Heart-to-Heart (February 2009)

[Sara Gallagher]

Dear Travis,

Hey sweetie. How are you this lovely Valentines Day? How long has it been now since we started dating? I'll never forget how happy I felt that day in the courtyard when we kissed for the first time. You were so sweet, so shy. It was so funny to see that side of you, it made me feel so giddy, and so happy. Every morning I wake up and can't believe how lucky I am to have you in my life. You were a friend to me from the very beginning, when I made an utter fool of myself when my bag broke in the hallway. From the first moment you stopped to help me pick up my things I have liked you. It took me so long to figure that out. So long. I can't believe how blind I was, and I can only regret that I wasn't able to figure it out sooner, if only to gain another month with you. But I want to say, the discovery of what was between us could not have been more perfect. Like the fairy tail every girl wishes she had.

I have so much respect for you Travis. You treat me with respect and kindness, and I love that. I love everything about you. You are an amazing fighter, and you trust in my abilities as a fighter. You have shown that much to me when we fight. Although I know you still worry about me. Don’t think I haven’t seen you sneaking around, following me. And I appreciate that. You also treat me so well. After our fight in the park, I know I can trust you, and count on you when I need it. The fact that you would meet in a park in the middle of the night with just a phone call… is more of a relief then you’ll ever know. You’re the type who gives and gives and expects nothing in return. But I want to give to you, even if it’s only being there when you need it.

I want you to know… My mother would never approve of you <3. But who the hell cares. You’re a “bad boy”, the type every mother worries about their daughters falling for, and warns them about from the moment they can walk. My mother warned me, just like every other mother. And so far, you have proven her wrong in every respect. There’s so much more I want to say to you, so much more I want to do and experience with you. I get so scared I’m going to scare you away saying things like this to you, but I need to say it. I think… I might…. Possibly… Maybe… Love you.

With love,

Sara Quinn
<3

P.S. If this does scare you… and you feel the urge to run… I know where you live…

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Dear Russian Kid,

Wow… awkward… I don't know your name. I never got it. Never even thought to ask for it. And I greatly regret that. I don’t even know that you would realize who I am. I don’t even know that this letter will reach you, without being able to put a name on it. I am the bitch who offended you, disrespected you and your background, and started a pointless, meaningless, primitive fight with you. Over nothing.

This letter... Is written in the hopes that you can find the mercy to forgive me for what I did to you. I didn't mean what I said to you. None of it. Not about you directly, or about your heritage and background. The Russian people are an amazingly strong, hardworking, and respectable people. I said something along the lines of “you don’t belong here”. This one sentence I regret more then anything I said. You do belong here, and I welcome people like you. You’re more beneficial to our society then most people who lived here their whole lives, and deserve so much more in their lives then you have. I want you to know that I know what I did was wrong, and I didn’t mean it. And it has bothered me everyday that has gone by since we fought. I know I offended you, probably more then I meant to, and it was all on purpose. I wish I could try to explain what was going through my mind, but it would only be an offence to you to try to explain why I would do something so cruel and mean.

I can only tell you that I think our fight was amazing. I loved it. I can only say that fighting with you helped me more then you’ll ever know. There was something I had hoped to accomplish with that fight, and you gave me exactly what I needed. And for that I thank you.

I don’t know whether you already have a Valentine, or whether there is someone you wish could be your Valentine, but I do hope that you get everything you ever wanted, because you deserve it.

Sincerely,

Sara Quinn
<3

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Dear Matrim,

Where the hell have you gone?! I find the fact that you break my ankle and then completely turn my whole world upside down spouting crap about magic powers and thinking your bloody superman, and then you run off, never to be seen again, completely and utterly infuriating. If I ever see you again, I demand a rematch. I’m going to kill you for running off like a pansy bitch. This is supposed to be a letter of love and acceptance, but instead I’m left writing it with feelings of anger, resentment and confusion. Why would you leave like that? You seemed like you wanted to help me come to understand what was happening, help me get my life back on track, but instead you disappear, never to be seen again.

Let me tell you though… I thought our fight was pretty good. I feel though that I held back. Being in a school hallway made me feel awkward and unsure of myself while we were fighting, and I held back. I am sorry for that, I should have shown you more respect and fought harder. You deserve that much. Also, I want to apologize. I pulled a bitch move when I lied to you and kicked you in the nuts. I shouldn’t have done that. That was disrespectful and dishonourable of me. You were right about that much, and it took your yelling to help me understand that.

Know that no matter what I say in this letter, or what it might appear I think of you, or what I might say… I respect you. You have amazing abilities, and you’re an amazing fighter. I am completely in awe of your strength. If we ever get the chance to speak again, and the chance to meet, I would love to be your friend. I wish I could learn from you, I think there is so much you could teach me. But what you read in this letter, is the only nice thing you’ll ever hear from me about you. And even now, I’m done. Don’t let your ego explode.

I don’t know your love situation, but I know you spoke of a fiancé. I saw the ring. It was beautiful. I don’t know what is going on between you and your love, but I wish you only the best, especially her for having to put up with your cocky ass self. You talk to much. Poor girl…

With love and hate,

Sara Quinn
<3

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Dear Mathew,

You are a pompous, cocky, rude, dangerous, psychotic bastard. We don’t share the same views, and we don’t have the same beliefs. Everything you say, I disagree with. Everything you do, I would have done the opposite. Your ideals frighten me. Your attitude enrages me to the point that my mind is clouded and all I want to do is tear your ego inflated head off your shoulders. The only thing that I can agree with you on is vision. The way you want the world to be. But I can’t agree with your approach to creating this world.

I have only one compliment for you. I can see how people can become sucked in by you ((OOC - only time I’ll ever say it )). There’s something there that would attract people to you. You have a way of talking about your self and what you want to do that draws people in. You have a way with words, an innate ability to speak. I hate it. You’re so sure of yourself that it sickens me. You can talk about every evil deed you’ve ever done with a smile on your face, and feel proud. I can’t say I can understand how or why you would do that. I can only pray that I would never get on your bad side. Let me tell you now. Although I am against everything you stand for, everything you believe in, I will not stand against you. You’re far to dangerous for me to do something as stupid as think I can fight you.

The only person who loves you is yourself. I pray it stays that way, because I pity every girl who comes in contact with you. You’re a real charmer, and I would think there is a whole bunch of girls that you have wound around your finger. They’re idiots, children at heart and in mind. I don’t know that there is woman alive who could handle you. And that isn’t a compliment. I would rather die then compliment you.

… You are such an enigma to me, I don’t know what to think of you. You intrigue me, despite all the faults I see in you. I would love to get into your mind and dissect it as I try to figure you out. Hopefully, the procedure would leave you brain dead, and I wouldn’t have to worry about you anymore, but as I think doing that to you would be illegal, I will have to settle for getting to know you better. I hope you will seek me out again, because I am damn well not coming to you, and we could get to know each other better.

I hope someone crucifies you,

Sara Quinn
… no heart for you…

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Dear David

[Katsuri Katashi]

Dear Layla,

Hello you foxy wheelchair lady.

You know who this is. Wink wink. It is the mountain of a man you love so much, heh, as if, but I love you too snookums. Well, it was nice getting back in to town and finding out you were still around after all I had feared that you had left and I would never see you again.. it made me a said leviathan you know. All joking aside, it is nice to know someone whom is more on a professional level rather than merely the rest of the students running around the school.

Plus. I mean come on now, you have telekinesis for crying out loud, how awesome is that compared to the rest of the students whom have like fireballs and stuff like that? Super awesome. That’s how much. By the way, dinner? Was great to finally go out on a date with someone older then me, even if you are not that much older. People were starting to look at me as if I were a pedophile.. I was getting the feeling the FBI would be banging on my door, and some how I would end up on that show where they catch the guys whom try to lure young little boys and girls to a meeting place.. or actually go over to their places like dumbasses and get butt ass naked for a cable TV show. I mean seriously right?

Ah well. Life goes on right? I would love to get together again sometime in the future, maybe next time I could cook for you? I make one hell of a fishermens stew, its awesome “warming” food, just fills you up and makes you feel all good inside you know what I mean? Plus, I have some vintage white wine that would go good along side it, a real “high class” dinner of sorts, white-table cloth, candles, soft music, maybe the stars above? Any how, I guess I should end this letter before I start to ramble.. well, I guess I should say before I ramble anymore.

With Love,
Katsuri

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Dear Jenna,

You know, I sat down to think about how to go through this letter, and found that despite our relationship, no matter how short that may be, it is still accounted for something. I felt a real connection to you. ( Do not know if Hiroko had anything to do with that or not, after all, we were close but at the same time, you can never really tell can you? ) which is a good thing in a relationship right?

In the end I suppose you should chock it up to how close we have come.. I mean. I trusted you with things I do not just tell everyone I meet, and at the same time I think you did the same with me, not that I am going to just blab about them in this letter.. I mean you never know who will see this right? There could be some nosy ass postman looking at this right now.. Yea. Im talking to you Bob. Seal this fricken envelope back up and get your ass back to work before I call your boss.


Think I fooled the guy at all? Hehe. Anyways, I am just writing this letter to let you know that what I told you came from the heart, just like my feelings for you.. although I will not lie and say that certain other portions of a persons anatomy were not involved, most of my actions came from good will towards you.. at least after we got out of the office building, I know I was a real dick back there, and I apologize.. but hey, since Hiroko did not get to meet your Uncle, maybe I can make it up to you by meeting with him sometime yea? Sound good? Let me know. Oh.. and seriously? Consider the marriage option, it may just make you happy in the long run.. pluuus, its always a good thing to seal away business deals with love of some kind.. even if it is only a show that we put on for them yea?

With care and love,
Katsuri Katashi

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Dear Sara,

This is not an easy thing to write, especially not after I put you through, but you know what? I do not care. I am writing it anyways. I think you’re hot for one, even if you are a little on the smaller side ( That’s what makes you even more sexy by the way. )

Besides Sara, you know we have a chemical connection ( Wink wink. You know what I mean. =D ), so I mean its only logical that I would write you a valentines letter right? Guess I am not so much a secret admirer no more though am I.. since you know.. the wise crack I made above about chemicals.. ahh screw it. This is that really biiig guy Sara. You know. The guy that brought you to the wing bar.. the one that got in a fight with your boyfriend ( Fun times. )

Anyways. I just wanted to let you know that even though you may think what you will about me, I am here for you.. you know, if you happen to need anything, I can not say how sorry I am for introducing you to you know what.. but you have to admit.. the stuff is fun is it not? Besides. In a couple of moths you’ll be so used to the stuff that It’ll just bring on a mild buzz, not give you the full package anymore ( Bummer right? At least you will not have to deal with the shakes anymore though.. that is unless you stop using the stuff for a looong period of time. ) I guess I should admit that the stirring of my loins is not always a mistake.. you are a hottie after all.. you can not blame me for feeling the way I do can you?

I should probably wrap this up now huh? I promise I will not tell anyone about that extreme appetite you hide in such a petite body for food.. also.. don’t show this to Travis, he might get jealous again over nothing.. ~_^

With love,
Katsuri

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Bonus:
Dear Kate,

Hi blondie. This is for valentines day incase you were wondering why I just suddenly decided to send off a letter to you all of a sudden.. also… how did I get your address? Um. Lets just call it an ancient Chinese secret and get onto the meat of the letter yea?

I figured I should tell you how I feel, you know, it being blooming hallmark card day and all. You’re a hottie, a real hottie. I love that fiery attitude of yours, and to top it all off you’ve got a smokin’ little body to go along with that sizzling temper. You’re a real bad girl, and I like that in a woman.

With Love,
The Mountain

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Bonus:

Dear Roxy,

How can I start off this letter without first saying thank you for mine? Well. Thank you obviously. Now onto the good part, where I praise you like the crazed fan I am right? You're beautiful, have a sense of humor, intelligent, and regardless of what you said about yourself anyone can cook ( and if you do not believe it, I offer personal tutoring sessions, pretty woman like yourself would not even have to pay. ~_^ ). Add all these things together and what do you get? The woman that seemed to baffle me the other day when we were near the boardwalk, you know, the sort of thick, wonderfully curvy girl whom takes care of herself, and is just a straight up babe.. you know anyone like that?

Well. If you do have her call me. ( XXX-787-9989 My cell. ) I admire a girl with an appetite as well, can not stand those twigs that would eat an almond and then cry they were too fat. You know the sort.. they make horribly lovers because all you have to grab onto is bones, and it feels all weird.. ew. Now I am shivering from the thought of it, and I do not mean the way you had me shivering at thoughts the other day. By the way? About your letter? I’ll take you up on an oil rub down anytime anywhere, so long as I get to repay the favor, after all, you should know by my choices of hobbies I am good with my hands.

I guess I should start to wrap this up before I start randomly professing my undying never ending love for you, would look a bit cheesy in the first “love” letter I write to you yea? However, if you happen to like cheesy stuff, I am still indeed single, and I am on the lookout for a beautiful woman to call my own so I can be her knight in shining armor.. or if you’re into that sort of thing, I can always be your damsel, with someone like you? I do not think I’d care either way.

With Love,
Katsuri Katashi ( Now you have my last name and I have yours. Mm, btw, love? Oh come on. You were made for me and me for you. ~_^ )

[Stu Pott]

((I GOTZ TIME RIGHT!?))

Stu dragged off that cigarette, sitting in that wore out alley. He puffed, a notebook held in hand, resting against his knees, a pen in the other...

He was never that good with words...

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Dear Sara,

I know I beat you up a bit. And for that, I am sorry. However, you have to forgive me, for I am a fucked up individual. Things have been running through my head... and truly I am sorry for all that I've done.

I didn't mean to throw you through the ceiling. I really didn't! You'll have to forgive me for that. I wasn't thinking correctly. It was not something I am proud of... well, it was kinda cool, wasn't it? Sorry!

Oh... and I'm sorry I headbutt uppercutted you... I hope I didn't chip a tooth or anything! I don't know what I was thinking... If you have any medical bills, I might be able to help pay them... I love how you kept fighting though! It was very admirable, don't let me give you any shit, kay?

I'm also sorry I supplexed you into that locker row as well. I didn't mean to hurt you... well I did at the time, but I didn't mean it, not in hindsight!

So... Yeah... I'm not to good at writing these things. How are you? HOw are things? Did you ever get your head looked at after I stomped on you and hit you and all that?

Like I said... really sorry. You seemed like a really nice girl. I didn't mean to be a jerk! I think I'm apologizing too much, am I? I just wanted to let you know that I'm truly and deeply sorry. You didn't deserve what I did to you. I hope your teacher let you off the hook. If not, give me his name...

I'll take care of him for you. Just give the word.

Anyways, just saying sorry again. If you want to talk about it, I will gladly do it. You just say the word. I'll even bring you flowers! Or something? I don't know. I don't mean for this to be a date or anything. Sorry if it came off like that. Sorry. Man, I'm sound like a fool, so I will just say it again;

Once again. Sorry!

-Stu

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Stu thought about who else he could write to... what other women does he know? Only one... But she would be last

Cody! Yes, cody... He had some apologizing to do... more it seemed.

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Hey Cody

Sorry man! I totally beat the shit out of you, and I feel awful. I kinda put your head through a D J stand... and I just want to say I am sorry. I did not mean to hurt you... you seemed like a good enough guy.

A bit arrogant, but who of us isn't? I know I was. I kinda started it. But, anyways I just wanted to apologize, and ask for your forgiveness.

I just feel like sometimes I do things I do not want to do. Like something takes over me. I'm really sorry. Just, didn't mean to kick your ass. Or really hurt you. Just kinda happened that way.

And I'm also sorry that I kinda smashed your face up a bit with my foot. I wasn't thinking correctly. Things haven't been going well considering my social situation. Trying to iron those things out. I kinda took it out on you, and I know I should not have. Really sorry about that.

So, how're things? Your arm better? Sorry about that too. Any perspective girlfriends? Any wives? Daughters? Any cute family? Just kidding.

But seriously... We should hang out sometime, get a beer, relax, talk about what happened. I was just wondering if you're half as cool as a fighter you are. I was surprised. I didn't expect you to put up much of a fight, but you did, and for that, i am glad. I love it when someone actually fights back, and that is what you did.

Anyways, I just wanted to apologize. I hope I didn't hurt you too badly. You put up a hell of a fight, and I feel connected to you on another level. like brothers. But, we beat on each other.

You know what I mean?

Anyways, last time, i am really sorry. Give me a call some time? We can hang out or something. Whatever, you know?

Alright, peace man,
- Stu

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Stu folded over the sheet, and started penning the last one... which he figured would be the easiest one for him to write.

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Olesya,

I'm sorry. I love you.

I've been a fool. Overly so. I... I don't know what to say. I just want to be friends, to hold you, to make everything better. I want to make everything the way it was before, I want to be the man that makes sure you're safe, and I want to experience things with you.

I want you to call me, and laugh about your day, or cry about your pain. I want to revel in your accomplishments and pull you out of a pit of failure. I want to be your anchor, your keystone.

I just want to be there.

I've done a lot to piss you off. I've been stupid. I've made mistakes. I've hurt you, and damaged you, and broken your heart, and its all been my fault, and mine alone.

I can not keep doing this. I've been awful.

I can understand if you never want to see me again. I deserve as much. I deserve worse. However, do not think that I do not love you. I love you. I love you I love you I love you I love you. You complete me, you are everything I am not, and everything that I need.

I just want you to be happy though. I will stop communicating with you. I will apologize, I will pay you back in any way you deem necessary.

I'm so sorry. I... I... I love you. I have loved you since the moment I met you. I do not want to scare you. You are my everything, and you always have been.

I have moved. I do not live in the boarding house anymore. I have an apartment, on 3rd avenue. If you want to talk... meet me there Do not call before hand... my phone number has changed. I have been forced to do many, many things I regret... And hurting you was one of them.

I love you.

- Stu


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Stu took the notes. He enveloped them, and dumped them into a post office box.

[Roxy]

(Ooc Since I happen to have only had three interactions so far and they happened to be guys. Guess I'll use them...Course these kinda sound silly since I really didn't have much time to interact to produce better letters -.-' But its for the fun of it.)

Dear Gabriel Seran,

Frankly I don’t know why I would have to write a letter to someone I barely know. I mean I spent a whole what 45 minutes with you? But the teacher insists that I partake in this activity and in such here is your following letter.

Truthfully words can not express the gratitude that you have shown me nor the how much of an ignoramus you become after leaving me within the courtyard on my first day to this school. Sure I’m new and I am sure there is some kick about leading girls on and then dropping them like a hat. Im all good for fun and games but seriously dude you have some serious problems with being a not so friendly escort.

Sure I thought you cute with your eyes and your slick hair. I would have even been tempted to ask you out. Frankly that time has come and gone. Your cute, but not that cute. I have standards. I mean a girl can not just go on looking for a man who suddenly drops off the earth because they didn’t answer a question the way they wanted it answered. I am not about to just go and sign up for whatever you got going on. If you did that to others and they signed up Im sure they are half witted and unable to tie their shoes without help. I could be wrong but for someone to say ‘Sure I’ll go ahead and sign my life away’ in my view is idiotic.

People have different views on what war is to them. Sure I get it you don’t want people to get hurt nor do you want the big bad guys to win. But really in the end your just as bad as them. Sometimes it takes a little more than a fist to make things come to an end. Have you asked yourself that. Bad guys nor not you can’t just expect every Dick and Harry to happily sign up. That’s like painting a bulls eye on their back without them knowing what they are getting into. Specially when you don’t even know if they could protect themselves.

Anyway. I guess I have to end this nicely since after all its supposed to be a nice letter. Hope you find what your looking for. Have a good V day.

Sincerely,
Roxy Love

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Hey Sexy Katsuri,

Now that I think about it. I didn’t catch your last name and if I did it must have slipped my mind. A shame really. But I’m sure we will run into each other again if not under the pier where I know your bag, filled with bricks, happens to be waiting.

I’m just writing to let you know that I had such a blast the other day at the pier. Frankly it was a little scary at first but don’t take that the wrong way. I mean your like so much taller and bigger than most guys, any girl like myself can find it a little intimidating but not in the way that you might think. Now don’t think that it’s a bad thing cause honey your such a hottie. Im sure you get all the girls blood to boil with a rock hard bod like yours.

The first thing I couldn’t help but think that day was damn I wish I was pressed by him. Your like a mountain I want to conquer. But don’t think Im easy honey. Every girl has a fantasy and baby you might just fit that bill. I could see a bottle of oil with your name on it in the future. Nothing is better than some smooth jazz and a candle light rub down when those big muscles of yours get sore.

So before I get your mind filling up with too many naughty thoughts just know that if you should happen to still be an eligible bachelor look me up and we can have a real good time. But you better watch out, I will forewarn you, I am a tease. So if you wanna play you better bring your “A” game.

Until next time sweets.


Ps. My numbers on the bottom should you ever need anything and I do mean anything.

(ooc-shakes head shamelessly)
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Dear ... (To be Continued)

[Delilah A. Black]

Sighing, Delilah sat in her room with her back against the wall, tapping the back of her pen away restlessly against her note pad. She felt nervous for some stupid reason. Where to begin, where to begin? She had the three people in mind, but...

"Well," she thought "Maybe if I just start writing it'll all pour out."

So she began.

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Rem,

Long time no talk, huh? Listen, I'm sorry about everything that's gone on between you and I. I really am. Everything was just...moving too quickly for me. Much, much to quickly. I did love you, I wasn't lying when I said that, though you must think I did and am now. You were my first real boyfriend, the only person in my life who ever really, genuinely cared about me. I mean it. Remember when you went after The Monster after what he did to my neck? You almost got yourself killed that night. You had me worried out of my frigging mind. I'll never forget what you did for me, even if it WAS incredibly stupid of you, it still made me really smile for the first time in a long time. It had been so long since I felt anyone gave a damn what happened to me, least of all someone I barely knew. Thank you for that.

I'm sorry for the way it ended (I have THE worst temper on the face of the planet, I know) but I really needed it to end then and there. I couldn't lead you on and 'hope for the best', I'm not that kind of girl. When something dies, it dies, and there was no hope of fixing us...me, really, I was the problem. I simply wasn't ready for that commitment. I wasn't ready to be with someone for more than a couple years, let alone be married. I didn't exactly stop loving you, or fall out of love, but...I wonder if it really was love? I know that sounds horrible and it feels horrible saying it, but it's the truth. If it was love, you were my first. We had a lot of good times together. You supported me through everything. You did nothing wrong....it was all me. Love is supposed to not be possessive or restraining, but that was the way I felt. I had to hold back for you (not that you were holding me back, but I had to keep making sure you would be fine with whichever decision I made). In the end, I thought it migt be fixable, but when you brought that up, I knew it wasn't.

I tried to make this the least amount of painful possible. I hope you understand. I'm sorry.

Delilah.

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Saint,

Hey, it's been a while. I know you and I only really met once, and neither of us know eachother very well, but I think I need to explain a few things to you. Here goes.

When I came to you about the idea of Militia as a bad thing I was really worried when it came to the school. I love 259, despite everything fucked up about it. And you gotta admit, it's pretty effed up. I wanted to protect my home, my one sanctuary, the only place I've ever felt real, alive. And that's still the case. I want to protect my home school, but the way I thought was right at the time, taking down Militia and Winters with it, is not the way to go. I see what he sees now. He's keen on defending the school against it's corrupted nature, like I am. I knew it was corrupt, but I thought it could have been fixed. It's not. The place is unfixable in the state it's in. 259 needs radical change, a complete 180 do over. I think Winters can do that. It's why I joined him.

I really honestly hope that nothing goes awry and I end up having to fight you or become your enemy. That REALLY won't end well for either of us (not just fight wise). Besides, I like you. Not like that, don't get me wrong, but you're one of the few guys I've met, like EVER, that I can actually call a 'good guy' and really mean it. That's hard to find. You were not only a leader and a figurehead of justice for our school, but you were intellegent, smart and, well, Saintly. I'm proud to call you a 'friend' even if we're only aquantinces.

Anyway, this is awkward now. I hope to talk to you later. Ciao.

Delilah.

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Winters,

Where do I begin? I dunno, so I'm just gonna get right into it. Remember when I worked in your restaurant a while back? Little spring chicken that I was? (I had no idea how to cook by the way, I totally lied on my resume. But I wanted to learn!) I loved working with you. You were so nice and amicable with me, not to mention patient. God, I was a horrible chef, but I didn't have the confidence to actually become a waitress. 'I'm not pretty enough', I thought, 'Grace? What grace?', 'Aren't waitresses supposed to be nice and friendly? None of which I am?'. Well, while all of that is true (I will admit nothing less) you made me be nicer and friendlier because you were that way with me. I'm grateful for that.

On the topic of being known to you as a sibling, I'm still happy about that. I'm an only child, so I've never had someone look out for me the way you do. I was angry when I heard your restaurant had been burned down, that was one of my favourite places to go after school. Thanks for accepting the money I gave you, I know it was a good investment I put into very capable hands...I think of you as a brother because no one else really...'gets' me, you know? All you had to do was kind of give me that knowing smile and nod your head, put a comforting hand on my shoulder and I would know that you honestly and genuinely sympathized.

Do you believe in soul mates? I know, weird question, but it's important. I think I do. I didn't before, but that was because I didn't know how to define one. It doesn't have to be taken in a romantic context, but I think that's what you and I might be. Two people who actually understand what the other is thinking, know eachother without really having to try, better than anyone, even family. That seems special to me. I don't think you've had anyone else who really understands you either...I don't think I really understand you, but I get the feeling that I'm close. Maybe closer than you or I would like. The thing is that I don't think that's bad at all. I kinda like it. WHOA where did that come from? Anyway, I'm going to wrap this up before I get any mushier. Bring it up to anyone else and I'll kill you. I swear I will.

So...yeah. Talk to you later. I hope you feel better since that fight you had with Rem/me. You and I should, I dunno train together some time or something.

Fraulen Black.

[Gabriel Seran]

Dear Emily

I understand how over this time things have been rough for you, they’ve been rough to all of us. What I wanted to speak with you about is fortunately on a much lighter not, a time we may look for on the rise, sometime where we can look to each other with hope. Valentine’s Day is approaching or has already come and passed depending upon when this letter may reach you. As far as I can recall, we have been acquaintances, though I would prevail to be more, don’t feel startled of course I am not that brash against what rumors you may hear. But I hope that after all that has occurred we can be friends, in a close sense of the word. Love for one another, a mutual trust and affection for I know that I would give up whatever you asked of me to do, that is how much trust you’ve revealed to me and inevitably I will do whatever is asked of me in return for that which you’ve given me. Friendship and hope for brighter days ahead. The day seems so very long as we walk along these dark paths but so long as we’re together we can light up the darkness around us. This is me giving it my all for whatever may come to pass, whether it be Dragon, Reaper, or the very God I’ve served for so long, you hold priority over all the rest. Trust me with your blade and we shall break upon those who seek to sheath theirs within us, before they have any knowledge.
Or if things come to an awkward standstill I could be just that strange man in the corner rambling off French to you expecting you to somehow understand it. Whatever path unfolds here’s to looking for a brilliant time. Though taking you out for a night on the town and celebrating would seem to be a bad idea concerning the awkward situation last time. I wish you good fortune, good friends and good times ahead, rest assured I will be there by your side

-Yours truly,
Gabriel Seran

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Dear Bastille

Thought we’ve only clashed thrice over the last few months I feel a strange connection with you, something transcending. Whether that be the right word or not pay little heed to it for what I’m trying to get at is that though your path may be different than mine is at the moment something must be guiding our paths to collide, no? At first glimpse I never expected you to live out the night, the blade cut deep into you, and I’m sure that shards are still buried deep within. Is that why you fight bitterly against everyone who want to consol you? Is that why you fight those who care? That second time I remember you finally coming down from behind your walls, you were finally human for one not so much as arrogant as you had been when you were dying before me. And do you know the hardest part? It’s like watching someone you love die, feeling so helpless before them unable to help to stop their bleeding. Can you sympathize with that? I wish not to see that again, but I do want to see you happy, not this morose little creature time and torture has made you out to be. You are far stronger than people give you credit for, and in a sense far too afraid to give into those small fancies.
What I suggest for you this Valentine’s Day is to do something you truly love and hold onto it with what you hold dear. Whatever it may be hold onto it, enjoy it even just this once it wouldn’t hurt to show some emotion, some cause of worth.
The roads ahead are windy of course but I have no doubt that you can pull through them, just like that ridiculous scene in the “doctor’s” office you fighting for whatever you could get a hold of yet still determined to kill yourself with the cigarettes. You never cease to surprise me. I would care to wish you a happy Valentine’s Day and truly I do mean it, yet you still owe me a duel…

-Sincerely,
Gabriel Seran

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Dear Roxy

I appreciate the letter you sent me, though I had expected it to be under better terms than once I had actually begun to read it. I would first of all like to extend my greatest apology presenting how truly sorry I am for perhaps treating you unethically. There is no excuse for me leaving you there I should have been more thoughtful of what had been unfolding. I do however not see this as truly a bad thing, though it seems that you have gotten a wrong impression of me, would you allow me to make it up to you some way? Dinner perhaps? I can assure you that I will not leave you waiting at the table this time as the check arrives. I do not believe that I am that harsh.
As a side note to this initially apologetic letter, I’d like to wish of you a happy Valentine’s day, seeing as it is customary around these parts to extend wishes of love and compassion to beautiful members of the opposite sex. I would be honored to have shared a Valentine with you.
Back to my prior concern, you and I, my overall intention was not to abandon you, not in the slightest. In fact I mean nothing of the sort to have lead you astray. Let’s talk about this one on one some time I can assure you myself that I am no half witted Dick or Harry trying to scam you out of your life (I do not even know this Dick or Harry or whatever they are responsible for), What my purpose was to find you a place to feel comfortable even if it meant that I could have a better knowledge of you. What I’m trying to say is besides being flustered, I truly wanted to get to know you better and my only thought process lead me to the option I took. All I’m asking for is a little trust. Take that as you will, but the offer still remains…will you join me this Valentine’s Day?

With love,
Gabriel Seran

[Katsuri Katashi]

NOTICE!

Anyone planning to do their letters will need to get them in soon. I am extending the deadline until this Friday ( March, 6th 2009 ) in light of recent issues. If you have your letters in by then I will accept them.

For those of you whom have completed their letters you can take your rewards.

This includes:

• Mathew Amtrum - 5 Letters; 1776 Words
  
• Bastille - 3 Letters; 1260 Words
  
• Adrian Hanlon - 3 Letters; 1369 Words
  
• David Blaze - 3 Letters; 1286 Words
  
• Kate - 3 Letters; 1175 Words
  
• Valekin - 5 Letters; 1934 Words
  
• Matrim Gallagher - 3 Letters; 1205 Words
  
• Sara Quinn - 4 Letters; 1776 Words
  
• Katsuri Katashi - 5 Letters; 1570 Words
  
• Stu-Pot - 3 Letters; 1152 Words
  
• Delilah Black - 3 Letters; 1340 Words
  
• Gabriel Seran - 3 Letters; 1085 Words
  
• Emily - 3 Letters; 1299 Words
  

For those of you who came close, but did not get your Cubano Cigaro, you broke someones heart since they did not get your letter, thus you get the following: +1 XP; Broken Glass Heart Pieces 5lbs ( +5 CHA )

List Includes:

• Mitsuki - 3 Letters; 880 Words
  
• Linda Osako - 3 Letters; 850 Words
  
• Damien Kross - 3 Letters; 943 Words
  
• Olesya - 3 Letters; 801 Words
  
• Roxy Love - 2 Letters; 745 Words
  

Anyone not currently on the list above, or on the secondary "Broken Heart" list has until the 6th to make their letters longer or get their letters up here.

Good luck <3

["Unfettered"]

And So We Say Our Hellos, Our Greetings... And Our Goodbyes.

...The German looked over the small pile of Valentine letters. All open neatly. All neatly put back in, the way they came, just a few slight tears on the envelope showing that it had been tended to at all. Just "Unfettered," sitting in the darkness of his rather large and expansive room, with all of its rather old looks to it. Of all things, he was looking things over by two tall, large candles, posted on both edges of his desk, re-positioned so that he wouldn't hurt his eyes, as he had about him several sheets of slightly blue, blank paper. He had a tired look in his face, as he reached back to knot his long hair into a ponytail, the wrinkles under his eyes very, very evident.

He had on a short-sleeved white shirt, blue jeans, and some boxers. Other then that, he was just completely barefoot, walking on the oak flooring. Smelled of previously cooked meals that had wafted and stuck themselves onto the roof of the restaurant. Where to begin? Ah, right... Hunching over slightly, he wistfully picked his fountain pen, and whisked it away. A girl who had confessed her love to him... The one whose feelings he felt uncertain about. Yes. Her.

Em.

To Em,

How long has it been now? Two years? One? ...I think one and a half years, by now. Probably wrong. Back to all the way when I was just starting up my restaurant, and was in need of some advertisement. I was open-minded, I saw potential---I never dreamed that I'd see you grow to become the School Captain of Public High School #259.

...Nor did I expect to grow a slight interest in you, ever since I came back from Germany, about last or two summers ago. It was strange, though... Back when Chocorem basically made you confess your feelings to me. I thought I'd be happy, but the only things I could remember were my past relationship(s), and why I'd cut that previous one to a halt. Even now, my feelings for you are muddled and unclear, though I do know I carry a modest level of personal affection for you.

You are most definitely strong. Stronger then even me. I enjoyed our date… I really did, even if I didn’t look like it, but that’s just me being difficult as usual. As a person, I enjoy being with you in general. That tenacity, that will to carry on, that stubbornness, that skill---Yet, I must admit… I may have been slightly turned off when you were the one to confess to me, and when you were the one to ask me on a date. Don’t get me wrong---I want to get to know you. Two major things conflict with that: 1) My goals, known and personal… I am not at a point where I am willing to compromise it, yet at the same time, I want to make sure that I can keep you close. 2) I just… need time. Time to develop as a person, time to get to know you as a friend, time to settle my mind.

I have no doubt that if its not me, that whoever you are to end up with. However, until that time… Forgive me, but I feel selfish. I want to make sure to keep you close.---Though, if you are to fall in love with the transfer, David Blaze… I would not stop you. I trust this man to protect the school. I trust him capable of protecting most anything, when he’s available. I am… fairly certain that I would be at ease, knowing you are with him. What’s more, he’s stronger then both you or I. But at that point… I must leave it to you to determine what you will do, and upon what you decide.

…Especially with the recent events, disappearances/re-transfers and whatnot. Perhaps you might be given your position back. I wish you the best, and I’ll see you soon.

Please take care.
“Unfettered”

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...Promptly finishing up, the German leaned back. Thinking. Looking into the shadows just above his desk. Nothing scary. Yet at the same time, there was the darkness. He grinned uneasily. Rolling forward, he hunched over once again, looking at the way the light flickered on its pedestal.

To Miss Black,

...Or, should I say, "Mein Dear Sister"?

I am... in deepest gratitude towards you, for last year. Yes, I'm still not going to let that drop. Before and during the Correctional Facility incident event. How am I to say that... I was deeply moved. Among other things.

...

I'm reading over your letter again, right now.

I... can't explain how much it touches me.

You have to understand, though. I have no brothers, no sisters, no mother, no father... literally no one that I could share fond memories with. Instead, all I have had to shape me to who I am are all of your American TV shows, movies, etcetera. The time you mentioned me as family did a number on me. Looking on it now, I realized that I began to look at Emily and you as good sisters of mine. At Rem as a brother, at Gabriel a good friend.---But I must confess. Originally, I had intended to use you all... everyone, including myself, as tools for my own goal. A goal I'm still yet ashamed to admit to you, for the time being and the others, for the time being.

...But you've entered into a part of my heart, just like this amazing school of ours. It wasn't even through direct means that we really met, I don't think, either, except for when you began to work for my restaurant. I have not forgotten what you've done for me.

I am truly indebted for the transaction you made with me. I haven't made any large payments yet, but I've intention of using the money to not only rebuild the restaurant, but to make it better---And add two levels of underground training areas. I mention this, because I hope I'm not deviating too much from what you had intended me to use the money for.

Yes, you.

That strong, independent girl who could weave amazing stories. That girl who went on and about to help not just her own boyfriend, but to the bastard who started up the riled up fight in the first place. I have seen you at work, or at the very least, had some fellow members of Militia observe you in combat---You're very strong. More thanks for your aid in the Correctional Facility incident, I might add---The men looked up to you a lot, I hear.

I think I'm falling for you're skills as an up and coming member of Militia.

You'll hear from me soon.
“Unfettered”

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...The German looked at the letter, particularly reading over that one line he wrote out a little bit... forcibly. Really, seriously now, this was

Where the hell did that come from? More then slightly flustered, the German looked on instead at his new letter, as he got out a fresher pen. Shaking his head, he nodded---alright. Sure.

To Olesya,

You know, in spite of the way our first meeting occurred, while I wasn’t exactly fond of you, I actually wasn’t carrying around some random teenage angst or “impossible to explain” life vendetta against you just because of who you were. No, the reason I broke the skateboard was out of self-defense. The reason I responded so coldly was because I was suffering from a… withdrawal. And the reason I didn’t seem to like you back then was because of your attitude.

…Admittedly, I was nothing short of horrified when I found out that I’d be working alongside with you on the orphanage project (which I ask that you’ll keep a secret between just the two of us). The way how you knew how to take care of Mad, cheer her up, make her laugh, all those good things… Don’t think that I’ve forgotten. You have some amazing motherly instinct in you, that, quite frankly, I find more then a little sexy. Of course, we would always then get into our little spats and those thoughts would go flying out the window.

…Though, looking back on it now, I’m surmising now that this is actually more the fault of my ego. I owe [d]you

[/u] an apology. Just glad to hear your brother liked the skateboard.

I’m not going to apologize in this letter---That is something I must do in person. The point is, I saw you in your fight against that transfer. Gallant. You were very skilled, but it looked like you needed a smidge more training. I’m still at a loss as to how you lost the fight. It hurt seeing that happen.

In face of darkness and corruption, you remain resolute. Even when fighting impossible odds, you don’t yield an inch. While facing off with a transfer, you fought tooth and nail. When in how you care for the young, you’d raise them well---All in all, I have to say, that whoever hooks up with you is a very, very lucky man. Hell, if I wasn’t so busy with my own weird things, I might ask you out, but something’s stopping me from. Maybe its what happened over at the orphanage program thing. At any rate, I’ve some growing up to do.

…I’m happy that you decided to join Militia. I’ll be sure to keep you informed. And I haven’t forgotten about that skate-boarding lesson.

I’ll see you around sooner then you think.
“Unfettered”[/quote]

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To Homi Shiela,

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To Bastille Cunningham,

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To Mitsuki Park,

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To Miss Scorn,

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To "Roxy,"

[Katsuri Katashi]

FINAL MONTHLY EVENT!

Well. Everyone got an extension that was 8 hours longer then I had intended to give in the first place.

Anyhow.

Mikey finished his so.

"Unfettered" - 1345 Words; 3 Letters

Pick up your items mikey =D