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HOW OLD DO YOU ACT?

[ ] You know how to make a pot of coffee.
[x] You keep track of dates using a calendar.
[ ] You own a credit card.
[ ] You know how to change the oil in a car.
[x] You've done your own laundry.
[ ] You can vote in an election.
[x] You can cook for yourself.
[ ] You think politics are interesting.
TOTAL SO FAR: 3

[ ] You show up for school late a lot.
[x] You always carry a pen/pencil in your bag/purse/pocket.
[x] You've never gotten a detention.
[ ] You have forgotten your own birthday.
[x] You like to take walks by yourself.
[x] You know what credibility means, without looking it up.
[x] You drink caffeine at least once a week.
TOTAL SO FAR: 8

[x] You know how to do the dishes.
[x] You can count to 10 in another language.
[x] When you say you're going to do something you usually do it.
[x] You can mow the lawn.
[x] You study even when you don't have to.
[x] You have hand washed a car before.
TOTAL SO FAR: 14

Party Poison—Gerard:

I walk out of the hospital, knowing Specter’s staring after me, wondering what the hell is wrong with me and my constant changes in behavior—making me feel worse for what I’m doing to her.
But I can’t believe I did that, I was actually close to connecting with the kid and I messed it up. Instead of Specter knowing I care and only wanting her safety, she most likely thinks I want her out of my life entirely and that I don’t trust her at all. She probably thinks I’m the worst jerk she’s ever had to deal with…worse than the stupid BLI she dealt with before.

(Zone Specter)

I close my eyes and let out an irritated breath when I hear Party’s voice from behind me.
“I heard music, thought someone had the radio going so I thought I’d come in and check it out,” I turn my head a little and see that Party’s looking at us like we’re supposed to answer to that.
“Yeah we had music playing,” Frank says easily, like it’s no big deal. “Specter was—ow!” he stops midsentence when I chuck the only other thing at hand—one of my boots.
“You were what?” I look back at Party and see that he’s talking to me, expecting an answer.
I bite my lip before I hold up my player, “I was just listening to my CD, Show forgot to give me my player before.”
Party looks at the player in my hand, and seeming satisfied, turns back to the others, ignoring me again.

Zone Specter:

Everything tosses and turns, there’s no peace, just a constant feeling of pain and fear. And it all threatens to eat me alive…killing me from the inside.
The only thing that keeps me from giving up on it all is the constant sound of someone’s voice, telling me that help is coming. I listen to it, and believe it, hoping that the help will pull me out of this hell.
Then I feel someone touch my arm, and a flash of pain goes shooting through me, and I remember why I’m like this…and who put me in this.
I scream and kick, hoping he’ll get away, but he has Dracs hold me down, but I just scream louder and kick harder. The pain is becoming so great I can barely stand it, but I have to get away, I have to find Jen and mom, and I have to find that voice.
“I know it hurts…gonna make it go away…calm down first!”

A little boy went up to his mother and said "Mommy, I drew you a picture with lipstick on your bedsheets." With anger, the mother started to hit the little boy until he was unconscious. Feeling guilty, the mother started to cry and tried to wake her son up. But it was too late, his heart had stopped. After, the mother went to look at the picture on her bedsheets, and it said: "mommy i love you." :'( Isn't this sad? Repost if you are against child abuse! Because even the smallest things can cost a little boy's/girl's life.

(Party's POV still)

We make pretty good time, Frank drove at a constant ninety after I decided to take Specter to this hidden hospital Ray mentioned. After about ten minutes, we see the nastiest, most rundown building I’ve ever seen out here—and Ray says the worst thing when he sees it.
“That’s it,” he says, nodding at the fast approaching factory building.
“No,” I say shaking my head. “I can see how it could be a hide out, but that can’t be healthy setting up a hospital in there,” I say getting worked up like some freaky BLI parent.
Ray raises an eyebrow at me, noticing my behavior too, “Well it’s the best they could come up with out here, but the meds had a field day cleaning it up inside.”

Party Poison—Gerard
I run back into the hall and see that some tall, pale guy has Specter pinned up against the wall, dangling several inches off the ground. She’s already blue in the face, and I see the guy say something to the fast falling Specter before he lifts his gun to shoot her right in the face. I don’t know what happens to me, my vision turns to a shade of blood red, and something burns through my veins when I see Specter try to stare down her death, trying to keep on the brave face even when she’s about to die.
I snarl as I run forward and shoot for the guy’s shoulder, he lets go of Specter when he yells from the pain, and she goes crashing to the ground, gasping for air like some fish outta water.
“You worthless mound of slime!” he shouts out at me, about to shoot me, but then he catches a glimpse of Specter—about to be sick or pass out—and still trying to find her gun. He stomps down on her hand just as she finds it and she cries out as he hisses, “I don’t think so.”

COKE OR PEPSI?
Coke

WHAT'S YOU FAVORITE MOVIE?
"Howl's Moving Castle" by Hayao Miyazaki

DO YOU READ GERARD'S COMICS?
I've read a plot summery, but i'm saving up for the real thing

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE SONG?
all songs by MCR, hard to really choose just one

DO YOU DRINK ENERGY DRINKS?
Heck no!

DO YOU DRINK COFFEE?
Tried it twice, can't say I'll go for a third

WHAT'S YOUR FAVORITE BOOK(S)?
The Cirque Du Freak seires by Darren Shan

WHO IS YOUR FAVORITE MEMBER OF MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE?
Gerard, love his voice, his art, and his comics

WHO DO YOU ACT LIKE THE MOST IN MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE?
Probably Ray, very shy and kinda the quiet genius type

WHO DO YOU LOOK LIKE THE MOST IN MY CHEMICAL ROMANCE?
Now that i think about it, I look like a girl version of Frank

FAVORITE QUOTE
"Be Yourself, Don't take anyone's shit and never let them take you alive..." - Gerard Way

I've been noticing alot of these kinds of posts, and they got me to thinking...how has MCR made the life of a ghost worth living? Well, here's how.

I'm pretty messed, but who isn't? After dealing with the deaths of some very close ones at a young age, and getting pressed unknowingly by my parents to be more social and perfect role model. I started to feel like I had to be this sweet little girl that did everything so perfectly. No one really got that I felt terrible inside. Eventually it all started getting to me, I was caving in on myself, talking to people less and less, and running away from the real world that expected so much from me. My only escape from it all was music, it could lessen the troubles, but I had yet to find the music that truely spoke to me.

Zone Specter:

When Party disappears into the room, I start shelling out as fast as I can at the Dracs. I’m about to turn back early but then I see something that makes my blood run cold.
I scream in pure fright and rage when I see him. He walks out of the elevator, the sleaziest smirk on his face, eyes still deep and fathomless as they were before I’d killed him—deeper and darker even.
I know I’m pale and shaking as I scream out, “I killed you!”
He doesn’t even answer, he just tilts his head at me, then bolts forward and before I know what’s really happening, he’s got his hand around my throat and I’m pinned up against the wall. He’s got me dangling above the ground, and I can’t breath, I’ve already dropped my gun, using my hands now to try and pull myself up so that I can breath.
“My, how we’ve both changed Miss Way,” Mr. Vamp purrs, pressing his hand tighter around my neck.
He’s alive, I don’t know how but he’s back, and he’s out for my blood.