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Leave a list of fictional characters in your journal from whom you would love to receive a message. It is your friend-list's mission, should they choose to accept it, to write you an in-character "letter" from a character on that list [or other character--these are simply "guidelines!" :D]. Then they post their own list in their journal and the process continues!


-- Harimad-sol
-- Eowyn
-- Marvin the paranoid android
-- Lord Voldemort
-- Georgia Nicholson
-- The Nac Mac Feagle (from Terry Pratchet books)
-- Calvin
-- Lyra
-- Lirael

Date: 2006-01-26 02:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] parmandiriel.livejournal.com
Well, 'ello, my swanky pal from Hamburger-a-gogo-land! (Er, I at least think you odd foreigners, who can't bother to put the proper "u" in words, say "swanky" to mean "chummy," but you never know. Herr Bastingstoke, my second-form German teacher, said I had the vocabulary skills of a clod of toast.)

Anyway, marvelous and double cool with knobs. I type you this missive (once again, who knows what this may mean in gogo-glish; you lot have a rather rude way of saying "bum," and, yes, I do mean the "fanny" word--outrageous!) on a rather ginger keyboard. Flecks of orange feline are clustered around my keys for F1 and F4. (What do these things even do anyway? GOOD LORD. IT JUST OPENED UP A BOX. CLOSECLOSECLOSE YOU DASTARDLY THING. I certainly do not want to "get started with Internet Explorer." I'd much rather "get started" with Robbie the Sex God--or at least Dave the Laugh or one of his mates--and certainly not with something so androgenyous (It's the British spelling, I swear), as an "internet." Cor, they might think me a lezzie if that got out!)

Well, ta. I honestly was going to write more (as I honestly was just giving Nauseauting P Green a detailled gaze at the interior of a broom closet, not locking her in, as our Head of Form seems to think), but I'm flat out of time to do my facial. I think I have a lurker on my chin, and I'm flat out of lippy. It's a trying situation, I know. I'm sure you'll sympathize.

Have fun saddling bucking broncos or fighting Indians or whatever you lot do over there!

XOXOXOXOXOXOXOXO
GEORGIA!

Date: 2006-01-26 02:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] cinnimon-witch.livejournal.com
1. Wow, you perfectly pulled it off, Parma.

2. Oh god, the alliteration.

3. Damn, you stole the one character I can do. I guess I shant be writing you anything under this category, my dear!

Date: 2006-01-26 02:58 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] parmandiriel.livejournal.com
Ahahaha, hey, it's morbid!

Dear Sally...

Date: 2006-01-26 10:06 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] alec-jw-1221.livejournal.com
Oh God, I'm so depressed. There's a shooting pain in all the diodes on my left side, but you don't care about that. No one does. Do you believe this? Brain the size of a planet and they've got me opening doors. Can't stand doors. There's nothing I hate more than those god-awful cheerful doors that always tell you how happy they are. Did you know that due to a number of accidents involving time travel, I'm now thirty five times older than the Universe? Of course you didn't. And you don't care. I think I'm going to go sit in the corner, where I'm wanted.

~Marvin

Date: 2006-01-26 08:57 pm (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
SSSSSSSSSSSally,

We will be meeting very soon. I have gotten wind of your schemes against me. Stop associating with Harry Potter now and I may spare you. If not, you will be fed to my snake Nagini, but not after I turn your glasses into a Horcrux for the keeping of my soul. I'm sure you will be pleased to know that you will be helping to defeat your friend, Harry Potter, and that his demise will be solely your fault. Ssssso heed my warning and choose accordingly.

Lord Voldemort

Date: 2006-03-17 04:28 am (UTC)
From: (Anonymous)
Please could you stop the noise I'm trying to get some rest?
From all the unborn chicken voices in my head
What's that, what's that

When I am king you will be first against the wall
With your opinion which is of no consequence at all
What's that, what's that

Ambition makes you look pretty ugly
Kicking squealing gucci little piggy

You don't remember, you don't remember, why don't you remember my name
Off with his head man, off with his head man
Why don't you remember my name?-- I guess he does





Sorry I got carried away. thats from a song called PARANOID ANDROID by Radiohead. I burn It for you!!

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