Title: BEZ'S MAILBOX
Jacob Vance - February 9, 2012 08:11 PM (GMT)
Margot Droope - February 14, 2012 06:53 AM (GMT)
Antares Lestrange - February 14, 2012 08:29 PM (GMT)
DEAR BEZ,
instead of writing anything gushy, i hereby provide you with a trip down MEMORY LANE. and before you kill me for this, i will add that i have other excerpts of MUCH MORE VULGAR nature. but yes. BEHOLD.
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Bez's steps echoed hollowly as she was led down the corridor, hands cuffed in front and chains dragging with her feet. Even with the restraint mask up, the strange pastel quality of her face could be seen, heavily smeared with paint. This was complemented by the fact that her hair was currently rendered orange and frizzy, curling out wildly in all directions. The ensemble was completed by her frilly clown costume, which she wore proudly despite its sooty condition. A new and untarnished name tag was pinned near her shoulder, the neat inscription reading "E.R.M - Nickname: Em."
E.R.M wrinkled her nose - a difficult feat with her red clown nose compressed under the visor - and peered sullenly around at the whitewashed walls. This place was too pristine for her, too immaculate and orderly, right down to the exactly uniform tiles at her feet. She had known this would be the case the moment her eyes alighted on the polished exterior of the building, with its trimmed bushes, clean walkways, and scrubbed "ECHO ASYLUM" sign. From her first day she had struggled with the staff, and became more violent yet when they tried to remove her costume - so much so that the exasperated administrator concluded to let her wear her chosen outfit for a few days first, to allow for a more peaceful adaptation.
This was one of the first days she'd been let out of solitary confinement. From her therapist's terse words, she gathered that she was going to participate in some sort of group treatment exercise, much to her ire.
A door swung open to her left, and she was led inside. The room was painted ridiculously bright colors, which Bez eyed suspiciously as she was made to sit down on one of the plump couches. |
LOVE,
LACY
Foras Rosier - February 14, 2012 08:59 PM (GMT)
Lucy Agrippa - February 15, 2012 12:07 AM (GMT)
BEZZZZZ!!!
LOVE ME (AKA EMILY <3) Lisette Scamander - February 15, 2012 04:20 AM (GMT)
BEZyour writing has inspired and impressed me ever since
we first met. you write and create incredibly beautiful
and fascinating characters and plots. it is such a
pleasure and honour to get to write and talk with you.
i respect and love you very much, and hope we can see
more of each other soon!
happy valentines!
love
coraxo
Damocles Belby - February 15, 2012 04:42 AM (GMT)
Dai Llewellyn - February 15, 2012 05:29 AM (GMT)
BEZZZZZi would slay dragons for you
or with you, i'm really not fussed.
you are one of the most
FANTASTIC people around, hands down. i admire your writing more than i can put into words, and your characters never fall short of
PERFECTION or fail to
AMAZE me with their
BEAUTY.
you are a straight up
bro, and
ily like ily sloths
which, just tbc, is a lot
HAPPY VALENTINES DAY, LOVE ALI Augusta Selwyn - February 15, 2012 05:32 AM (GMT)
Otis Bagman - February 15, 2012 06:24 AM (GMT)
Morven Flint - February 15, 2012 09:49 PM (GMT)
Miriam Strout - February 19, 2012 02:36 AM (GMT)
Oh my god, it's Bez. I love her so much. I don't know what to say. Freezing up. Freezing up. Fuck. I'm sorry I'm late to class, professor. I was too nervous to work up the courage to ask you to let me have your children Or vice versa.
UNF. Be still my heart! Professor Plum: I'm sorry, Liberty. I'm going to have to fail you for this semester due to your trollful performance in this class.
Liberty: But ... But Professor, I thought I was acing it ...
Professor Plum: Unfortunately not. You show very little grasp of the English language or any language at all in your writing.
Liberty: jpfjpsajofjpadeaf
Professor Plum: Exactly.
Liberty: Is there anything I can do to raise my grade?
Professor Plum: Unfortunately not.
Liberty: Are you absolutely certain? I would do anything. 
Professor Plum: Yes. Please exit from my office and take your whore-ish body with you. 
Liberty: v_v
That's what the bitch gets for being so late giving her valentine. Now must shower you with creepy love.
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Ahem. Dear Bez/Bex/Bezekah ... Forgive me this transgression.
However, I will always love you. I have this weird fascination with your characters and I always have and I'm just so glad I finally wheedled myself into a thread with you when I stole Zamira's open thread. For some reason, we had plotted at some point I think, but we never really made something substantial of it. Regardless, reading your replies make me feel warm and fuzzy inside and I will just stalk you now. Watch the online users list. I will be there. And I will be in your threads. Mwahahahha.
You crack me up in thread and out and I just want to watch cbox go by with my eyes glazed over in admiration. I will never leave chime because there is just so much to be taken in by as soon as one clicks onto the board, and you are part of the reason why~ Pretty sure chime has the best staff ever. I ADORE YOU. And now I will never let a time go by where we are without a thread. Sorry.
Happy ^belated Valentine's Day, Bez! <3
much love,
Liberty 
