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Hello, this is a signing by you killjoys for my chemical romance to see. to show just how many lives they are saving. im sure they would love to hear(: so sign your killjoy and real name if these are ACTUALLY true statements for you. im sure MCR will be moved<3
-MCR has ACTUALLY saved my life
-they have helped me get through hard times or depression
-i will and am i fan for life
-i know every word to every song
-i have seen you live and cryed and was moved
-your music has changed my life is more ways than one
-the one thing i want to do before i die is meet My Chemical Romance

thankyou for signing i think this is a good way to show they My Chem guys just how much they have done for us(:
remember the more signatures the more MCR will pay attention to it ;)
1.) Helen Hill (Toxic Rays)
2.) Scott Hanamoto (Shadow Raven)
3.) Sophie S. (Lightning Rose)
4.) Jaici Shiemke (Midnight Angel)
5.) Marvin Thompson (Lazy Blade
6.) Karma (ToxicKarma)

(Jet Star's POV)
I couldn't believe it. I barely knew this chick and I tried to KISS her. What kind of pervert am I!?!?
“JET!!!” Poison screamed at me.
I looked over at Blue Collar Doom, who was looking at the floor. What did I do!?!
“I can't believe you!” Ghoul yelled at me.
“What?” I asked, now angered.
“First you run off, then you go and kiss the nearest chick!?! Are you kidding me? That was so....so....” Ghoul said, at a loss for words, for once.
“I didn't...I....” I stammered. I had no clue what to say. Honestly. I couldn't even thing straight.
“Honestly, Jet, if you're going to be this irresponsible....” Poison said.
“Look, it was my fault, okay!?!?” Blue Collar Doom suddenly said. I looked up to see her standing, only an inch shorter than Poison. She was glaring such a death glare I was afraid she was going to bite his throat off.
“And who are you?” Poison asked, trying to be all macho.

I stirred, and rolled over, unfortunately hitting the side of a desk and bruising my arm. I groaned and sat up, rubbing it. Dusk was coming, quickly. I smiled and got up, turning on the flickering lights. The room and the world was quiet. Way too quiet for my liking. I jumped up and turned on the radio.
“And now for your daily news, Killjoys. Files of other Killjoys are being stolen from the BLI headquarters by an unknown Killjoy. They seem harmless enough, but I mist warn that Killjoy that we would like to keep our information quiet, please.”

(Party Poison's POV)
I was pacing the diner nervously. What happened? FINALLY Ghoul stepped out of his room, stretching, and I tried not to laugh. SOMEONE had put makeup on him, and he looked ridiculous, but cute at the same time. I snickered.
“What?” Ghoul asked, walking over to the counter and picking up a cup of coffee.
“Whoa! Dude!” Kobra said, laughing as he walked in.
“What!?!” Ghoul complained.
“Hey....Ghoul?” Jet said, blinking as he came in from his room.
“O.....kay?” Ghoul said, taking a sip of coffee, then looked down at the rim. There was lipstick on where he had put his mouth.
“What the.....” Ghoul said, setting down the coffee and running to the bathroom.
“One...two....” Kobra counted.
“AHHHHHGARRRRGAAAAAHHHHHH!” We heard Ghoul wail.
“BAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!” Kobra and Jet laughed.
“That's revenge on letting him get me with the hair dye.” Kobra said, wiping his eyes.

(So, here's a new fanfic, Killjoys! Please, tell me what you think! It's a little slow right now, but it gets more and more exciting! I promise! <3)
BAM! A car exploded behind me. I laughed hysterically as I ran, as fast as I could, out the large building compound. There were fifty-somthing Dracs behind me, and I could be killed any second now, but I couldn't care less. I never had. I leaped over a black volvo and sped toward the nearest exit from the city. I tightened the straps on my backpack, knowing I had the most valuable things in the world in there, and I had to keep them close.
“Keep Running, little girl!” I heard a deep voice shout after me.

(So, here's a new fanfic, Killjoys! Please, tell me what you think! It's a little slow right now, but it gets more and more exciting! I promise! <3)
BAM! A car exploded behind me. I laughed hysterically as I ran, as fast as I could, out the large building compound. There were fifty-somthing Dracs behind me, and I could be killed any second now, but I couldn't care less. I never had. I leaped over a black volvo and sped toward the nearest exit from the city. I tightened the straps on my backpack, knowing I had the most valuable things in the world in there, and I had to keep them close.
“Keep Running, little girl!” I heard a deep voice shout after me.

Thank you to those who commented on my last post, "Quitting". Your support helped me through. I will not be finishing my last fanfics, as of yet, but I will keep writing fanfics, for you guys, since I love you all too much not to. Thank you so much. So, any fanfic ideas? Something you would like to read?

So, I think I'm going to to quit the Drowning Lessons Brings the Ghost of You, and the Killjoys Never die. I'm sorry, it's just I've run out of inspiration. I know Gravity Star was doing the KJs never die with me, and if she wants, she can continue it for me, but if not, I MIGHT write someting new, but I don't know if you all are really feeling my writing anymore, and I don't know if I want to keep going for it. I don't know if I'm really good enough anyway. Sorry, guys. I love you all, and I hope you don't hate me, but I understand if you do. I just don't know if I can keep this up anymore. I feel like I am just not as good at writing as the rest of you guys.
So, yeah....
Blue Collar Doom

I know it's early, but I will not be on tomorrow, so have a fangtastic Christmas, all my beautiful killjoys! I love you all! Comment, and tell me what you're hoping to get tomorrow.

Amy sat in her room that she shared with Adara, waiting for her sister to come home. She sat, swinging her legs, on her bed, humming to herself. Then she decided to look out the window and watch for her sister. Outside there was the sunset, falling down, over the “haunted bridge” at the park. Sure, you could walk to either side of the park, and no one cared, but no one ever, EVER went to that bridge.
She looked down at her sidewalk and gasped. There was a girl, maybe a year younger then her, wandering the sidewalk, headed toward the bridge. She was carrying a notebook and a guitar with her, and looking quite lost.
Amy ran down to the door, and walked out, just as the girl was passing by. She had on a red bandana with black hearts, a Misfits t-shirt with painted-on blood splatters all over it, black skinny jeans, and black converse high tops. She had dark brown hair that almost looked black and dark eyes. The eyes widened as she saw Amy, and the girl started back.