Heart-to-Heart (February 2009)

[narakunohana]

Quest Name:

Heart- to-Heart

Format:

Singular (You make only one, non-interactive post that takes your character throughout the entire event.)

Reward:

+2 Experience Points + 5lb Special Material for use in the Item Shop!

"Heart of Glass"


Symbolizing the frailty of the human heart, this heart shaped piece of glass carries memories of those whose hearts have been broken and shattered.

For dreams that have been left to die.

And those lives that were left to waste.

• Can be sold in the store for $1000.
  
• When used to customize an item in the store, it adds +10 to to charisma to user while customized item is worn.
  

Note: This item is consumable and may only be used once.

Scenario:

It's that time of the year again: Singles awareness day! Valentines day!

Do you have a valentine? Someone you care about? Hopefully you do, because the teachers want you to make three letters.

Yup. Three letters to people of the opposite sex closest to you.

Pour out your feelings!

Pour out your love and affection!

OHOHOHOHOHOHOHOOOO~!

Requirements:

• Your characters must write three letters to three characters of the opposite sex that they are close to. Yes, they are required to pour out their feelings. Doesn't matter what feeling: Hate, disdain, Love or sorrow, but it must be true.
  
• You are required to have at least 350 words each letter. BBCode doesn't count.
  
• The word "Love" must appear on each of the letters..
  
• Monthly Event ends on February 28th. Extensions are discouraged but permissible with valid reasons.
  
• Perchance that you are new to the forum and don't have a lot of acquaintances of the opposite sex, you can write a letter to them instead.
  

[Mathew Amtrum]

Dear Bastille,

Lord only knows what ran through your mind when you heard that I was back. God I would love to have been there to see your face when you heard the news. I am sure you thought yourself rid of me for good. Still, I know you like to act tough and like you hate me, but we both know you love me. Or love what I do to you at least. After all you have nothing but your word binding you to me, and yet you keep it.

Oh God, what do I feel for you. Well I wouldn't say it is love. But you are interesting. I find your defiance amusing, even if it is annoying. Don't take that as a compliment as you getting under my skin. More of it is annoying because you never did live up to my expectations, not for lack of potential. More because you always drag your feet. It is like pulling teeth with you.

Don't get that satisfied smirk on your face I know you try for that. And I think I know why. I don't think I am the only one that feels it. That spark between us. There is a fiery passion. It isn't love, but something more. Hate is in there, I know hate. Pride is also in there, but there is something else, something I can't quite put my finger on. I know you are loving this too. I suppose if I had to put a name to it. Or describe it I would say it is familiar. But not in the boring same old same old way. This is the part where I get my laugh, but I see a lot of myself in you.

I don't know, maybe it is the hormones, maybe it is because we are both very hot. But there is something right about this relationship. The fire in every kiss, the battle we wage for dominance. The sweetness of victory when I feel you yield, don't try and deny that you love being beaten. It is only natural to feel that way for you.

After all you are a strong person, for all your faults. I am just a much stronger one. And every girl wants a guy that is stronger then her. One that can take care of her and protect her. And in your case put you in your place. I know this letter will find you, I have already made the arrangements. I will be seeing you soon, so keep your eyes open, or I might just sneak up on you.

Your Lord and Master,

Mathew Amtrum

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Dear Emily,

You know I have no idea what you thought when you heard I was back. It must be a shock, with me having vanished like the wind. An illusion fading away. Like a dream upon waking. But I have thought of you while I was gone, and I am going to be straight forward. After all I am not the kind of guy that lies. I don't see the point in lying, I would much rather have a reputation for honesty. For you see I feel that trust is the most important part of any relationship. More important then love, passion, loyalty. Though of course all of those are certainly important parts, I just feel they fall short of trust.

Still, not to be sidetracked. I am going to lay it all out here for you. I asked you out that first day because I thought you were cute, the opportunity presented itself, and I took it. You can't blame a guy for that can you? Well, I don't think you will. after all you agreed to it. And you still owe me said date.

I can honestly say that I regret my absence, I regret that I have not had time to get to know you better, and I will admit that a part of me is afraid that I may have come back to late. And yet another part of me is excited about that prospect. The idea of being able to steal you from someone else is appealing. I always liked what I was told I couldn't have. Notice I didn't say what I can't have, that's because I always get what I want.

Still, I thought it would be a good idea to let you know that I am still interested in that date. I think it would be a good chance for us to talk and get to know each other better, who knows, maybe something will even happen. And if not, then it doesn't there is no pressure. Either way, give me a call sometime. Here is my number. XXX-XXXX

Looking forward to the big night,

Mathew Amtrum

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Dear Helter,

You are an interesting one. And I will admit, I am definitely interested in you. Not just as a student, but well, your hot. Do I really need more of a reason to be interested in you? I mean lets just be honest here. I don't think you are exactly the type to look down on me for that. After all you are the same girl that went streaking through the school with me and Leon. God I love doing shit like that. Almost as much as I would love seeing you naked again. If you get my drift.

I am actually quite impressed by you. You seem to be very eager to learn and follow my instructions. You offer no resistance against your bargain. That really impresses me. Not to mention I love your sarcastic attitude. I personally find it hilarious when you start to rip on Adrian. Though he also has a lot of potential, if he would stop being such a fucking pussy that is.

Bleh I hate when I do that, sorry, I always get sidetracked while I write. There is a reason I do my motivational talks in person. It is just more effective to get your point across.

I am actually quite pleased with the fact that I ran in to you. I think that you are probably the perfect partner in crime for me. Since you are so willing to go along with my plans. That is important to me. And I know I don't say this enough but I am proud of you, and I do look forward to the day when you are ready to step it up to the big game. I know you will do just fine when that day comes.

Until that day keep up the good work. Don't let Adrian's ego get to big, and maybe we should talk about catching a movie or something sometime. I think it might be fun to go out without it being about training, though to be fair. I suppose I could just order you to do what I want. But that isn't nearly as fun as playing the game, if you know what I mean.

I will see you around,

Mathew Amtrum

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Dear Linda,

Wow what can I say, I didn't expect to see you here in Long Beach. It was actually a huge surprise to see you, and that is saying something since you know how much I love to know everything that is going on. As for why I left New York, well it is complicated, lets just call it a forced transfer. After the whole thing with the Green Riot I got black bagged and transferred here. As for why I didn't call you, once again black bagged, sort of. Ran in to Leon and we fought, afterward we were both in a weakened state, and we both got captured and sent to a correctional facility to be experimented on. Not my ideal vacation, but at least there was no homework.

Also it's no secret I love to stare at your boobs. I am after all, a Male. So I do appreciate the getting all dolled up for me. It touched me deep down, almost enough to make me feel warm and fuzzy, almost. Instead I got that bile feeling, like right after you throw up that's just cause I couldn't help but think about your old nickname "The Fist", seriously, you need to tell me why the hell you chose that name. Did you not think it through? Cause we loved to make fun of you and your "fisting" back in the Reign of Blood. But that is ancient history, no hard feelings.

All joking aside though. This is the season of romance and all of that crap. And while I would never date you, hell I am actually a little afraid to sleep with you to be honest. I suppose if you wanted to we could always get drunk and see what happens. After all I still have that last prediction that needs to come true. You know, the one about you and Kate being in a lesbian porno together. You know you want to.

Congratulation I don't hate you,

Mathew Amtrum



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(Extra one for someone not on the site. But since I finished each letter within the limits anyways, I thought why not.)


Dear Sophia,

God I don't even know if this letter will reach you. I have your last address but I don't know if you still live there. Or if they can forward it to you. I would like to think that they can.

God it has been almost a year since I last saw you. Things never were the same after the incident. I know it was stupid, I was being arrogant and pig headed, and you know it is hard for me to admit that. I still don't think I was wrong, as I had to defend myself, but I know that I was foolish to run in to the middle of it instead of taking off with you when I could.

I don't think I can even begin to understand the feelings that went through your mind when you saw me get shot. I don't really know what would have been the best thing to do, but I still regret what happened that day. I really thought we could have had something special. I think I might have even loved you, I am not really sure.

You know I am not really good at these things. So I guess I will just leave it at this. I am doing well, and I miss you a lot. I really hope that this letter finds you. I am hoping to hear back from you.

Love,

Mathew Amtrum

[Bastille Amtrum]

((ooc: because I have more male acquaintances then girls...wellll…I have 4 to write.))

Dear Mr. Mathew Amtrum,
It is English custom to address a lady by her last name you dolt…but I forgot you lack manners. I have received your letter and look forward to replying with the full ferocity of feelings you probably used in writing your own to myself. this should not be difficult seeing as my hatred is so feirce im astounded the fires of it have not licked and burned your precious skin. But this may be difficult seeing as I lack feeling to give towards the circumstances between us.

When I heard you had returned, i wasnt the least bit shocked at all, i didnt care at all. I will admit I was shocked…amused in a way, but you seem to think me unchanged in months time. I am happy you have returned, the joy of making you grit your teeth at my every refusal is a simple pleasure in my life. Though you play it cool I do find relief in the fact you do not take me seriously…you are probably the only man to do so and it is very refreshing. As for our contract I see your leaving as a symbol of its breaking and thus I have disregarded its existence entirely and I will be sure not to make the same mistake in fighting for my freedom again.
As for what I feel for you…Your a disrespectful ass with no sence of manners or kindess to show. You pumpous and full of degrading filth your sink below even teh scraps of humanities worst people. im not even going to start on this. Yes you drive me chronically insane and I don’t believe I will ever recover from the damage you have done but I must say it has been life changing and I thank you for it. Love is most certainly not the feeling. I’ve felt that before and I assure you all I feel is an in superiority complex as well as an insatiable lust for dominance as you mentioned. But I must also confess I am over it. I grow tired of being childish and my goals are no longer to beat you or to be stronger, there are other definitions of the word and I find it is time I explore those rather then spend time building up physical strength.
I will except the compliments with poise as I believe they where meant in good humor. As for my satisfied smirk, I shall keep it do to the fact I know I have left my impression on you as you have left one on me. I wish you good luck in your return, I will see you around. As friends or acquaintances it is your choice…..

Sincerely,
Ms. Bastille Cunningham



Dear David Blaze,

What is a girl to say. I must first apologize, my rash actions cannot be justified. I have to admit you fluster me in a way I have not been flustered in many years.

I am not sure if I can call it love for you, but I do understand what it means to feel pulled to another. Despite all I have experiences, I am still merely a teenager and thus my feelings are incoherent and foreign to me like the sky’s of some distant world. One day I would like to know myself better then I know others. But I know that I continue to admire your strength and perseverance as well as your willingness to try new things as well as try.
One thing that does irritate me more then life itself about you, is that you give me expensive luxuries you could be giving to kids in Africa. Consider before you give me the next gift, you give at least 800 starving children the same. I don’t like to feel spoiled and trust me when I say your presence is enough.
Though I find our bill battles rather enjoyable. Its always fun to find new ways to sneak my money into your pocket and trust me, when you find the $50 I paid you in your back pocket there is no need to thank me. I have also been snooping around, and found your address in enough time to return your car in completely safe condition. Yes I am a hypocrite and thus I give myself the right to pay you any amount I so desire…because while I am giving you money, I also give most charitably to other organizations and thus I am not against my word.
But still, in all exactness…I do fancy you…and im not afraid of ashamed to admit it. But I understand what you meant when you said it was dangerous…and if it keeps you from feeling pain I will say clear. Though I demand to stay your friend…
Your company is simply to enjoyable.

Love,
Bastille.

p.s. the next time you choose to loose your ice cream to a hobo….make sure you have bought two.


Dear Mr. Gabriel,

That is your name right? I…I have to thank you. Your kindness to help an obviously arrogant injured woman was beyond that of a saint. Perhaps that is how you got your name. As mysterious as your are to me, you seem to be good hearted by nature and for that I must thank god. You don’t know how hard it is to find a person who can naturally be nice in this school let alone this city. I must also apologize for my rash and angry behavior towards you when you where trying to help.

To think what it must have been like. I for one was all in a broken love frenzy and to fog headed to see through my actions and how stupid they where. Yet you come in probably hearing strange noises to find a body of a teenager soaked in blood with a sword in her hand. It’s not a site you see every day. Then again at public high school two five nine, I guess its not rare at all. But still, not something you see every day.

I confess I gave you little time to explain yourself, and I would like to change that. Maybe get to know one another better, for I feel I can connect with you. You seem to have the same eyes as someone I once knew. I must be honest your past intrigues me and I always love a good story. I hope you will not be swayed by my previous connections in the school…they are rather…disheartening on my character. It must be terrible, how others must see me. But I don’t care about them, though I would rather someone I am interested in getting to know, know the truth about me.

I wonder how you stay so calm. Its fascinating to me. I am always to bold and outright about my thoughts as well as plain about my emotions yet you hold them in with dignity. Though in moral I believe that as holding ones self in I am pleased with it. I sometimes need to be like that. Oh but im off subject. Thank you so much for your kindness towards a soul like me, and I hope we can chat over snacks and tea sometime. As it stand I am British and I do have a fancy for tea…

Sincerely,
Bastille

p.s. you can keep my cigarettes….i quite….i think.

[Adrian Hanlon]

((This is gonna be tough. Pretty sure Adrian doesn't know that many femalulars.))


Dear Sacricia Emily Lourdes Delos Santos,

This may come as a surprise, considering the briefness of our meeting; however, your presence was more profound to me than I would ever be able to admit to in person, much less out loud. You see, Emily, at the risk of sounding weak, I almost believed I was in over my head after my first day at this school. Not necessarily because of Amtrum, but because everyone else was just like him, or so I thought. I realized that, even though I may be good in a fight, and even though I may enjoy each one I am in, I did not live for it like some of these cretins do. I may have to change that soon, but that is not a topic for this letter. Meeting you, Emily, turned me around on my thoughts of 259's population. Just seeing you offer your friendship, your food, which, I must say, I absolutely LOVE your cooking, and if we are to meet again someday, I would love to return the favor, vastly improved my outlook on this place. Do not misunderstand me, I have not chosen the path of least resistance during my time here. However, you have shown me through your kindness that, apparently, that road is still available, should I ever choose. Furthermore, knowing there are those I can seek solace in who have taken this path in life will be a driving force in whatever fights I might wage.

It has come to my attention you've undertaken quite a bit of responsibility since last we met. While it would please me to no end to be able to offer any support I could offer, there are certain other forces at work that lead me to believe such a promise would not be able to be kept. I believe we both know what I am speaking of, and if you do not, most likely you shall soon find out. At any rate, whatever I can do, I shall, even if it is from so far behind the scenes that you never find out. I wouldn't call myself a guardian angel, not in the least. You could simply think of me as a friend. You were, perhaps, my first here at this school.

Yours,
Adrian William Hanlon

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Dear Helter Skelter,

I love how you think you're so much better than me. And how you think its justified because I have more money than you. How backwards can you even get? Money Equals Power, Helter. Anyone who doesn't think so just doesn't get it. You... people like you are the ones that drive me the craziest. Just because someone has money, you instantly brand them as some kind of snooty, stuck up jackass. And because people with money know that, they can spot people like you from a mile away, and you know how people like you get treated? Like worthless gutter trash. Respect is earned, it's not just tossed around to anyone who might ask for some. No, I'm not asking you to respect me, I couldn't possibly care whether or not you respect me. But I could see the look in your eyes. Behind that false fire, all that deep-rooted hatred for my simply because of my affluence, you just wanted my approval. Maybe you just want anyone's approval, I don't know, nor do I really care. As far as I'm concerned; hell, as far as I CARE, you are just a stain under my shoe. A stain who's willing to do whatever Amtrum says. "Just for a kick?" Who are you kidding. It all goes back to that 'acceptance' thing I wrote about mere words ago. It's all you want, don't even bother denying it.

I don't know why I'm writing this to you like you are actually going to reply and say something to me. Lord knows I won't be getting one of these letters from you. What does that say, Helter? Did you know you are one of my closest female friends? "Keep your friends close and your enemies closer" is how the old saying goes, doesn't it? Well, which are you? You're allied with Amtrum, like me, which would make you my friend. You seem to hate my guts, however, which would clearly make you my enemy. And yet, all this bitterness, all this animosity I seem to carry towards you, do you know where it came from?

From YOU.

The moment you walked into that nurse's office, the moment our eyes met, I knew two things: One, you've got beautiful eyes, but nevermind that, and two, you chose not to like me the moment you heard me speak. Just because I'm rich doesn't mean I'm stupid, and when you choose to dislike someone from the start, you're only going to get disdain in return.

Hope you sleep well knowing that. Knowing you, you'll sleep like a baby.

Fuck off,
Adrian

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Dear Ms. Bastille Cunningham,

I apologize that this letter must come to you, of all people. I know nothing of you, and you know perhaps only a little more of me, if even that. However, due to my lack of knowledge of female students at this school, I must consider you one of my closer female acquaintances. Do not take offense at my seeming displeasure at this fact. I only do so because I dare not presume my friendship with you extends any farther than a passing glance, a mere knowledge of each other's existence.

It is for this very reason that writing a letter is so hard. I know nothing about you. What you like, what you love, the things that interest you, the things you hate. All of this is a mystery to me. Would I like to find out? Perhaps, someday, yet even that is me once again presuming the lengths our acquaintanceship shall go, I will find out, and if so, I would be more than willing to share my thoughts with you as well.

I must admit, Ms. Cunningham, I find you intriguing, if you will permit me to say so in this text. You carry yourself with a regal aire, a sort of charm and pride that I have seen in few others in this school. Many are confident, indeed, and many have every right to be so. But no one, Ms. Cunningham, holds themselves quite like you do. If I had to guess, I would venture to say that you, in some way, shape, or form, are descendant of, either directly or indirectly, royalty of some kind. A trait we, in some ways, share. I cannot quite claim royalty among my blood, but my family has indeed achieved enough status in its life to warrant some kind of title, I am sure.

But what is royalty, anyway? Other than the ruling family, I mean. What truly defines it? Is it simply wealth and power? My family has more than enough to qualify in that regard. Is it social status? The Hanlons are well-liked and well-thought of amongst many social circles, so perhaps so. Is it that innate drive, that characteristic that pushes one to lead other men, rather than be led themselves? If so, that is perhaps the one place where my family shines brighter than all others.

While I may be getting off track, Ms. Cunningham, and for this I sincerely apologize, I promise I have a point to make in all of this. While we may not know each other, perhaps we are a lot more alike than we once thought. Since we both find ourselves in similar 'predicaments' of which you are quite well aware and I feel no need to name, perhaps a time will come when we can find this out for certain. I hope my letter has not come off as dreary or dull, Ms. Cunningham, since I know for sure it has come off as unexpected, and would wish no further negative impacts upon you.

Respectfully yours,
Adrian William Hanlon

[seishounohana]

(Woot, love letters. Well, my turn to give guys a few. Gonna make four, but I’ll make one every day considering my lack of time. Despite my love of mush and fluff, I seem to not be able to make good ones unless I’m making them for Albert. XD;


“Unfettered”,

I don’t know what to say, or what to do now that I’ve heard you’re back in school again. I want to know what went on that you suddenly disappeared from 259. Is it because of something important? Or is it me being a little too busy with other matters? Well, that isn’t exactly the point in why I’m writing this, but it really has been a while. I haven’t seen you since that day in the Correctional Facility when you and several others managed to get in and rescued us, and for your efforts I am, again, grateful to you. I have always been; that is, ever since you have took me in as an employee at your restaurant, which I am more than looking forward to returning to. I regret that I had little time to give before myself and a few others were kidnapped, that I wasn’t able to help you in your endeavors inside the school.

I regret how my… feelings were revealed to you. I don’t blame my brother, because it was in his nature to be a little over-protective. However, I do truly wish to one day be the one who will support you more than anyone else: I want to be part of your strength and not be a liability in any way; I wish to become a part of your successes and accomplishments – I want to become all that, and more. It is because I really do believe that I have grown to love you. I can’t pinpoint as to how, when or why I exactly fell for you, but I can tell you that I already have and won’t let go until you tell me to.

I apologize that I have to confess to you again in this manner instead of telling you up front. It’s not that I lack the courage, or afraid that I may faint again, like before. But the current circumstances make me fear that you may get involved with the dilemma I feel I am about to face. I am the captain of 259 now, and I can’t say if it’s fortunately or unfortunately that I am. The dragons are back, and I feel that I or the rest of the pillars won’t be in these positions for long. When that happens, I do hope to talk to you again, as things will be a lot more complicated; not only for us in Militia, but the rest of the student population that supports us. It is scary to be in these four positions right now, as I have begun to realize why Captain after captain left this position.

259 has become a war zone, with landmines set up everywhere. Please be careful. You are not a pillar, but people look up to you, and your influence is known to most of the population. Again, please take care of yourself.

You know my number, text me sometime, please?

All my love,
Emily



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David,

Thanks for the letter. Yes, many things had happened the past few months. If I remember right, you disliked me at one point for “fooling the captain” into making me into the Head of the School paper. It somewhat surprises me, that now, of all people: You would be the one to tell me that you were glad that I became School Captain. Don’t get me wrong, I appreciate it, and… I really feel empowered that you have such confidence in me. I believe I have told you before that I’m not powerful by myself. Yes, I am much more powerful than some, but there are many things I have yet to learn. I hope to learn them from you, as you have been in the fighting business much longer than myself.

As for the personal matters you have disclosed to me, I don’t know what to say. In truth, I have more or less only begun to explore my own feelings a few years ago. I was once a person who drowned herself in insecurities. That part of me has long been gone, but haunts my thoughts and actions. I wish I could return that “love” you feel for me, as I believe that you are a wonderful young man, who has good principles, manners and, sorry for mentioning, the ability and attitude that would one day allow you to support your own family; however as of now my heart is inclined to be with someone else. Or at least, I haven’t sorted my feelings out as well as I should have. As you said, I am young, and I have all my life to learn these things. For now: I cannot give you a straight answer. Please understand.

Heh, don’t be afraid of me. You’re pretty much more powerful than me and I’m quite sure you’d beat me up in a minute. Haha! I hope to catch up with you someday. We have a lot of work to do, considering that powerful people are popping up from out of nowhere. It’s a little scary, but I will need your help to pull through all of this. I will tell you more next time we talk in private.

love,
Emily.

P.S. – I got your number, here’s mine. ***-******. Thanks


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Dear Rem,

My brother, you know how much I dearly love and appreciate you. I am so sorry if I may have done many things in the past that may have hurt you. Please understand that I am making up for lost time. I have... been... deprived of a childhood, and numbed myself to the feelings of others and of my own. It is only now that I have learned to accept them fully, and I feel whole.

I am sorry that you had to lose Delilah. I don't know the exact circumstances of what happened, but... I believe it has been painful for you. I would've asked you to live with me again, but as of that time, I had been placed under the protection of the Blaze household, as you may remember me telling you.

Many things happened ever since then, and I even became Captain for a very short time. I got quite beaten up too, but I had fun. I was just happy that I was at least able to hold up that long against a Dragon, for any count at least. I still wish to become stronger, as I want to be of worth, not only for myself and for the school, but for a person I love. It's sad though, Jon seems to show no such interest in me at all.

Heh, I'm somewhat losing hope already...

I know that I have much to learn, and that I have many things to share with you ever since we last talked. However, I'm not to stay in Long beach for too long. I have found... ... I have found my family. Or at least, they sound to be like them. I have talked with them on the phone, and they have just immigrated from the philippines. They are my aunt and uncle, apparently.

I will be going to San Francisco, and I don't believe I will be back. I will see if I fit into this family thing, and ... eh... you know my number, right? Call me when you have the time.

I'm sorry for leaving you and 259 so abruptly.

All my love,
Emily


P.S. The address is on the back of this paper. If you're going there, please keep chocofluff away. You know how deathly afraid I am of dogs!

[Helter Skelter]

(blah blah WIP)


#1 Adrian Hanlon

Dear Whats-his-face,

Why the hell is with the writing letter crap anyways? What is this, grade 5? Or is it some hoity-toity rich folk thing? Do you also make sure to look both ways before you cross the street, and make sure to hang tight to your mommy? Like you've ever seen a street anyways, you probably take a limo everywhere. Well, you've got one thing right in that tiny brain of yours, I don't respect you. Sure, not everyone with money is snooty or a stuck up jackass, but YOU sure fit the bill. I know, it's a horribly crime to actually not respect someone who hasn't done a lick of hard-work in their life, suckling off the fortune that your parents earned. Yeah, I need your approval like I need another hole in my head. Yeah, you found me out. The jig is up.

SERIOUSLY? HAHA, You mustn't have very many female companions then, do you? At least you have those within the range of daddies pocket-liners, mmm? Money only buys so much, you know.

Oh jeez, you hate me because you hate me, essentially? Wow, I never woulda thunk it. Well, firstly.............................. I'm going to completely forget that part; secondly, christ, can't a girl say two words without someone throwing a bitchfit? Apparently not after seeing this pissy letter in my mailbox. WOW, being rich doesn't mean you're stupid to? Is that a trick question or something? Could've fooled me!

Dude, don't poke fun at my insomnia. Not cool, people who poke fun at cripples and other people's diseases/dysfunctions go to hell, you know. Then again, I'm sure you'd fit in perfectly there, AND you'd get to see all your family and friends there too! Bonus!

Meh, case and point, I don't think I'm better than you, I KNOW I'm better than you. There's is a difference, you know.


I hope you choke on caviar.

Love,
Helter Skelter (just kidding, who would love a snob like you?)


PS: Try to refrain from sending me your stupid little letters in the near-future, makes less room for my Reptilians Monthly.

PS, PS: I spit on the envelop, enjoy.



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#3

[David B.]

Dear Bastille,

Where to start. First off, i think your a rather unique individual. Your kind, free spirited, and seem to have a sense of yourself which most others may ignore or neglect. A sense of honor, maybe, but more like a code that runs deeper then it, below the surface. You intrigue me, and give me reason to pause whenever your presence is near. I would love to get to know you more, and spend more time with you, were it not for matters to which i am now dedicated. I have been drawn along once more into the school hierarchy, as you may have heard, and that is not a world you said you wished to partake in. Perhaps i'm making my feelings unclear. Let me try this a different way.

I like you, and want to be closer. Not in the way of love, but as clear, deep friends. I'm neither mentally nor physically ready for anything more. Not to say you want more, but i know that thought was on both our mind that day, none too long ago. I regret my actions of that moment, as they seemed decieving as to what i wanted. I don't know, pehaps it was what i wanted. See? I cant even decide what i myself want, and it would taste a lie to say you are the only one i've had these feelings for. You must understand that that reason, above all others, is why i need time away from you and your percing red gaze. I must find myself and understand what it is i want from my own life and who i want in it.

Now, regarding your letter. I think its rather cute that you stuck the money in my pocket, and i truly hope you find the cuteness of the four hundred i left in your pocket during the kiss. What, did you think i myself was idle in our little battle? Never. I hope you can also forgive me, for i had the pleasure of returning your car today, since it was parked on my property. Unfortunately for you, i have some friends down at every DMV within the city limits, and your name is now on the title and the insurance, so returning it to me would do you no good. I'm sorry. Almost.

I do hope to see you soon.

Love from,

David






Dear Olesya,

Hello. It's been a while since we spoke. Well, at least since that moment outside between me you and Em. Hope your not still mad about that. It wasnt really my fault, after all. I blame everything on Emily. Haha. Just kidding. Anyway, i was thinking back and remembered that time we had outside your shop- it was good to finally have a moment to speak with you, just one on one, even if the conditions werent exactly perfect. I hope you can forgive me for my straightforward manner in adressing your former love- i'm not use to the phrase "Be tactful", and therefore i havnt exactly practiced it. I promise i'll try and be more tactful in the future. But hey, at least it led to us being friends, right? I mean, thats always a plus!

Anyway, i had a meeting scheduled today with some business assoiciates of mine. I managed to pull together a little money for your store- perhaps to expand with, or to help fund it. You make the best chicken and cheese sandwiches, and all the people there seem so friendly and towny. With todays economy being what it is, i'd hate to see those big food companies that are mooving in to your neigborhood push you out of business. I hope the thirty million dollar advance i enclosed will be enough to tide you over until this storm is weathered. If you need any more, or find yourself falling on hard times, feel free to ask, you always know where to find me.

A swift change of subject, but you ever wonder how the world came to be what it is? I mean, not to say that its totally terrible, but it seems like life within the walls of our school are constantly in the pits, and no amount of fighting it will help to supplant the menace and terror that continuously flows from people like Mathew and Scene. I hope we can keep up our fight. The odds seem stacked against us. Regardless, i want you to know i'm always here for you if you need me. My number is ***-***-****,

Feel free to give me a call or send me a text anytime!

From your friend,

David.

ps: Make sure to keep that number on the DL, if anyone gets ahold of it hell will break loose. Thanks.





Dear Emily,

You know, i've sent two letters out today, and purposely saved yours until last. Why? I don't know, perhaps and unconscious decision? Perhaps i'm a little confused as to what to say. I guess the best way would be to start off small, right? I'm glad you decided to take over the position of School Captain. Regardless of what you say, i know you'll make a great one. Power comes from the heart and mind. Physical strength is nothing when it comes to someone who is great in thier soul. Whether you belive you are or not, you have all the makings of a great Captain, and i'm honored to follow you.

Now, on to what i guess we would call...Personal Matters. As i explained in my last letter to you, i believe i have very strong feelings for you. While i wont deny that i have those feelings for another, i cant even begin to put them on the same level. I know your young, and love is the last thing on your mind, but i cant deny what my heart tells me. Everything about you makes me feel strangely weak, and a tear shed by you causes me to grovel at your feet. I truly don't know if the feelings for you are love, as i've felt the need to bury them, at least for a time. I know how you feel about the leader of the school gang, militia, and i would hate to be a second choice for anyone, even if you do call for me.

I want there to be the possiblity of an us. I do, and i wont try and dodge around that by saying things like i would wait or i want time. I would glady grant you my heart now, if i knew you truly wanted it. However, i know that, deep inside myself, a feeling tells me that you do not. That you want another. Regardless of what i want, i want you to be happy more, and i am willing to wait and watch someone else give you that happiness, even if its at the expense of pain to myself.

I hope everything i say and have said makes sense, since i cant really make sense to myself right now. I would talk about this in person with you, had i the guts to do so. Imagine, me, David Blaze, afraid to talk to a female. It makes me doubt myself in ways i didnt think needed doubting.

Putting that aside, i want you to know i'm always here for you, and all you need to do is as and i will give what you need. You know my number...feel free to call me sometime. Perhaps for a lunch?

See you soon

Love,

David.

[Mitsuki Park]

OOC: Should be doing homework...but I thought this was just so cute. :[

1. Dear Aris,

I don't know if you're alive. Don't know if you're doing well, if you're in the right state of mind, if you remember me, but our first time meeting was on the beach near midnight. Three years ago, Aris, so allow me to refresh your memories.

You asked me to hit you, so I did and a fight began. I was at first unclear to what your intentions were when you started our battle, but now I must say that the mist has faded. You have an odd way of doing things, but maybe that is the reason why I remember our meeting so clearly, as if it were yesterday. You and I were both so young, and still are; and from time to time I find myself on that same beach, staring up at that same sky, thinking of where you had gone and how you are doing.

You were my first friendly fight. No serious damage was inflicted upon us, and there was no objective to impose serious injuries. The ways you retaliated to my attacks were graceful yet somewhat dirty, allowing me to think of creative ways to respond. It was refreshing not having to fight against my brother.

You wanted to see me behind the mask, but I refused to show. I had my reasons for hiding; you claimed to have your own for knowing. Do you remember now? We knocked each other out and you walked me home.

It was the first time anyone had ever done so.

There is a reason for me writing this letter; I rarely do things without a purpose, and although this may seem out of the blue, it is because I found myself thinking more and more about you as Valentines Day approaches. The motive can be summed up in two, simple – yet complex – words: Thank you.

Thank you for chipping my barrier, for summoning new emotions, for refreshing the old ones lost. Thank you for your patience, your thoughtfulness and your strength. Thank you for caring, for showing me how to love.

Thank you.

Because although our meeting was brief on that night, it held much significance to me and became the foundation and beginning of whom I am today.

- Mitsuki Park.

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2. Dear Dion,

You saved me for the intention of wanting to abduct me. You put up a façade and tried to drive me away from the student body that I was responsible for and wanted to protect. Your family injured my peers, my classmates. You attacked me for trying to get away, and when that failed, used your charisma as an advantage to lure me into your trap. You lied about being my friend, attempted to deceive me about one of my own friends, attacked me – again – before finally kidnapping me and holding me hostage in one of your rooms in that 'kingdom' of yours. You called me princess even though I absolutely loathed that nickname, and all that you did really pissed me off, or at the very least irked me to no ends when we first met.

The key phrase there is when we first met.

(Of course, I would never write a letter to you complaining about all the wrongs you have done to me. It was supposed to be a joke, but I’m not very good with jokes and I hope you can forgive me because I do think I came off as a little harsh with my words.)

You saved my life, twice, by helping me escape not only my hostage situation at the place you once lived in, but my run in with a street gang. And when you told me of your feelings, my initial response was to retreat. There was no way for me to drag you into my business, and I felt sorry for taking advantage of our friendship. You comforted me twice, which is two more than almost everyone I know, and despite my lack of sentiment and rather terrible friendship on my end, you stood by me. The ring you gave me, I will cherish for a lifetime - and the friendship we once had, forever.

Valentines Day is drawing near, and I hope to see you sometime in the future, as friends. I hope you are healthy, hope you are happy. I also hope that you will one day forgive me of my selfishness and of my pride.

With love,
- Princess.

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** This is for fun. :D

3. Dear Coughdrop,

You are a horrible influence to teenagers and adolescents, but I look up to you. If you mention this letter to my face, I will deny everything, hence, the reason why this is typed.

- Anonymous.

P.S. No, I am not in love with you, you sick, sick man.

P.S.S. One day, a student will run you over with a 4 x 4 semi-truck filled with gasoline.
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4. "Thrush", coming soon!
5. Andrew Black, coming soon!

[Linda Osako]

OoC- Way to explore my feminine side @_@


Dear Mathew,

I can't believe you would leave New York for Long Beach and not tell me shit about it! I'm gonna pretend that it doesn't bother me because well yeah, no drama for your mama, but yeah still mad. We should talk about that soon ^_^. Anyway, love you my broda. When shit goes down, and bullets start flying, its good to know that I have a friend like you by my side tanking them with me. True, we both have 'feeling' issues but its good to know that you are always there for me no matter what. Let me be clear though... If you ever leave me in another hell hole like 552 again without any notice Imma hunt you down and castrate you, out of love of course. <3

Oh and as for the RoB stuff, and my old title, "The Fist" lol.... Yeah um... I didn't pick it... Reign did. And it was a team name for Bison and I, but then they had me kill him and all that jazz. Yeah, you know how gangs go. But I always wanted to ask you... Why did you join RoB? Like, I understand the whole gang idea sounded cool and all, but seriously... Vetis? That fool looked like a giant transgendered Barbie. Excuse me, mute Barbie. Anyway... I'm glad that we have put all that stupid gang crap behind us because that shit is ancient history! ^_^

Sorry if my letter is coming off as a bit bi-polar but it is really early and I am rushing to write this before I go to the hospital to visit you. Don't worry... I'm getting all dolled up because I know that you secretly like to stare at my boobs. Not really my thing to get dolled up, but you are a friend in need so I'll be your eye candy for today. Hmmm, maybe I should like grease my boobs for you or something... I think that would be really uncomfortable though... Just saying ^_^. I dunno if shiny is your thing or not.. but yeah.

Puupc uv dra Puha Tnykuh. Milgo oui!

Love,
Linda <3 XOXO

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Dear Leon,

Hey! It's been a while. So I haven't seen you in ages but I gotta say... I kinda miss your pretty blond little head and pretty boy face. Looking back we have had a lot of history, been threw gang wars and revolutions together and even thought we didn't always find each other on the same side, in the end we made amends. I remember one of the first times we met, you were killing children in an orphanage and my partner Bison and I had orders to take you out from Reign... Ah good times.

I love your crazy personality and your seemingly infinite determination to get your point across, whether it be threw force or argument. Oh, and what the fuck is up with you and fighting till you pass out? It's not right man! Your too hot for that crap! A pretty boy like you should never have to lift a finger, let alone fight till you pass out. Oooo Ooo Ooo, and another thing... Why are you so obsessed with fighting Ark? I mean... He is scary and all, but why always fight Arkypoo? Can't you beat up someone a lil' more forgiving, like Shugo or Valo? Everyone beats up Valo, its what he is for ^_^.

What do you do to stay in shape? Cause you are major eye candy. Not to mention, you are one sexy mofo, just saying. I'm not about to profess my love for you or anything, but you are definitely a hottie and I don't understand how you don't have a girl friend. Alright, I've said enough.

Pmaylr pmuht bnaddo puo tnykuh.

Catch you on the flip side,
Love,
Linda


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Dear Ark,

You are one crazy mother fucker and I miss your face off! What have you been up to? We should meet up sometime and have a few stogies on a rooftop, like old times. When I was but a lil' Linda and first joined the Collosai I remember how I looked up to you. I wanted to do everything just like you and more than that, I wanted to be just as strong as you but in my own way. Thank you Ark for always being such a powerful driving force no matter what the situation. We have seen wars together and fought gangs and brutes and even transgendered muscle Barbies, Vetis and his clones lol. I'm proud to say that I am who I am partly because of the greatness I saw and admired in you. I hope that we are friends, family, Dragons together forever. I know that the future still has many a fight for us and I can't wait till I see you again. Btw, Love and miss our Plushy fights. <3333333333333

Mehty bmicro rekr vejac Yng bmicro vun abel feh!

Love,
Linda

[Kate]

(( One letter at a time sounds like a good idea...))

Dear Mattie,

You know you are the last person in the world I'd thought I would run into again. At least, that was what I thought. Instead you were the first person I ran into here in Cali. That is what I would like to call rather random. But still, it was good seeing you again. You really have not changed in the least bit though. Still good ole plotting Mathew.

I must admit that I left our first meeting feeling… like you had pulled the wool over my eyes somehow. I guess that is just how it is with you. I would love to be able to understand how your mind works… but alas I do not think the depths of your plotting is for someone normal and mortal to understand. Just be careful that it is not the end of you one day. That would be rather sad. I might have to kill whomever did it. And I do not like getting my hands dirty at all. Not with blood at least.

I am sure that you have some sort of harem of girls already built up. You were always a smooth talker. Smooth operator. I wonder how many females you’ve collected this time though? They’ve got to be a bunch of silly little girls. Tell you what, when you’re done playing with little girls, you can give me a call. Teach you what a real woman has to offer. Unless of course you are going to go after little girls for the rest of your life.

But that’s really your choice now, isn’t it? What brought you to Cali I wonder? I came here because this is where I was raised. Or at least, close enough. But you? What sort of things drew you to good ole Cali? Well, I suppose you’ll tell me sooner or later.
We should go out sometime. Just for fun, don’t worry I’m not asking you out on a date. I still prefer men to do that sort of thing. Just out as friends. Clubbing or dinner or something of the sort. I’ve been looking into buying a club on Main Street. Maybe we’ll go check it out. Anyways, see you around.

Love,
Kate <3 <3 <3
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Dear Vale,

It’s funny, I really don’t know what to say here. When I start thinking about you… I start thinking about the good ole days. Before everything went to hell. Hadn’t we once made a date for some roller skating or something? I remember you being a bit shorter, but then again so was I. That afternoon in your apartment is one of my favorite memories. I loved it, really. Though the lizard thing really scared me!!!

Anyways, I was just thinking that we should go to that roller skating date we never went on. I showed you around New York, but we never had that date. Makes me wonder what sorts of fun can be had with you in some roller skates. I imagine many funny faces and good times to be had.

Thanks again for the offer to stay at one of your places. I know that when it comes down to it, if I need a safer place to stay, I’ll come there. Don’t worry too much about me, okay? I know when we were younger I was the sort of person that needed to be protected. I’m not anymore. I can take care of myself, I promise. So don’t worry so much, don’t want to add years to you! Worry is bad!

So um, what to say, what to say, what to say? I really don’t have a lot to put down. After I left New York, I did come to Cali for a bit. I’ve always loved it here. The sun, the warmth. It’s good for the soul and the body!!! I love the sun. I know, I know I’m being a bit random. I don’t know, I feel a little nervous writing this to you. But why? I really can’t figure it out. Typical Kate, right?

This seems to short! I have to fill up more. Are you still in school? I seem to remember you being older than me, and since I’m a Junior... Well maybe you’re a senior, and maybe you’re not. But it would be nice to have some classes with you again. A friendly face is always something nice to see in classes full of unknown people.
Love,
Kate <3
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Dear Damien Kross,

You know, I’ve been staring at this sheet of paper, wondering why the hell I was even doing this!!! I’ve been staring at it for hours now. Why the hell would I write to you? Well… I guess old habits do die hard and all that jazz. Valentines, the day of love and all that mushy crap. I forget if we even celebrated it, back then. Our relationship really didn’t last long once you think of it, now did it? But I suppose I should at least try to make a decent letter for you. It’s only fair, right? To what was Damien. For what was.

You popped out of nowhere this time around. I hope you know that the first time I met you, with your ever loud personality, confused the hell out of me. You’re doing it again. Stop it. Stop confusing the hell out of me. I swear I’ll kill you in your sleep if you don’t. It worked the first time, it won’t the second. I will admit that you cook a decent meal though. About time you learned to take care of yourself. I could have sworn you were trying to kill yourself off the first time.

You say you’re game to earn me. To earn my heart back. Trust me darling, it’s not going to be easy. I don’t even know if it’s possible to be honest. All the things, all the emotions I have built up for you. Hard to just erase that in just a week, or even a year. I will tell you one thing though. Touch another female while you play this game, and I will have your little friend. And I’m afraid that’s not too much to ask, now is it Damien Kross? Don’t you think that’s fair and even? I’ll put your balls on a silver platter for the girl, I swear. Don’t test me there darling.

What else is there to say? Dinner was good. You still kiss good. All those things are still the same. I will admit you’re a bit different from before. But yeah… I guess that’s all I got.

Love forever,
Kate

[valekin]

Linda,

Running into you in a smoothie shop was somewhat surprising I must admit. I think we had a nice talk about some things. I think it's kind of funny how I keep running into people I know from the past. First you, then someone else, and then yet another person. Funny isn't the right word. I don't particularly like it. It shifts my plans a bit more than I would have liked. Only a real leader can adapt their plans that have been shifted on the fly.

There are a few things that I'm going to get started here in California, now that I'm here, and I'd love for you to get a piece of the action. I'm sure you've heard the old saying; Upon contact with the enemy, all plans go awry. That's true for most people and their plans. But nothing that I've planned so far has gone awry due to contact with the enemy. Because I'm better armed and informed. There isn't anything that can stop me or my kids from doing as we please.

Not the cops.

Not the military.

And certainly not rival gangs.

I only let certain kinds of people join in on my fun activities. Chaos theories aside, I'm sure you're rather disturbed that I know how to reach you with a written letter. You'll get used to the creepiness, expect a phone call on your cell phone. A contact of mine will let you know some details if you plan on hooking up with us and having some play time. The world's our playground, Linda. I think you can handle the kind of game we play with others.

The best part is, they don't even know the rules of the game, but we do. We're holding all the cards. We can see everyone's hand before and after the draw. How do you like the sound of that? We're not some kiddie gang Ms. Osaka, we're good at what we do. Protect the school? Ha, yea right. Destroy the school? Not on our agenda. The people inside the school are much more interesting.

Think of it as an experiment, and expect that call any time now.

Valekin.

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Mitsuki,

Yes, I found your address. I apologize for not telling you before hand about my leaving town. As your teacher, I probably should have let you know. But then again, you know I don't turn my back on people. We'll get together sometime and have some more training, for old times sake. I want to see how you've shaped up. By the way, I've sent you that dress you wore to that dinner. I'm sure you'll love it. I remember that look you had on your face the whole time, it was quite priceless. Let's see, how does your heretical people say it.. tsundere? Oh, wait. You're Korean. Not Japanese, I keep getting Asians mixed up with other Asians.

I'm sure you do the same for europeans. No big deal. It happens.

I wonder if you've been practicing your strikes, or your kicks, or things like that. Have you taken up grappling yet? I hope so, it's quite necessary to be able to throw down with the best of them in every which way. Break anyone in half yet? I hope so, you're really too soft with all that business. Should have been a little ruthless, to be honest.

I also heard that you lost the captainship, don't ask me how I know, you should have learned by now that those sorts of questions will just remind you how widely connected I am. Some of the other kids in school are on my side. Consider this a formal invitation of sorts to join up with me. Don't try to track where this letter came from. You'll find the address in the middle of the pacific ocean. Really, the post office of America can't pick up shit about an address.

Anyway, let's meet again, we'll have some fun. A test if you will.

Valekin

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Olesya,

Consider this a formal warning, and spread the warning amongst the other members of the student body hierarchy. Don't get in our way. You don't know who we are, or where we are, or if we're even in your school. But don't get in our way. There will be something big going down, and if you don't feel like getting hurt, well, you'll stay out of our way.

But as a Captain, it's your duty to get in everyone's way.

I'd love for you to try.

This isn't a challenge for your captainship, I don't need silly titles like that. What is it that I need? For a few choice children to die, and for others to get their justice. There's no such thing as an impartial justice system. There's only one thing that can stop me and mine now, and that's God himself. You're welcome to try to elevate yourself to Godly levels. We'll just blow your brains out like anyone else. I'm sure you're used to getting threats, but if you didn't notice the gunpowder that was in this letter's envelope, now would be a good time.

Also, smell the ink, it smells like iron and jasmine.

Do you know what that smell is? It's called Blood, missy. Yes, this letter is written in human blood. The blood of a city official that had died recently. I'm sure you saw it on the news. The only thing that was left intact was his head. Isn't that what the media said? I know the cops didn't show pictures, it's because it was too gruesome. I sealed some photos I took of the scene myself. Don't gag or throw up, that'd be unsightly.

You'd be weaker than I thought if you vomit.

Take note that this is what happens to those that get in my way.

Afraid of me yet?

Valekin

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Kate,

Normally I don't write letters to people. But I'm on a roll today, and I've got nothing better to do at the moment, so I figured I'd send you a nice valentines day letter. Course, I feel kinda old doing this, I've really aged quite a bit since the days when we were young together. But that's got nothing to do with anything at the moment. I'm asking you out on a date, quite formally. Remember how I said I'd like to take you to dinner to someplace expensive and nice. I've got just the place in mind.

It's a french restaurant, I hope you don't mind french cuisine. It's very nice though, with two levels, nice marble floors, champagne with every meal. Those kinds of luxuries.

I don't mind being rich, I just wish I didn't get that way the way I did. People die all the time, but it bothers me how I got my inheritance. War's an ugly thing, but I'm a knight and soldier, and War's the thing I do. You said you've always felt safe with me, well that's because I've always felt the need to protect you. If I was there for you when you were younger, most certainly those bad things wouldn't have happened to you, because I would have prevented them. I would have put myself between you and your enemies, and have taken the bullet.

Now I plan on making up for that lack of me in your early life. I'm sure the other people you know that are in town have already contacted you. I'm sure that sort of thing bothers you too. It bothered me when I ran into a few people I know from the past. Bothered me a lot, because I'd rather forget about the mistakes I've made, anyone else would do the same, or hope for the same. Too bad I keep remembering.

I've got some big things planned for this town's future, and I don't want you to get caught in the cross fire. No matter how tricked out your house is, it's not as safe as any number of safe houses I have all over town. You might have guessed that I run a pretty big organization. It's true that I do, and we're extremely secure. You always thought it was impressive that I was in Black Ops. at the age of twelve. Or at least I think you did.

I'm not asking for your love or anything Kate. I'm just asking for the chance to redeem myself and protect you.

It's your choice though.

Love,
Your Friend Valekin

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Chihiro,

There's nothing I could really say to you that would make up for twenty seven's loss and the loss of your child. It's true we've got some things to talk about, business, and work. I'm sorry I didn't tell you at the time it happened. It was recent however, you know LA, it's a rough town. Some friends from out of town dropped in on me recently, and I've been running around trying to put some plans back together. Haven't had the time to call you myself. It's regrettable but that's how it is.

Thanks in advance for the data you'll be sending me. It'll certainly come in handy for our future plans for the school and for the town.

I'm tired of the way the world is right now. Always taking family from people. We're no better though, we've taken families apart, and have done some pretty bad things ourselves. But that's beside the point, we're making a point here, progress. It's working too, violence has dropped in the city by quite a bit. So has corruption. There are other kinds of things that need to be purged though.

I know you loved your child and twenty seven. Keep loving them, don't forget how to love. Don't forget about them.

Did I ever tell you I had a family once? Sisters and parents?

That's a story for some other time. I'm sure you'll see we're quite alike afterwords.

I haven't ever written a letter to you before. This is kind of strange, there are more reliable means of communicating. Well, it's probably because I've been on a roll with this letter writing thing. Sending offers, threats, and other things. Oh, keep in contact with the 'kids' in school, they'll know if anything happens to people. I want to know everything.

You know I always want to know everything, and I've got the means of getting it. You're quite the useful person Eighteen. Remember that you're in until you die, of course you remember. It was this, which was much better than your old life, or being buried under the sand. I think you would have died that day if you didn't have the will to keep on living. You've just changed states.

I'll contact you soon.
Valekin.

[Damien Kross, the Jester]

(1 of 3)

Dear Linda,

First off, I want to squash any ideas you may have had when you saw a Valentine's note in your locker. No baby, I don't want you to be my Valentine, and no baby, I don't have a crush on you. I know, it hurts... I'm sorry.

Anyways hun, dis the time of year to drop a few lines to those close to me, and as far as close friends come, you're somewhere in the top five or ten- don't judge me, I don't write fucking lists all day. So, I guess this plays out like Thanksgiving in my book, because as we BOTH know, Valentines Day is a bullshit scheme created by Hallmark and the Freemasons. The following are reasons I appreciate you Linda.

1. You know how to hurt people. You know how to hurt them well. I like a girl who knows how to hurt people.
2. You put up with me. That right there says a hell of a lot.
3. Let's face it, you got some tig'ol'biddies girl. - - Ugh, sorry, Jester got his two cents in... I just HAD to write this in fucking ink...
4. You like smoothies. I like smoothies. That's awesome. Right? RIGHT?

And that's all I got... I know, pathetic right? So I'm not much for listing things. But you know, from the times we've had together, even since all the way back to The Colossai, that what we have is an untouchable friendship- a stone-skinned titan and a sound-bending showman- an odd, yet fitting pair. Wouldn't you agree? Of course you agree.

Anyways, I hope this letter brightens your day or makes the birds sing or some shit like that. Regardless, I look forward to the many times we have ahead, and the many skulls you and I will crack in the near future.

Always watching,
Damien Willows Kross

P.S. - Not that I'm after it or anything like that, but if you suddenly, I dunno, wanna have sex or something, I wouldn't say no... erm... kthnxsbie

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Dear Mom,

Hey mommy! I know it's been a while since I last made contact with you, but things here in California have just been too wonderful! School is good- well, the classes are good- it's still violent. I know you'd rather me transfer or something, but it's something that I can deal with. You raised a smart young man.

I ran into Kate! Now, I know you think she's a backstabbing whore, but please, I don't want your next letter to be filled to the brim with profanity and awful slang terms about her. I still have feelings for her and as a mother, you should repsect that! So there! Haha!

I recieved your box of cookies in the mail yesterday, and boy howdy, were they tasty! You need to send me the recipie! They're just too good to live without. Plus, I'd be the most popular kid in school if I could spread the gift of those delicious chocolate chip infested mounds of happiness and joy... Mmm, I'm drooling just thinking about them.

Send my regards to dad, and make sure he doesn't do anything stupid with the hunting rifle I got him for his birthday. Last thing I need to hear is that Mr. Wilson got his head blown off for not cleaning up after his dog... We both know how dad can get... Oh, and make sure he takes his medication. We don't need another incident like last time.

Well, back to the real world for me mommy. I promise to get in touch with you again soon. Have a happy and safe Valentines Day.

Love, your wonderful son,
Damien Willows Kross

P.S.- Don't buy into any of this Valentine's communist bullshit. You know how I feel about it.

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Dear Kate,

I know that as soon as you open this letter, you're going to roll your eyes and sigh... I've learned to accept that- I've learned to accept the person you've become- as heartbreaking as it may be. It's an odd sensation... Seeing the girl I've loved for God knows how long become something she isn't... Furthermore, knowing that this transformation was because of me...

All I ask of you in the next couple minutes is that you read this letter- and I mean really read it- without thinking of things the way this new Kate does. I want the girl I knew last year to take in all these words.

This is where I should go back to our old issues and reflect on them and whatnot- but I'm not going to. I've repented what I've done, and unlike last time, you've accepted it. What I will do though, is talk about the future, because now, it's all that really matters. I'm done dwelling on the past.

I want things to be the way they used to be- before I ruined everything. I want us to pick up our lives together and be happy again... You say you're afraid to have your heart warmed- I know I'm afraid of breaking it again- but, as cliche as it may sound, I have no purpose here if you aren't with me...

So please, at least consider going back to those old times when we were both happy. Consider giving me the second chance I don't deserve.

Love always,
Damien Willows Kross

[chihiro]

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[olesya]

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Dear David,

Thanks for the letter, I don't really get them that often, what with the internet and text messaging now a days. It was really cool that you took the time to sit down and actually write one. So here goes on my end, but I warn you, I'm not really good at it. It's like having a one-way conversation, you know, in that kind-of-awkward-no-immediate-response sort of way. Not that you're awkward or that writing or talking to you is awkward, but I'm sure you felt the same way when writing out your letter. Maybe I should just get to the point, yeah?

Anyway..

I'm writing to let you know I'm not mad at you. I was mad that day in the courtyard, yes, but now that I look back on it I probably overreacted. Good thing I didn't hit you when you told me to, otherwise you'd have been walking around with a black eye. But admit it, it would have been kind of funny, right?

Oh, I'm really, really not good at writing letters. Never have been.

I had a penpal once in third grade. Someone from like, Europe or something (I honestly can't remember where, that's how much I don't like letters). But I remember the teacher getting mad at me because I just wanted to send them a paper airplane I made out of the paper we were supposed to be writing on. I thought it was thoughtful, but apparently she didn't.

Thank you for the talk at the shop, I really needed it. I don't mind that you're blunt in wanting to know things about me, it's just a touchy subject, one I've obviously not really come to terms with. I don't know what to do about it really, but at least it's a step in the right direction.

I've got your number now, and don't worry, I crumpled your letter up and ate it when I was done reading it. Just kidding. I'll give you a call and maybe you me and Em can go out for pizza. I'd love that.

Peace,
Les.


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Dear Nazi-boy Jon,

Thanks for the skateboard, Darien was pleased to have a replacement. He nearly kicked my ass to Hong Kong and back when I showed him the snapped one. But then when I said some crazy German who thinks he's a superhero, watches Disney movies, wears an eye patch and cooks really well broke it, he was a little more lenient (if he didn't think I was absolutely crazy).

So...Can I just start out by saying that you are possibly the most confusing, irritating, and amusing person I've met? Honestly when we first butted heads at the skate park, I thought you were nothing more than a cocky, neo-nazi sonnuvabitch with no manners. I never thought I'd hear from you again about that skateboard, that was just the impression that I got, you know with that whole 'giving a fake number and a strange name' sort of thing. Unfettered? Really? Why?

But then at the orphanage...I did not even recognize you at first. I love that you got rid of the nazi eye patch for something more tasteful. It makes you look better. But whatever. The suit and tie were a little much I think, but it just goes to show you can really clean up (is that the term?). Anyway...again you surprised me because I was certain the week with the orphan scenario would go absolutely horribly. And yet, it didn't. In fact it was a really awesome week.

You need to stop surprising me because I never know what to expect from you. It spins a girl's head around, you know? You gotta be some kind of lady killer right? Hah...I'm kidding.

Oh, by the way, I got a letter in the mail the other day, there's this program going on back at the orphanage called Big Brother Big Sister or something like that. I don't know if you got one too, but I guess Maddie's signed up for the program and looking for a teen mentor. I thought you might find that interesting. She really liked you.

Anyway, let me know when you want those lessons. You have my digits.

-Olesya


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Dear Stu,


Bonus:

[Written on the back of his letter in purple ink]

Dear Valekin,

I ain't afraid of no ghosts.

(And this is a gel pen. They were out of blood at the 7/11.)

XOXO,
Olesya

[Matrim Gallagher]

1)

To Sara,

Sara, let's face it. You need to get stronger. You're speed is alright, but you're kind of predictable at some point. So change it up a bit, shake things up in a fight alright? Makes it a little more interesting for the rest of us you know? Anyway, to continue on with what I was saying. The fact of the matter is that you have a good fighting spirit. I can see it, I can sense that, and I love that about you. I'm sure that if my fiancee were in Cali with me now you two would get along just great. While she's a little stronger then you, I'm sure that you two would be healthy competition for each other.

Seeing you and Travis is good for me, I hope that relationship is going well. He seems like an alright enough guy, I can't make a judgement call right at the moment since I haven't fought him yet, but he seems strong. When he jabbed those scissors into my shoulder it really really hurt even though I wasn't cut up at all. So that means he's got some strength to him. I'm sure if you stick close to him you'll become stronger too. Just try not to stay in his shadow at all, step up and be yourself sometime you know? I'd hate for you to end up relying on him. I know it may not be that way, but this is more of a preemptive warning.

See, with me and Reira (my fiancee), I was always protecting her back in the beginning. Always looking out for her and making sure she was safe. The truth was, when the moment came, there was nothing I could do to protect her. I wasn't always there for her, and she was at risk for being seriously hurt. So become strong, it's ok for Travis to protect you and help you out if a situation like that ever arises, but just remember to be independent as a fighter. When you are strong enough, you'll know. And when that day comes you will be a force to reckon with.

The truth is, Qi reflects a persons personality, and knowing the spitfire of a fighter you are, as explosive and angry as you can be, I've got to admit I'm a little terrified to find out what you are truly capable of. Anyway, happy singles awareness day, thank god that doesn't apply to either of us.

Love,
Matrim.

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Dear Reira,

I know that I don't have to tell you the extent of my love for you. You know that, I show it to you every chance I get. The fact is that you've always been there for me, and you've always helped me. When I met you I was just a scared kid with some unresolved problems with my father. But you helped me through all that, and in you I found something I hadn't known before, love. Not just in love type of love, but actual caring. Ever since then it's been nothing but you and me, even through all of our rough patches.

I want you to know that I do feel terrible about leaving you in Alaska like that. I know I should have told you and talked to you, instead I did what any sane man who didn't want to incur the wrath of his fiancee did. I left a post it note and ran like hell. So while I know you are a bet angry with me for that, please do try to understand that it was something I needed to do. There weren't enough fighters in Alaska, I needed to find a bigger city. Not just a small town. After all, there are only so many times I can get my ass kicked by the same teacher before I eventually just get stronger then them. Then what? I needed something new. And I found that here.

I know you're a fighter too, so I hope you come join me. I have a place we can stay, it's nothing special, but the truth is that I miss you quite terribly. Please, come join me here. The truth is there are a lot of challenges for you here too. I know you've been getting into fighting as well, there is no use in trying to hide the fact from me. I remember our match where I barely won, your strong Reira. With or without your Qi you're a good fighter. Alex seemed to do a good job making sure of that. So please, forgive me for leaving you like that, come live with me and go to 259.

Love Always,
Your Fiancee.

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Dear Kate,

Alright, I'll say it, you're a damn good fighter. I've got the edge on you it seems in our win to loss ratio, but that last one was entirely too close for comfort. I propose that from now on we don't stop fighting each other, that way we won't allow the other one to get lazy. A bit of friendly competition and such, that is, if you're into fighting. I love fighting myself, but I'm also a bit strange when it comes down to it. Either way, I'm sure that together we could keep fighting and become stronger.

I'm sure by now your asking yourself why in the world you agreed to fighting in that knife edge match. My foots sliced up pretty bad myself, although it'll take more then a few stitches to keep me down. I'll probably get into another fight before this letter is even finished being written. If that happens I'll make sure not to get my right hand busted up.

I'm not sure who all you've fought here, but there are some strong fighters. Maybe we could make a competition out of it. See who can do better against a certain fighter. Hell, maybe even see who can last longer against a dragon. After all, they are some of the strongest in the school, and I've been aching to fight Mathew. I got to know who the better Matt is. Anyway, I guess I'll see you at one of your parties, I'll make sure to bring Reira.

Oh, and I didn't mean anything by the outfit. I'm sure it's stylish for you, I just have my own tastes of fashion. And while I don't judge people by what they wear, I knew that would be a soft spot considering how much you put into your looks. But just keep doing what your doing girl, because in all honesty you are a looker. I'm sure with your attitude and looks you'll get the attention of a lot of boys at this school. Anyway, see you around.

Matrim.

P.S. Vodka? Really? I don't understand why people love that stuff. I personally find it gross unless you mix it with other stuff....