanded loudly, gritting his teeth and growling a bit. Due to his current headaches and mood, he was a bit testier than usual today. "I'm too awsome to be compared with 'those people' who ever the h-ell they are!" Gilbert shouted like the child that he was often compared tooIt was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 22:29:03 GMT -5
Vudu looked away and smiled a bit. "Whatever.."
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 22:31:51 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldGilbert looked at Vudu for a long moment before he choked out, "D-dam-itt what are you smiling about!" He shouted, trembling slightly. Sometimes people could really annoy him, but he couldn't remember the last time he'd been so angry... Oh wait, yes he did. When he first met Roderich. But that was because Roderich was a stuck up priss most of the time. This girl... Vudu, she was diffrent. She acted like she knew things Gilbert ddn't want her to know. And he hated that. Gilbert half sat, half fell into a slumped sitting position, supporting himself with his arms and glaring at nothing in particular. It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 22:37:47 GMT -5
Vudu looked back at him and giggled quietly. "Just.. smiling. Is that such a bad thing?" She asked.
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 22:42:07 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldGilbert was quiet for a moment before he broke out laughing in realization, "Ah, ah! I see! No that's cool, have fun with yourself, see what I care! Ahaha!" He laughed in a mix if relief, laying back on his back and smiling to himself. Yeah, so I wasn't wrong... I'm still awsome, he chuckled to himself.It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 22:44:40 GMT -5
Vudu stared at him and blinked. "Hm? What are you laughing for?"
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 22:51:26 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldGilbert didn't bother sitting up, but did turn his head to look at the girl, that grin plastered on his face again, "no reason." He replied simply, still quite relieved It was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 22:54:04 GMT -5
Vudu stood up and walked over to him, placing a claw on his forehead. "You seem like you figured something out.. how come?"
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 23:01:41 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldDespite his earlier attitude, Gilbert didn't mind at all when Vudu approached him and placed a claw on his forehead, he simply grinned and said, "I found out I'm still awsome, what's there else to know?" He asked in amusment. Is she hadn't realized, then he was still awsome! Roderich just had a stick up his a-- like he always did, he didn't know what he was talknig about, saying he wasn't awsome and obviously lied about how he felt. The idiot. Gilbert almost laughed at the thoughtIt was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 23:03:24 GMT -5
Vudu blinked, then giggled. "Ahh, I see.." She pushed herself back and stretched a bit.
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 23:09:02 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldGilbert grinning to himself and tied his paws behind his head, relaxing again, once again satisfied. And hey, his pains had even gone away! Maybe he wasn't getting sick after allIt was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 23:12:47 GMT -5
Vudu watched him for awhile, soon leaning her head on a paw.
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Post by Osterreich on May 1, 2010 23:20:43 GMT -5
Deception.... Disgrace; Evil as plain as the scar on his faceDeception (An outrage!) Disgrace (For shame!) He asked for trouble the moment he came Deception (An outrage!) (Just leave us alone!) Disgrace (For shame!) (Traitor, go back with your own!) He asked for trouble the moment he came...G I L B E R T Beilschmidt "I'm awesome!" It hurts to love someone and not be loved in return, But what is the most painful is to love someone and never find the courage To let the person know how you feelI used to rule the world, seas would rise when I gave the word; now in the morning I sleep alone, sweep the streets I used to own. I used to roll the dice, feel the fear in my enemy's eyes; listen as the crowd would sing: "Now the old king is dead! Long live the king!" One minute I held the key, next the walls were closed on me; and I discovered that my castles stand upon pillars of salt and pillars of sand. I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield. my missionaries in a foreign field. For some reason I can't explain once you go there was never, never an honest word; and that was when I ruled the worldGilbert looked up at teh sky for a moment before he shut his eyes and complained loudly, "Ahh, it's too quiet for my awsome!" He said, though his statement completely contridicted his 'Its awsome to be alone' thingIt was the wicked and wild wind, blew down the doors to let me in. Shattered windows and the sound of drums, people couldn't believe what I'd become. Revolutionaries wait for my head on a silver plate; just a puppet on a lonely string, oh who would ever want to be king? I hear Jerusalem bells are ringing, Roman Cavalry choirs are singing; Be my mirror, my sword and shield, my missionaries in a foreign field For some reason I can't explain, I know Saint Peter won't call my name; never an honest word, but that was when I ruled the worldBorn in grief, raised in hate; helpless to defy his fate Let him run, let him live, but do not forget What we cannot forgive And he is not one of us, he has never been one of us He is not part of us, not our kind Someone once lied to us, now we're not so blind For we knew he would do what he's done And we know that he'll never be one of us
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Post by x [Shakes] x on May 1, 2010 23:23:22 GMT -5
Vudu smiled. "Really? But you said being alone was so fun."
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