thatlibbychick | Entries tagged with thinking of hurley

Honestly, if I had to pick, I think I liked being a cheerleader better than whatever came over me this time.

I'm just going to apologize for my behavior in general. I'm not being specific, because I'm not too sorry about what I said to a select few of you. To the aforementioned, I'm only sorry that I couldn't have said it more articulately. Let''s see if I can do so now:

Ethan, you are a jackass. Plain and simple.

West, you weren't even affected by this flood when you said what you did. I'd expect that kind of thing from Ethan, but from you...well, I thought you were better than that.

And I guess I was wrong...I will be specific in this one case. Harvey, I am unbelievably sorry for what I said--and sang--to you.

Current Mood: irritated

wher is Ethan's room

anyone knowe?

bcsause he has a punch to the theroat coming

Current Mood: drunken rage

Maybe I was wrong when I woke up dead here.

Maybe this place actually is hell.

That's the only reason I can see for why this is happening. I'd deserve it, too. How many years have I been trying to be better than what I come from? How long can I pretend to be something I'm not, as if someday it will suddenly be true?

You made me want to be better. Better than I had been striving to be before I first saw you, even. Now you're gone, and I can't lie to myself anymore. I was only able to save you because I didn't get to stay long enough afterward to damage you.

Now I can't lie, even if I want to. Is that it, then? Am I supposed to just accept what my family was always destined to make me?

Fine.

I'm so sorry.

I still love you.

Well, that was...something.

I'm not entirely sure of everything that's happened since I left Angel's room, but I think that's because I don't want to remember. I know that my scalp is sore, and I think some hair got torn out somehow. My fist is sore too ~~so I think I may have kicked someone's ass, and if it's who I think it is, I don't regret it~~.

If I remember correctly, I may have tried to...insult one of you...by telling you that you have a "fat ass." If that's true then I wish to apologize profusely to whoever the comment was directed towards. I would never use that as an insult, so I'm not sure why I remember saying it. It's okay if you have a prominent rear end; nobody has a perfect body, and I didn't mean to judge you! You might not even really have one! I feel horrible for saying such a thing...~~because I can picture someone saying that to Hurley and watching his face fall and ugh, I miss him~~ ~~so much...~~

...

Do any of you know a woman named "Juliet?" I sure as hell don't, and it's beginning to concern me.

((OOC: Libby went storming down to Level 2, to her room. Upon getting there, the '80s flood wore off and she realized that she forgot her pack upstairs. She is now back on Level 3, and is unknowingly under the "Can only respond to questions with the truth" flood.))

Current Mood: embarrassed

It seems that certain food items are already in short supply. The question is, can everyone manage to just take what they need, or do we need someone in charge of food distribution?

If anyone wants to volunteer, that would be wonderful. I've apparently become barge psychologist (and possibly part-time EMT if I end up helping to draw blood), so I have my hands a little full with that. Besides, I've already had to deal with a situation like this back where I come from, and things got out of hand fast. I don't want to find myself having to talk anyone down from suicide here, alright?

((OOC: Libby is a bit of a hypocrite and has stashed a small amount of chocolate in her room.
...and a container of ranch dressing. If you don't get why, don't bother asking. It wouldn't make sense.))

Current Mood: exasperated

Admiral...

Is there any way I can get a photograph of someone I used to know, from when I was still alive?

His name is Hugo Reyes.

Current Mood: hopeful

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You want to change?

Then change.

Entries tagged with thinking of hurley

013 // yet more apologies

012 // Libby makes a drunken post!

011 // on being forced to tell the truth, and going absolutely batshit

010 // can you get a hangover from cheerleading? (strikes readable with a little effort)

007 // Not this again...

005 // Letter to the Admiral (private to him, hackable if your character is good at that)

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