Recent content by Brad Mage

*He walks to the boards, an unhappy, angery look in his eyes. He rips down each of his notes, then turns and walks away.*

*The parchment appears to have been ripped down*

*snickers* If people around her are becoming pop stars, I get to be the press! wOOt! *snags all the dirty pictures she can*

*The parchment appears to have been ripped down*

*The parchment appears to have been ripped down*

*The parchment appears to have been ripped down*

*Tacked to the board with a bone, dripping in blood. This note sits.* I love you I hate you I want to hold you I want to Kill you Bury me Murder me Love me No more ....... me

Down I go again Down the path I fear to tread Down onto that shadowy path Down into the darkness of my mind Down to that pit of despair Down so deep no one will care Down where all thoughts of her Down my now before I kill you too Drowning slowly in the hate Drowning slowly I will wait Drowning...

He seems to have been thinking long and hard, sitting at a table as people pass him by. After awhile, he carefully tacks this poem up. Softly whispers the night of tales that make most scream in fright but in those tales I see that somehow I find the nights hold something perfect for me You...

*Having found his way back, and discovered a portal between both the Rotunda and the Crossroads, Brad walks with a bag of stuff, heading back to where he is staying currently. He passes the message boards on his way and pauses, reading. He blinks a bit, then after a moment, shakily writes his...

*he stops, reads, then nods to himself with a sigh. SHe was going to push him away...like they always did....parents...teachers...who wants to be around clumsy old Brad anyways. He looks at his hands, then closes his eyes. Once she did what she wanst he will turn aounf and do what he knows is...

And I'll trade you some cool for that heat! It's FREEZING here!

Your saterday is my friday right?? *blinks and does a time check* Ok..He'll be there. Not sure in what condition since he'll have five days to mull this over...but hey. :)

*he came back to look, one more time before he left He saw her note, read her words, then presses a shaking hand to the paper, touching it just once. He then looks around for something to write with, sighing when he sees nothing. After a moment he sighs and uses what he's got, pricking his own...

*He shoulders his pack a bit, determined to buy a few supplies from BG for the road before attempting the reverse his own spell. Inwardly he prayed the spell would fail, that the back lash of the spell would rip him in two....fitting really since he already felt that way. He pauses at the cork...