-Pity Party Time!- [We have brains. x3]

[Kaine McAllister]

<sub>Kaine was adjusting the cuff of his turquoise shirt. It had been a long day. He'd been jumping between a few boards and disappearing in and out from the site whenever a higher authority demanded it be so; often the effects lingered. Once or twice he could swear he bled from the ears, especially around the time the C-box became flooded with the suggestions of "Now You're a Man." For some reason, a higher being commanded that he listen as well, and for an upstanding gentlemen such as himself, it was demeaning, crude and...well. If he could reach out and strangle the being that commanded his every whim, he would have. Somehow, having that song repeated in your head for hours on end could do damage to the mind.

A disgruntled sigh escaped from him before he climbed up a ladder, placing a roll of tape in his mouth and holding tight to a black streamer.

"I don't know why," he growled, "but for some reason, I just have the unfathomable urge to tape down this stupid thing, and.." He paused, slapped the soft streamer that twisted across the lit room against the wall and groaned. This was the work of that higher power again, forcing him to do things he didn't quite comprehend. Black and grey balloons were spread out everywhere, and other streamers criss-crossed across the ceiling, twisting and turning in fashionable, organized methods.

And there was the proof. He was suddenly poofed in front a display table with a full buffet. Hadn't he just been placing up a streamer? The food looked good, but what was with all the sweet, fattening ice cream and cake? He looked down and groaned again, realizing that his fingers were wrapped around something that he hadn't been holding before. He lowered his head in defeat, gritting his teeth together.

"Pity...god..dang..party..hall..open..for..anybody.." A pause. He shrugged his shoulders. "God...why?"</sub>

[jacolyn]

Dressed in the most girly of girliness’ clothing consisting of a very bright, and vibrant shade of pink hell could conjure at the last second, covered by a bright gold, see-through sweater that really shouldn’t be a sweater, because of it’s thinness. Her pink shirt trailed behind her as she entered the party—wait a second, party? Wasn’t she just in the board with the grass… and that man? Who was that man anyways? Something told Jacolyn that that man was some sort of creepy stalker, but, something else told her to say otherwise. And when in hell did Jacolyn become Miss. Bliss, skipping around with her overly protective Scyther as her knight in shining armor? WhenEVER did this happen? Was she secretly injected with a drug that suddenly made her wake-up and go, “Good morning sunshine! The earth says, hello!” No, what the hell was going on here? And this girl wanted some answers.

The blond strolled right on in, not even waiting for anyone to say anything, “What? Where am I?” She questioned, her cobalt hues searching the room around her. It was decorated as a party, streamers, banners, the whole lots, but what was this party for exactly? The girl puckered her lips and cocked her head to the side, “What’s going on?” Suddenly the girl stood straight, her eyes darting from either side of her; she knew what was going on, and she softly announced, “Oh, that scary person is controlling me again. I seriously need to get some help, I’m going crazy.”

Jacolyn calmed herself and made her way to the refreshments, but as she saw instead of punch all this fattening food, the girl sweat dropped and sighed. “Why…does this look so appetizing..?” Jacolyn stared at the food before her with a sudden urge to eat everything, but she only grabbed what she could and stuffed it in her mouth. “Oh man, it tastes so good, and-and I feel… I feel horrible! I feel as if everyone hates… I feel so bad, oh man, why?” The girl sniffed, trying to hold back her tears and a sob, what was going on? She was happy just a second ago, why was she now about to cry a river?

“Oh man, I really am going crazy,” Jacolyn said, but it sounded nothing like she wanted it to sound like since she was stuffing her face with cake and ice cream.

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[kero]

Kero walked into the door, not through it but into it. She was in a depressed funk and nothing was bringing her out of it. She had tried killing people, swearing in the C-box, singing copious amounts of porno songs and daydreaming about Devin's naked body. It was so unfair, why did Devin have to leave right before she got laid again!

"It's so frustrating!" Kero yelled out as she finally managed to make it through the doors. Noticing the decorations, Kero's eyes bugged out. Everything was black and silver and it reminded her of Devin. Tears welled up in her eyes. She missed him so much and it had only been a few hours since he had posted

"How could he leave when I was just about to get laid again? Stupid lions! Who in their right minds would let wild lions loose in a bar?" Kero ranted as she walked over to the table where a man in a turquoise shirt was standing by a buffet table clutching something strange in his hands.

"So why is this place decorated, am I intruding on a funeral?" Kero asked as she approached the white-haired man.

Suddenly she spied Ben and Jerry's Chunky Munky Ice Cream on the table. Ignoring any common courtesy she dove for it. She couldn't help it, Chunky Munky was irresistible. Facing the container over a spoon, she mourned.

"I'm sorry Chunky Munky, but you have nothing on sex with Devin. I didn't mean to forsake you but I cant help it. Devin is like heroin, one hit and I'm addicted. It's crazy you know? And now he's busy catching escaped lions at the bar where he works. I can understand needing his pokemon there, but why force a blind man to catch lions? He could get hurt or worse, the lions could kill him! It's so horrible, I wish he was here with me instead." She cried out, letting tears roll down her cheeks before she stuffed the ice cream into her waiting mouth.

[pendragon]

A petite silhouette slipped easily through the entrance to the pity party she so doubtfully agreed to attend. And the more she thought about it the more she began to ponder just why she had decided to join along in this ploy to lighten the spirits of those that thought self pity was necessary. Was there really a reason as to why people were attending? Oh yeah, self pity.

Fixing her black skirt, Samantha searched around the party hall--the theme was in fact--pity! Shocker, shocker, she thought to herself as she sauntered around the seemingly dimly lit room. It wasn't even that the lights were dimmed. It was the fact and Grey and black balloons outlined the room. Streamers of the same theme, too, outlined the room giving it a dark feel and aura.

Sam, in fact, didn't mind this. She'd been spilling her sob story to a long lost friend at a board and decided it be a good time to actually wallow in her self pity that she wasn't too keen on hiding. In fact, she let everyone know just how disgruntled she'd become due to her miserable past filled with complete and utter strife at all times.

"...Am I in hell yet?" she questioned to no one in particular but wished to get some form of response. Because, well, come on! Wouldn't you want to know if you had been sentenced to a life time in the fiery pits everyone fears due to their sins?

Ambling over towards a chair, Sam smoothed her rather short black skirt that emanated the feel of the room and sat down. Almost involuntarily, Sam's lips tugged in the wrong direction forming a grimace.

"Everyone pity me!" she gawked, sourly.

[Kaine McAllister]

<sub>"Oh yes," Kaine said, lips twitching in slight amusement, slight disgust. "Feel..free...everybody..to stuff your face..get fat..and cry your eyes out." Another groan ripped from his throat. His hand clenched around the item he held. It was a rolled up piece of paper that seemed to have no purpose yet, though he had a wild guess about what it was for. Very slowly, he lowered his arms to either side of his body.

It should have been a funeral. He hated the colors, he hated the party, he hated everything about it. "It ought to be a funeral," he said calmly, trying to regain composure. "I.." He choked on his words. "Oh god."

And then it came out. Word vomit. "Feel absolutely free to push all your troubles on me. I'm throwing this party for you! Today's theme?" He pointed over into the corner where a layer of grey dry ice fog floated up over a stage and hovered in the air, confetti bursting out of the floorboards and floating through the air. A dozen lights lit up across the black wall behind it and made him subconciously do an eyetwitch beneath his visor. Nonetheless, the words poured from his mouth.

"You guessed it! Woe Is Me! We have any takers for the stage? C'mon ladies and gents, this show doesn't run itself! We're here to confess, confess, confess. I'll be your honarary reverend for the day! C'mon ladies and gentlemen, the lines going fast and we ain't gettin' any younger out here."

By the time the word vomit was out he had gone straight over to the closest wall and promptly banged his head into it. "This. Cannot. Be. Happening. To. Me." Each word had its own hard thunk, and to his dismay, nothing changed. And without even thinking about it, he pointed again, grinning from ear to ear. "C'mon, c'mon! Don't be shy!"</sub>

[jacolyn]

((See children, Jacolyn is the perfect example of what pity can do to you, and when you're really, really nice. SO GROW SOME BALLS!))

Jacolyn nearly hurled with all the food she had stuffed in her mouth, the sweet array of marble cake, double-double choco-chip ice-cream, and…what was that? Tea? Where the hell did the tea come from? Just then, the blond dropped her gaze, her right hand holding the culprit. It was a mug, with fresh brewed tea instead of coffee, the fumes tickled her nose, which made her cough up most the food caught in her mouth. The woman, clutched her sides, causing her to drop the mug, it crashing on the floor, the hot liquid spreading across her shoes, seeping through the leather and soiling her socks. The girl yelped and held the sides of her head with each hand, and stared blindly ahead, her eyes wide like saucers, “I hear the voices! They’re coming for me! What have I done—no, no, what has that THING done? Th-that THING that VOICE that, sudden urge to make me want to eat everything, and that sudden urge that makes me want to- to- to…”

Jacolyn began to stutter because a sob was forcing its way up her throat and out her mouth, and once it hit outside, she wailed, tears pouring down her cheeks, her eyes still wide. She didn’t even blink, there definitely was something wrong here. The teen turned, pulling on her golden locks, but as her cobalt hues met the man so familiar with his tall physique and white hair, the girl immediately gained another river of tears. “Mr. KAAAAAAAAAINE!” She yelled, sprinting to the man and gripping his vest, “Why? Why do you hate me?!” Jacolyn stated in a whisper, yet her voice cracked from her sobbing and her nose being stuffed.

“You hate me; you hate me; you hate me!” With every ‘you-hate-me’ the girl pounded her fist into the man’s vest. Just then, Jacolyn realized what she was doing and she immediately stepped away, her eyes darting from side to side. “Oh, no, the voices—they made me do that, I’m not crazy!” Jacolyn yelled, stomping her feet like a child and jerking her index finger a silver-balloon’s way, “YOU! Stop looking at me like I’m crazy! I’m not crazy! I’m NOT!”

Jacolyn pounced from her distance, which was quite impressive seeing how the balloon was on the opposite side of the room, and grabbed the ball of air in a giant hug. The girl squeezed as hard as she could, but the stupid balloon wouldn’t pop. “Why. Won’t. You. Die. Mr. balloon?” Jacolyn cocked her head, her left eye twitching, and her jaw slightly ajar.

“No, no, no, you’re not the only one; you’re not the only one!” Jacolyn hissed, tossing the balloon at the table, but it only hit a the tie that held down twenty more balloons. When the tie magically was covered in a cloud of pink glitter and began to untie itself, Jacolyn only stared, her right eye this time twitching. Next thing she knew twenty-one balloons rained down on her in all things pity.

“I’m not crazy!” Jacolyn screamed before she was engulfed in a storm of balloons.

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[kero]

Ignoring the girl being attacked by the strange cloud of balloons, Kero took to the stage, pity and ranting were her specialty so how could she pass up the chance to use both at the same time?

"Hi everyone, I'm Kerowyn Milana Illiyara. I used to hate that name, but now I love it because Devin my shiny new boytoy thinks it's sexy. And that's what brings me here today. Devin." At this Kero paused and held up a life-sized poster of Devin she had rolled up in her back pocket

" As you can see he is oh so beautiful, but that is part of the problem. Every time I go out with him men and women flock around him, trying to flirt with him. Hello am I invisible or something? I'm hanging off his arm like there is no tomorrow and yet they are completely ignoring me. I mean its not like you can miss the GIANT hickey he left on my neck." Kero pulled down the collar of her shirt, revealing the huge purplish mark on her neck.

"I can't believe he gave me an hickey and laughed it off!! I got so much shit at work for it. Somebody even told me I could give Asha a run for her money. I am not a whore, that's Mizu-chan and Asha's job. Then I got back to my apartment and found out that some bitch keyed the word WHORE on my bedroom door. Dumb fuckers!" Kero carefully tucked the poster back into her pocket, afraid that she might rip it in her rage.

"ARGH! Then after I had sex with Devin all of the sudden I heard a random voice ask me if I had used protection. I DIDN'T!!! So now I might be pregnant!! I'm only 19!! As much as I want little Devin's running around, I'M TOO YOUNG!" With that, Kero began to sob uncontrollably and collapsed on the floor curled in a fetal ball. Mumbling quietly she began to suck her thumb. If you listened close you would hear her say the words 'I'm not ready to be a mommy.' Over and over.

[Kaine McAllister]

<sub>Kaine stood stark still in the center of the room while Jacolyn beat on him. His grin was still there, his relaxed shoulders, snazzy posture, finger pointing towards the stage-everything was still good. He simply had a blue eyed, blonde haired midget beating on his chest. You’d think he was a rock from the way he didn’t say or do ANYTHING either.

And then like magic, he came to life and turned away from the rest of the people in the room.

“And that, kids, is why we don’t do drugs, or sniff markers.” He cleared his throat and began in a much more serious voice, completely calm and growing intensity as he continued, “This site and its affiliations do not condone behaviorisms associated with otherwise questionable or insane acts of violence. Furthermore, this man is not liable for respective characters and what transpires during said party becauseofmagicalwaiverformsthathaveexcusedhimofalllawsuitsandorcomplaints. Littlechildrenshouldnotviewthismaterial.” Still grinning, he paused and took a deep breath before beginning again. “Warning. Side effects of pity parties include depression, stomach sickness, cryinginsanityhumiliationdegradationconfusionhilarityspontaneityfaintingovereatinginsomniaandmuchmuchworse.”

He smiled. “These are trained professionals kids. Don’t try this at home.”

And just like that he whirled on his feet and applauded the leading lady. “Yes! Our first volunteer of the evening! Everybody pay attention.” And then in a very serious undertone he added, “What You Hear Tonight Could Save Your Life.” A laugh tore from his throat. “No really. Let’s watch the fun.”

And the Ranger swiftly turned around, visor glistening as light poured off of the stage and the ceiling. “Oooo, tough luck there. A hickey you say? No protection?” He shook his head and hissed between his teeth. “Not good! Not good! Talk about teen angst! And so young!” The word vomit was still coming out of his mouth, matching the wild, often enunciated movements that had to do with pointing and waving his hands through the air. If his pride wasn’t weighing so heavily on his mind, he might have cried from the unfairness of it all. That, or he might have burst into a blinding rage and murdered every living thing that came in contact with him. Oh, the things he would do if this dimension were entirely controlled by him.

“Talk about bein’ a mommy! You’re bawling like a baby yourself! So what is it, a boy, a girl? Think fast now! Who knows how soon it’ll be coming!” He cleared his throat and shook his head. “Whose next for the Sob Story Stage? C’mon, c’mon! Time’s a wastin’! We ain’t got all night and I ain’t done criticizing!” He paused, turned to look over his shoulder and flashed a wicked grin. “For those of you that are already present, stick around. If you aren’t already choking on your own laughter, we ain’t doin’ our jobs right!”</sub>

[mitsy]

Mitsy was a person who played by the rules. When a droning monotone voice dully and rapidly proclaimed that this was not a place for children she usually wouldn't attend. It was only polite, and it was, clearly, The Right Thing To Do.

However, some sad machoistic higher power decided to snap her back into existance at this very point in time because of that very fact. Couldn't she read? Did she have a natural deficiency in moral fibre, or was she just hell-bent on making her life a misery? When Mitsy had been unconsciously wavered into a semi-existance during a dozy maths class, the horror of being forced to watch on as the higher being struggled with such simple mathematical problems made her want to curl up in a little ball and cry.

And now she was, sitting cross-legged on the table between copious amounts of white chocolate mud cake, simultaneously sobbing and half-choking on the sickeningly rich foodstuffs. Why have I been spirited into such a ridiculous position? whispered a tiny, sane voice in the corner of her mind. A mother of a sob welling in her throat, Mitsy gasped around a huge bite of cake to bellow "I DON'T KNOOOOOOW!!", before collapsing into a defeated and pathetic huddle on a soft and squidgy pie.

Rascus, however, was completely oblivious to the screams and pain surrounding him and was happily gorging himself on a tub of ice-cream in the middle of all the mayhem. Obviously this higher being had a taste for sadistic irony.

Hiccupping now, Mitsy slowly and mournfully extricated herself from the pie, her grey dress (?!?!?!?!?!) now dripping with strawberry filling on one side and her hair was a gelatinous and tasty mess. Shakily dismounting from the table, she moved to the center of the room where Rascus was happily and obliviously feasting and collapsed to her knees beside it. Tears welled in her eyes yet again, and she threw her head back and howled.

The Turtwig temporarily stopped eating for a minute and turned his head around to look oddly at his master, who was grovelling pitifully on the floor and babbling on about quadratic equations and its relation with the square root of negative one. He took a step over and regarded her warily, then took a cautious sniff.

"Pie!" he crowed, and started gnawing her hair.

[Skie Loon]

Chipper. That could describe the young girl and how she looked very well. Just plain, freaking chipper. She even had the little spring to her step and she marched through the halls. Something told her to go this way, though she wasn’t quite sure what it was. She just felt that heading in this direction was important.

If only she knew where she was really headed. A party for the depressed.

Which was something she was definitely not feeling at the moment.

She whistled a happy tune, very akin to Benny Hill, as she skipped down the hall, and finally came across the room she’d been looking for. Without so much as a glance towards the other occupants, she basically floated across the floor to the buffet table that was packed so high with everything she adored, from cake to ice cream. She cut herself a piece of the cake and put it on a plate before pausing and glancing around at the room, actually looking around and seeing its occupants.

She was silent for a moment, but felt she was expected to say something. Everyone else was either talking, laughing, crying, or yelling, so why not?

“Uh…Hi everyone. I’m just here for the cake,” she said simply, then ate the large piece in two chomps. She looked back at the table, all too intent on getting herself another piece of that cake.

…Good Lord, was that…chocolate? Just a chocolate bar lying on the table? Oh, happy day!

She reached for it, but suddenly…it vanished. Just like that. ‘Poof’ it was gone.

Her hand was still outstretched for that would-be delicious piece of candy, her eyes wideneing. “…No.” She shook her head, clearly in denial. “No. No, that didn’t just happen. No. It didn’t.” She looked around, trying to tell if anyone else had noticed the magical vanishing chocolate. “No. No. NOOO!” she slammed her fists on the table, causing the food to jump violently. “WHY? DEAR GOD, WHYY?”

Her forehead hit the table between her fists, and crunch went the chips in the bowl her head now rested in. “It was so young. Still in its wrapper too…”