Inspire.

'Babe I'm gonna leave you' will obviously forever be the main anthem, but by God this song (a cover) started playing while I was writing and I just sat there like, "...whoah."



And I love this song as well, fully gets my imagination going like a riot:


 Speaking of writing, I'm on the bit where Lucas is standing next to the lake, about to be drowned by an angry dead boy. I've written like 10 pages in the past two days.

xo Robyn

I finally have a muse!

After weeks of a serious lack of inspiration for anything artistic, I got an attack today and decided to waste it on making mediocre shizz, BUT STILL! At least I got some new stuff done.
And I'm vidding a wee Demmy vidlet out of sheer boredom.

And I found this vid a while back (credit to eternaleclipse19 on youtube) and it's based around Rory and Dean from gilmore girls (a.k.a Jared and Alexis). It's so cute and I love it.




Finalement (whippin' out my crazy french skills) my latest computer wallpaper that I made to show my brother how I make my manips.

It makes my wee fangirl heart squee every time. And my brother admitted that he wouldn't even know how to paint a cat in photoshop. BOO YAH, SUCCESS.

xo - Robyn

Shadow-ey things.

I was asked to post bits and pieces :)

Without warning there was a scraping sound as Dean drew up another chair to the already slightly crowded bar table.

“So did you get anything besides her number?” Sam asked him, not even looking up from his research. Dean scoffed.

“Dude, I’m a professional. I’m offended you would think that.”

Everyone looked at him in unison, eyebrows raised disbelievingly.

“All right, yeah.” He admitted with a smile, pulling out a napkin with the offending number on it and laying it on the table. Emmy casually leaned over and grabbed it, inspecting the sheet with a knowing nod.

“Nice penmanship.” She said approvingly.

“Mind thinking with your upstairs brain for a minute here Dean?” Sam said with a shake of the head.

“Look, there’s nothing to find out,” Dean retorted defensively. “Meredith worked here, she waited tables, and everyone here was her friend. Everybody said she was normal. She didn’t do anything weird before she died.” Dean counted off his points on his fingers. “So did you find anything on the symbol we found in the apartment yet?”

“Nope,” Sam replied with a sigh, setting down the paper in his hand. “It wasn’t in Dad’s journal or any of the usual books. We’ll just have to dig a little deeper I guess.”

Dean looked slightly put off at the thought that the investigation was going nowhere, “Well, there was a first victim, right? Before Meredith?”

“Yup,” Lauren replied, pulling a newspaper clipping from thin air. She passed it across the table to him. Dean took it out of her hand with a little more force than was necessary. “His name was Ben Swardstrom.” She added.

“Mutilated in his town house... Door was locked... Alarm was on...” Dean muttered extracts to himself from the article under his breath as he read. He looked up as he finished, looking slightly more puzzled. “Is there any connection between the two of them?”

“Not that we can tell. Ben was a banker, Meredith was a waitress. They never met, never knew anyone in common- they were practically from different worlds,” Sam replied.

“So, to recap, the only successful intel we’ve scored so far is the bartender’s phone number.” Dean said with a smirk. He looked between the three in amusement, waiting for a snarky comeback to come his way. Instead Lauren seemed to have spotted something terrible in the distance. Her eyebrows scrunched up and she leaned forwards, staring into the space behind Dean. He swivelled in his seat quickly, looking for the source of her discomfort, half wanting to give it a high five. He didn’t see anything out of place in the dingy bar behind him. He swung back to face them with a loud “What?”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me,” Lauren muttered to herself. Having spotted the look on her face, Sam’s eyes traced the same path Lauren’s had and they seemingly came to rest on the same thing.

“No...” he mumbled, quickly standing up from his seat. He began walking to the other side of the bar, much to the confusion of Dean and Emmy.

“Lauren...” Emmy began before Lauren got off her seat and followed Sam’s path across the bar. She quickly caught him since he was hindered by several drunk men making an attempt to play pool halfway to his destination. The two of them squared up to a small blonde woman facing the other direction. Dean watched Sam put a hand on her shoulder, though he couldn’t hear what they said from this far away.

“Dean, have you been letting Sam and Lauren out socialising again?” Emmy asked quietly. She’d picked up the napkin with the bartender’s number on it and had begun to draw aimless patterns in the free space.

“Who’s this chick, some kind of college buddy or what?” Dean asked gruffly. Emmy shrugged absentmindedly in response, “Probably. We should go over and ask.”

Dean shook his head, beginning to form some sort of reason why they should stay on this side of the bar. On second thoughts, Blondie was kinda hot. Maybe he would go over and see just how well Sam knew her.

________________________________

Dean cocked his head at Lauren, her lips were moving in a flurry but no sound seemed to be coming out. What a weirdo. He turned back to face Sam and Blondie, wanting to gauge how they knew each other.

“I came, I saw, I conquered,” the girl said with a smile. “Anyway the whole scene got old so I’m living here for a while.”

Dean half smiled sarcastically. Real nice of her to tell him her whole life story. He cleared his throat loudly, waiting on Sam to do proper introductions.

“So you’re from Chicago?” Sam asked, seemingly ignoring his brother completely.

“No Massachusetts – Andover. Gosh, Sam, what are the odds we’d run into each other?” Meg asked. Lauren snorted loudly.

“There are around two hundred and eighty eight million people living in America.” She said, looking at Meg. “And two million eight hundred odd people in Chicago alone. So... Those chances are pretty slim.” She finished in a strained voice. Dean rolled his eyes at the geekathon. He cleared his throat again, hoping to finally attract some attention to himself. Blondie finally acknowledged his presence by looking over Sam’s shoulder at him with a scowl. “Dude, cover your mouth.” She said scathingly.

Dean looked at her in shock. Sam rubbed the back of his head and gave Dean an apologetic glance.

“Yeah, I’m sorry Meg. This is my brother, Dean and this is Emmy.” He waved his hand at the two of them as he said their names in turn. Emmy gave the girl a small wave as she was introduced.

“This is Dean?” Meg said with an air of uncertainty. Dean smiled. So Sam had mentioned him.
“You’ve heard of me?” He asked.

“Oh yeah,” Meg answered with a frown “I’ve heard of you. Nice- the way you treat your brother like luggage.”

There's more done, but I don't wanna give away the whole chapter. BTW I missed out a bit inbetween these two paragrpahs so it won't read right till I post the whole thing. Enjoy!

Shannon

Hell House.

Writing two chapters at the same time hurts my head.

_____________________

Emmy felt the quiet hum of the Impala below her. She watched the blur of green trees streak past her window as Dean picked up the acceleration, grinning as his baby purred. Emmy's head began to throb, the beams of direct sunlight had imprinted themselves in her vision. She turned slowly, Lauren’s face distorted by a strange haze of yellow. It faded within seconds.

Lauren’s hands were playing with Sam’s hair, it took Emmy a while before she realised he was sleeping. She counted at least three plaits in the dark scruffy mass; a smile came to Emmy’s face. Some of the strands were so small they would fall out almost immediately, but there were still those one or two resilient braids that would no doubt cause a few stares in whatever town they turned up at next. Emmy dared not even attempt to plait Dean’s hair. First, he would probably throw her out of the car and run her over. Second, his hair was too short for plaiting. Emmy let out a bored, frustrated sigh, Sam’s head too far away for her to join in the plaiting. Boredom had well and truly set in. She pouted.

Dean shuffled in his seat, grabbing something from the glove compartment with a quiet chuckle.

Her interest peaked. Emmy leant forward in her seat, the old leather announcing her slight movement with a loud screech. “What are you doing?” She asked loudly.

Dean’s eyes flickered between the road, Sam and her. “Shh.” He gestured with a nod of his head towards Sam, who slept blissfully unaware.

“What’s that?” She questioned, eyes focused on something small and white in the palm of Dean’s hand.

Sam shifted his position as he slept, Dean freezing in his seat. He finally shook his head in relief, glad his brother hadn’t awoken. He waved a small plastic spoon in front of her face.

Emmy leant back in her chair, the previous object of her attention becoming merely as interesting as a ball of wool for a dog.

Lauren’s eyebrows had hitched, not really sure what silly plan Dean had concocted, but slightly interested nonetheless.

Dean outstretched an arm, slipping the spoon gently in Sam’s mouth. Dean let out a muffled snigger.

Lauren snorted, “That’s ingenuity right there.”

Dean ignored her remark, holding his phone up to his brother, not dropping his arm until the phone made a short click.

“You’re mean.” Emmy stated simply.

Suddenly the car was filled with pounding music. Lauren held her hands to her ears, dropping the latest plait she had bestowed upon Sam. Emmy half expected the speakers to explode.

“A fire of unknown origin,” Dean sang at the top of his lungs, “Took my baby away!” The spoon from Sam’s mouth went flying as he jerked awake in his seat. His arms flailed for a second before dropping in relief to his legs. Dean pounded the steering wheel in time with the drums, letting out a husky chuckle at his brother’s bemused expression. Dean returned the volume to its previous state.

“Haha.” He mocked, “Very funny.” The younger brother’s hands flew to the back of his head, his fingers tracing over the tiny tendrils that hadn’t been there before. “…The hell? Dean, did you plait my hair?” 

In the Beginning There Was...

Progress. It’s slow... it dillies and dallies and this year has been even more hectic than the last. The earliest record I have of BIGLY is from a conversation Robyn and I had in February 2009. Looking back is... weird. Very weird. Thinking about what sparked the idea was even weirder. I had dabbled in fan fiction before but nothing major, a few OCs here and there. Robyn hadn’t written much else before either. It was a completely new experience.

It all started over a guy (As a strange amount of epic things do...) and developed into a crude RP.

Robyn says:

· Jim2 just msned me earlier saying "hey who are you " and I said "oh hi...I’m Robyn...from your school" and then he was like "Gilmore " "and I said "no, McCue, I don’t think we've talked before" and he went offline and then signed online on his other msn...and then went offline....

· I think he’s blocked me on both

· which means he thinks I’m a creep

· and I will never have a chance with him ever

· ...ever

Shannon says:

· Sure you will

Robyn says:

· not if he thinks I’m a creep.....or is rather scared of me

Shannon says:

· Smeh

· You're not creepy

Robyn says:

· well if he thinks I’m a stalker....he must be rather arrogant because I haven’t said anything that could be remotely translated as "I LOVE YOU"

Shannon says:

· Yeah

Robyn says:

· I think I shall think bad things about him and therefore get over him

· like HE'S A MEAN PERSON

· and HES ARROGANT

Shannon says:

· Yes!

Robyn says:

· smeeeeeeehhhhh

Shannon says:

· ?

Robyn says:

· well I’m never going to talk to him anyway

· so it’s not like I should care

· what he thinks of me

· *Is becoming paranoid*

Shannon says:

· Yes

· *sigh*

· He's prolly so conceited that he's not even thinking about what blocking you has made you feel

Robyn says:

· you're trying to help me thin bad things aren’t you

Shannon says:

· Yes. Yes I am

Robyn says:

· lmao

· its working

Shannon says:

· And all he does is strut around school with his head up his ass not caring about the "Little people" and their feelings

· plus he has no taste in women

Robyn says:

· you're good at this

Shannon says:

· He wouldn't know a nice girl if she slapped him across the face

Robyn says:

· very true

Shannon says:

· And he's a typical guy who only cares about looks

Robyn says:

· he’s just a very attractive person who doesn’t give a damn about anyone but himself

Shannon says:

· Exactly

· He's going through life looking out for number one only

Robyn says:

· yes, now I feel mean

Shannon says:

· Hardly

· How many times has he sat in a convo and bitched about people?

· I bet a lot more times than you have

Robyn says:

· he may not have though we don’t even know him that well

Shannon says:

· .....

· I thought we were getting over him?

· *taps foot*

Robyn says:

· we are.....we

Shannon says:

· ....

· I'm helping you

Robyn says:

· maybe his msn is just screwed up

Shannon says:

· And maybe the Earth is gonna drop out of orbit and freeze tomorrow

Robyn says:

· maybe

Shannon says:

· *facepalm*

· Whatever

· You're gonna find a guy who is charming and nice and you're gonna fall in love :3

· Maybe he's not the one or maybe he's just not mature enough to see how great you are

Robyn says:

· maybe

· you can be my boyfriend

· I will find my dean Winchester and he will be awesomely awesome

Shannon says:

· XD

· Will he hunt demons?

Robyn says:

· ....yes

· no

· cus that would be a little creepy

Shannon says:

· Just a tad

Robyn says:

· but then again I could be his Mary sue

Shannon says:

· he'd make you wait in the car

Robyn says:

· he would

· and I would have to listen to his uberly old cassettes

Shannon says:

· LOL and face certain death if you broke anything

Robyn says:

· most likely

Shannon says:

· It'd be awkward

· Sam would have to be there

Robyn says:

· lmao

Shannon says:

· and you'd be like

· hi Sam

Robyn says:

· Sam is always there

Shannon says:

· Hi Robyn

Robyn says:

· ALWAYS

Shannon says:

· *awkward silence*

Robyn says:

· Sam and I would get along great thank you very much

· *high fives Sam* hey Sammy!

Shannon says:

· Yeah

· Not when you're screwing his brother

Robyn says:

· ....

· ew

· must you use those uncouth words *cries*

· "Robyn wept for the end of innocence"

Shannon says:

· LOL

· Sorry

· Not when you're bonking his brother

· Better?

Robyn says:

· we would make Sam leave

· or sit outside in the car like that episode

Shannon says:

· Bobby wouldn't like you

Robyn says:

·Pft!  Bobby would! Everybody likes me.

Shannon says:

· I just ahve a feeling

Robyn says:

· bobby would adore me

Shannon says

· Not cuz of your person

Robyn says:

· he'd worship the ground I walk on

Shannon says:

· But cuz of the Dean thing

Robyn says:

· prolly

Shannon says:

· YOU'RE NOT A MARY SUE!

Robyn says:

· "Where’s my perfectly perfect perfect person!"

· "ermm...it’s just me bobby"

· "Twat."

· and that is how our greeting would go

· SUPERNATURAL AD ON ITV2+1

Shannon says:

· And John would be like : "I have a daughter? Do I? Shut up Dean, now git in the car you wussy" *forces you into the car*

Robyn says:

· john is alive

· since when

Shannon says:

· ....

· Since now

Robyn says:

· lmao, okay

Shannon says:

· Which makes me your mother in law

· MWAHAHAHA

Robyn says:

· ....

Robyn says:

· bobby just doesn’t like me because he doesn’t like girls

Shannon says:

· And cuz you're bonking Dean

· John just wouldn't care

Robyn says:

· ....johns a pervert

Shannon says:

· "Sammy! You should be getting laid too!"

Robyn says:

· lmfao exactly

Shannon says:

· I wanna have a part in this

· Hmmmm

Robyn says:

· who can you be in this ever growing story

Shannon says:

· Hmm

Robyn says:

· Sam’s friend

Shannon says:

· LOL

· College buddy

Robyn says:

· Whoo!

· Sam doesn’t like me and dean doesn’t like you

Shannon says:

· Then I can be pulled in for some random reason

· LOL

· And we're best friends

· Stuck in the middle

Robyn says:

· ohhh yeah

· this is like a fan fiction I would avoid like the plague (OH THE IRONY).

Shannon says:

· Yep

· But we would never upload

· ewwww

Robyn says:

· that would be wrong

· like a crime

Shannon says:

· It would be

· Now why doesn't Dean like me?

Robyn says:

· because he doesn’t think you're good enough for Sammy

· why doesn’t Sam like me

· could you imagine you and Sam standing together

· now that would be genius

Shannon says:

· LMAO

· I think he would have to carry me on his back at some point

· Robyn says:

· at some point

· like when

Shannon says:

· Like once

· I dunno

· Just cuz it would be fun

· "I can see my house from here"

Robyn says:

· and dean and I would skip together

· *skips*

Shannon says:

· What?

· Dean doesn't skip

Robyn says:

· ...he does when he’s with me

Shannon says:

· LOL

Shannon says:

· *cough*Mary sue *cough*

Robyn says:

· fine

· ...he doesn’t skip *cries*

· then we shall drive in the impala

Shannon says:

Yes

Robyn says:

· and I am making him listen to breaking benjamin

· but he is refusing

Shannon says:

· While I prop up a drunk Sam on the street

· "Wait for us!"

Robyn says:

· because he doesn’t like all that "modern crap"

· why is Sam drunk

Shannon says:

· *falls over*

· MY SPINE!

· Uhh

· To drown out his non getting laid sorrows?

· I dunno XD

Robyn says:

· lmfao

· if he were drunk wouldn’t he just make out with you

Shannon says:

· D:

Robyn says:

· or do you not like him in that way

Shannon says:

· No idea XD

· Most likely not when he's drunk

Robyn says:

· aw

Shannon says:

· His mouth would be all vomitey

Robyn says:

· ewie

· you wouldn’t want to make out with vomitty Sammy

Shannon says:

· Bobby prolly doesn't like either of us

Robyn says:

· prolly not

· I don’t think bobby likes anyone

Shannon says:

· He'd b like "OMFG WOMEN! " 'Hello.'

· Yeaaah

Robyn says:

· he would think we're a bad influence

· *would

Shannon says:

· LOL

Shannon says:

· What are your bad influences?

· *your

Robyn says:

· ...ermmm, I don’t know

· I suck at anything physical

· but I’m a mawd genius

Shannon says:

· Like Sammy genius?

Robyn says:

· yes

Shannon says:

· Another reason not to like you thar

· JEALOUSY

Robyn says:

· but not Sammy fit

· And dean is like "stay in the car! You suck at running!"

Shannon says:

· "Hey Dean this is gonna take hours to download"

· "Dean, I gots it!" *grin*

· "KUTCTUDGCU" *head desk*

Robyn says:

· lmao

· what are your bad influences

· /flaws

Shannon says:

· I dunno

· hrmmm

· I prolly run in like "GTFO Demonzzz!" And have to get saved a lot

· We're gonna end up spending a lot of time in the car together

Robyn says:

· most likely

· "sewww" *turns on radio*

· "Yush...so... "

Shannon says:

· "...twats left us behind again"

Robyn says:

· *coughs* "it's because you suck, and they want me to look after you"

· *grins*

Shannon says:

· *sarcastic voice* "It's because you suck and they want...SHUT UP"

Robyn says:

· *laughs evilly*

Shannon says:

· *slaps the back of your head*

Robyn says:

· *slaps you around the head*

Shannon says:

· Oww!

Robyn says:

· That was your fault!

· *death glares*

Shannon says:

· Was not

· *does face*

Robyn says:

· was so too

Shannon says:

· *sticks out tongue*

Robyn says:

· *huffs*

Shannon says:

· Then the two prolly come back covered in dirt and are all like "Get out of the front"

Robyn says:

· and we shall death glare them both

· *slaps dean and Sam around the head*

Shannon says:

· *slaps Dean around the head from the back of the car*

Robyn says:

· *grins at you*

Shannon says:

· I wonder what Dean would do if I slapped him?

Robyn says:

· punch you in the face

· or death glare you

· I think he'd glare

Shannon says:

· Death glare methinks

Robyn says:

· he's a gentleman at heart

· like when he’s in he restaurant in mystery spot he goes to the wee old lady "hi, sweetheart could you get us some sausages"

Shannon says:

· Prolly mutter to Sam about keeping his dog/pet under control or something like that

Robyn says:

· prolly

Shannon says:

· Would you slap Sam?

Robyn says:

· *does dean voice* "keep your dog on its leash"

· yes

Robyn says:

· if you slap dean I slap Sam

Shannon says:

· Okay then

· Sam would just take it though

· Prolly glare at Dean

Robyn says:

· he would actually

· he wouldn’t say anything though

Shannon says:

· It's so Sammy

Robyn says:

· we know them so well

· we're that awesome

Shannon says:

· You should also constantly call him Sammy

Robyn says:

· I would

· cause I’m practically like his sister in law

Shannon says:

· I wouldn't though

· Cuz I respect his wishes XD

· *wishes

Robyn says:

· lmao, I would tease him but now mercilessly...I’d listen if he had a problem

· cause I’m so understanding

· but he wouldn’t tell me

· cause he doesn’t like me

Shannon says:

· LOL

· You should have an emotional moment

· The Dean and I come in screaming at each other

Robyn says:

· I like this, I may have to write it

· but not upload it

· obviously

Robyn says:

· I think you two would make a pretty epic arguing pair

Shannon says:

· *both storm into the room*

Robyn says:

· it would be entertaining to watch you two fighting

Shannon says:

· *throws lamp at Dean*

Robyn says:

· *screams*

· Don’t throw stuff at him!

Shannon says:

· "Hey Sam, I think your dog needs put down"

Robyn says:

· such a dean thing to say

· "Dean don’t say that about her!"

· of course I would come to your rescuse

Shannon says:

· We would end up killing each other XD

Robyn says:

· you really would

· I think I shall copy and paste this onto word and then someday make it into a story

Shannon says:

· *throws TV remote at Dean*

Robyn says:

· Dean! Apologise now!

· "But she threw it at me!"

Shannon says:

· *Sam stands in corner...WAAAAAY too much drama*

Shannon says:

*Decides to lock self in the bathroom*

Robyn says:

· (Why are you locking yourself in the bathroom?)

· Look what you did now!

· *slaps dean on the back of the head*

Shannon says:

· (Cuz it's fun, plus it means no one can pee)

Robyn says:

· (No one needs to pee anyway)

Shannon says:

· (Not yet)

Robyn says:

· (Lmao)

Shannon says:

· *stays in bathroom for three hours, singing the same song. Over and over and over*

Robyn says:

· Go say sorry again dean!

· *dean huffs* "Sam go get her out of there, I need to use the can!"

Shannon says:

· "But she's gonna yell. She's not my problem"

· S: *huffs*

· (OH NOOOOO We have the same starting letter!)

Robyn says:

· ( It sums up Sam so well)

· D: she’s not gonna come out

Shannon says:

· (Okay S: is Sam XD)

· (LMAO I thought that was you going oh noes! D: )

Robyn says:

· ( Noes, it means Dean. Idjit. )

· D: goooooooo!

· R: get out of the toilet Shannon, come on

Shannon says:

· "NEVER!"

· *hisses* "HE called me a DOG. For the last time!"

Robyn says:

· R: Technically, you slapped him! He said sorry!

· R: he doesn't really think you're a dog. I think.

· (R: means Robyn: in case you didn’t realise )

· *dean snorts*

Shannon says:

· (I actually enjoy hating Dean, it's fun XD)

Robyn says:

· (Poor wee dean)

Shannon says:

· "Yeah and pigs may fly..."

Robyn says:

· "shhhhaaaannnnonnnn, you can’t stay in there all night! I need to get showered!"

Shannon says:

· "Fine fine, but only if I get Dean's bed"

Robyn says:

· D: hell no!

Robyn says:

· "Dean!"

Robyn says:

· D: she can have Sammy’s bed, but she ain't sleeping in mine!

Shannon says:

· S: Come on Dean...

Robyn says:

· D: Sam! It is MY bed!!

Shannon says:

· S: It's just a motel bed.

Robyn says:

· D: I have back problems...it helps

Shannon says:

· *comes out of bathroom*

Robyn says:

· "You can have deans bed"

· *sticks tongue out at dean*

Shannon says:

· *smug grin in Dean's direction*

· "Everyone loves me more than yoouuuu"

· *leaps onto the bed*

· *glares at Dean*

Robyn says:

· "Now I suggest we get a good night’s sleep"

Shannon says:

· Touch her and die, Dean.

Robyn says:

· D: fine...I’ll sleep on the floor

· "I’m okay with that, where are you going to sleep Sammy "

Shannon says:

· S: My bed?

Robyn says:

· "How come everyone has a bed but me!"

· ( Totally unfair, man. Totally unfair. )

Shannon says:

· S: *cute smile at Dean* Cuz I ain't gettin'

Robyn says:

· D: punk assed bitch

· ( I love that face there, it looks like it’s having a spasm )

Shannon says:

· (LMAO)

· "Jerk"

Robyn says:

· D: bitch

Shannon says:

· (Nice comeback Shannon *facepalm*)

· S: C'mon Dean,. It’s only for one night...

Robyn says:

· D: I’m sleeping on the floor and you're in a bed, how the hell is that fair! You know what...

· *pushes Sam off the bed*

Shannon says:

· S: Oww! Dean!

Robyn says:

· (WIIIGHHHTTT< - - fight for the Winchesters )

Shannon says:

· "Hey! Leave Sam alone, you jerk!"

Robyn says:

· "Survival of the fittest Shannon, you'll learn the Winchester ways...if you're not happy with something...beat them up"

Shannon says:

· "Hardehar"

Robyn says:

· *Sam and dean wrestle on the floor*

· *sits on Sam’s bed*

· "I’m going to bed, goodnight Shannon"

· *Sam and dean continue to fight*

Shannon says:

· *Lies on Dean's bed* "Night Robyn"

Robyn says:

· *goes to sleep*

Shannon says:

· *turns out the light*

Robyn says:

· D: punk assed *gives Sammy a wedgie*

· D: *pulls Sam's hair*

Shannon says:

· S: *grabs Dean's shirt and tries to pull him off*

· S: "Get off me Dean!"

Robyn says:

· D: owie! *pushes Sam’s head away*

· D: NO!

· D: why are we even fighting again

Shannon says:

· S:....

· S: You jumped me.

Robyn says:

· D:...oh yeah, you stole my bed...well I won

· D: *grins*

Shannon says:

· S: Did not.

· S: We're both on the floor.

Robyn says:

· D: you need to work on your punches, you wuss

· D: felt like a kitten was nudging me

Shannon says:

· S: Shut up Dean *gets up in the dark and stumbles about the room*

Robyn says:

· D: where’s the beds * falls over lampshade*

Shannon says:

· S: Dude, that's my face.

Robyn says:

· D: oh right...I thought I felt something ugly

Shannon says:

· S: *grumbles*

Robyn says:

· *pats bed to find someone in it* D: goddammit!

Robyn says:

· D: I claim the pull out bed

Shannon says:

· "GET IT OFF ME!"

· *kicks furiously*

Robyn says:

· D: maybe if you hadn’t have stolen the bed...bitch

Robyn says:

· *tries to find pull out bed*

Shannon says:

· S: *falls over Dean*

· S: ooft!

Robyn says:

· D: watch where you're going *falls over table*

· D: since when was there a table in here!

Shannon says:

· S: Since we moved in!

Robyn says:

· D: *lies down on floor*

· D: goodnight

The next day in school, we disregarded the idea of the OCs being us. I think Robyn has the original sheet that we planned on, but I do remember the original names. Lauren was originally Maria and Emmy was Judith for a while. It seems so surreal thinking back on it now.

Robyn posted what happened next, the casting, the further character development... Some things stayed the same from this original idea and some things changed dramatically.

Cyber cookie for anyone who reads the mess of a convo above (Which I spell checked and formatted for about an hour before it was legible haha).

In the beginning there was Jim2...

~Shannon