[Tabarnac's Scrapbook] Strangers with candy.

[Caelum]

Bwaha.

[Tabarnac]

Lars, stop jerking H off on my scrapbook. Use your own! This is the shrine to me. Also, I'm going to cross-post this in a couple of places, but I am leaving in the morning to visit friends up North. There will be snow and Magic Hat. I will attempt to coerce another talented friend into coming to play with us, because you all like the people I coerce into playing here better than you like me. *eyes Katie* I'll be back on Sunday. Don't burn down Denval or I will kill all your characters. No joke.

[Caelum]

Stop looking at me like that. You're nicer. And prettier. Now remember I said that. *goes to burn down Denval* Bring Carly to game! Yes! I support this decision.

[Talen Stirling]

Don't worry Dani, you'll always be my first... Mod. *scurries off to put out the fire* Oh, and bring more of your mysterious friends Dani. We like 'em.

[Tabarnac]

I have returned and Carly should be joining us once she recovers from my visit. I had to go to Magic Hat by my lonesome so she could sleep. Which is weird because I'm usually the one sleeping in... Anyway, let me know if I missed any emergencies.

[Kendall Saarinen]

Forgive me... I could not resist... Vampire Hadrian... You finally took him to the dark side. *watches as Kendall attempts to kill the chick in the back*

[Tabarnac]

a) That is awesome; b) I miss when he wasn't famous and I didn't look like a douchebag for using a movie star; c) Wow, he snagged Number 6? In what movie? That's hot.

[Kendall Saarinen]

Yeah, I just use Mitch Hewer who is never in anything, nbd. Just kidding At least you can get new pictures of your model! The movie Nicholas Hoult is going to be in is called "Warm Bodies". It is actually about zombies, not vampires. Lizzy Caplan (Janice from Mean Girls) is going to be in it too.

[Tabarnac]

Love, love Lizzy Caplan. She makes a pretty blonde, too. --- When you said you loved me, did you really love me? Or did the words just spill out like drool on my pillow? Because I was naked when you said those words But I felt covered in your whispered worship And as you passed out fast on my shoulder I imagined a child Waiting so sad and still for his mom to arrive Did she leave you an orphan In that big brown leather chair? Said, "Don't you move a muscle, kid I'll be back in twenty years" You were scared, you were lonely But you must've been aware Life is a series of callouses, this is just another layer So build them up, tough it out, yeah, that's your skin Don't let anyone under there When you said you needed me, did you really need me? Or was it just someone? Oh, you'd take anything Am I first on that list of yours, or am I second, or third? So who's that ahead of me, some harlot from Pittsburgh? Or Detroit, Santa Fe, or San Diego? I know you're so alone But how much affection does one guy really need? Did you date a lot in high school? Were you always chasing girls? Couldn't you find some young valentine To steal your heart for good? Were you content, or contemptible? Are your memories pleasant? Or is it a string of endless flings of bitter resentment? Seems that what you want and what you need doesn't mean a thing We're just here for the taking When you said you'd hurt me, did you think you hurt me? Are you really that cocky? Oh, what a heartbreaker! Well, I've got my armor, yeah, I've been through some battles before And I met your old girlfriend, she said, "Baby, don't bother" She told me you told her you'd hurt her Funny, how familiar So how much of this relationship was rehearsed? Did you act out as a child? Were you always crying wolf? Attention starved, you tried too hard Just to get someone to look Now you're the wolf in second-hand clothing I'm the sheep in a pleated skirt It's an awkward form of payback But if it works for you it works It's that I recognize your off-white lies Still, I lie beside you, and that's what really hurts When you said you'd leave me, well, why haven't you left me? What are we still doing here, so desperate for company? There's a Greyhound on Jackson Street There's an airport in Council Bluffs Hell, there's a car in the driveway; fifty ways to get lost But as I hold you and listen to you sleeping I'm starting to wonder if you really believe That you'd ever really leave Would you leave me an orphan In that big brown leather chair? The one you've lugged around from town to town For all these years It's the trophy of your childhood Like a shark's tooth or gator skin boots But this one holds you prisoner; it holds me prisoner too What we need to set us free is to let go of each other Let go of everything When I said I loved you, it was because I loved you When I said I needed you, well, I really need you Yeah, I guess you hurt me For once you're a man of your words Well, guess what? I'm leaving I can't be your prisoner I won't -the good life, inmates

[Kendall Saarinen]

I watched Centurion today and when they talked about fighing for Emperor Hadrian my inner Kendall smiled.