This is the BEST profile ever.
Can you believe it?
I bet you can't.
That's 'cuz it's not true.
This is not the best profile ever.
It's just a profile.
--&--8O-8O-8O--&--
Please don't steal my avatar. I doubt any of you will try, or even come to this page at all and read this, but still. I drew it, I scanned it, and I retouched it ('CUZ MY SCANNER DOES A CRAPPY JOB! -shakes fist-).
I'd like it to be mine, at least.
--&--prettiful--&--
Would you like to hear my absolutely wonderful and random and useless quotes? Why of course you do, HOW SILLY I ASKED.
"EROTIC DONKEYS GALORE!"
THAT WAS COMPLETELY MINDBLOWING, WASN'T IT?!
...Ok, that was absolutely mindblowing in how quickly I ran out of quotes. ._.
Anyway... does anyone care who I am?! Well whatever I'm bored. BRACE YOURSELF FOR TONS OF CRAP!
...or just skip to my non-existent stories. xD (Or should it be 'Dx'?)
So... ummm? I am slightly low on creative juice right about now, so I'll just, do my own not-so-original crap. ...>.>
...yeah. ._.
"Is it time to use quotes now? I swear, I should've started a few lines ago, this is gonna be so confusing..." A short, black-haired girl comes bumbling in from who-knows-where, pointing randomly from here to there and tangling her arms.
"It's just a profile, most people's profiles are confusing," a red-haired girl walks in (also from who-knows-where) and comforts September. "At least a little."
"I guess. But at least not within the first 10 seconds of reading... but it's not like anyone will read this, so I don't really care, actually."
"If you don't think anyone is going to read it, why are you writing this?!" Lila says, frustrated now since she came in vain.
"I'm boooooooooooooooooooooooooooooored."
Lila sighs, annoyed. "Well then make this profile a freaking profile! What's your name?! What's your age?!"
"Ok," September looks into the sky, thinking, "Well, I can't tell these peeps my name, so just call me September, and I can't tell these peeps my age, so I'll just say young enough to be hyper rather often yet old enough to be able to stop myself."
"You can stop yourself?!" Lila's jaw drops.
"Well, seeing as you're in my head, I don't see the need to stop in front of you..."
"Of course," Lila drawls, "No need to behave sanely in front of us, WE'RE technically non-existent..."
"Yes."
Lila glares at September. Then, blowing the matter aside with an irked sigh, continues:
"Well, whatever. I'm here to help you with your profile so let's get this over with."
"I can always get Evan."
"Her?" Lila's eyes widen. "She'll like, blow this place up or something! And I SWEAR, she'd HATE to do this!"
"Well, yeah, that's how she is, but she might make it more interesting... might," September shrugs.
Rolling her eyes, Lila says, "Yah, right... but I'm just watching. If she blows something up, go to that other kid or something..."
"Hey, that 'kid' has a name and it's-"
"Hello?"
Both Lila and September whip around and see a tall girl, with cold grey eyes, black hair, and an overall air of malicious intent. Lila pales and September breaks into a grin.
"EVAN! HI! YOU'RE GOING TO HELP ME WRITE A FANFICTION PROFILE!!"
Lila slinks out of the way to sit down and watch and Evan says, "...excuse me?"
"Yup," September walks over and claps her hands in delight, "I'm outta creative juice so I'll just wring it out of you guys instead! It'll be totally awesome!"
"...I don't have a choice here, do I?"
"Nope!"
Evan sighs, exasperated, and asks, "I can do WHATEVER I want here, right?"
"Yup! Even one o' those little black ball-y thingies that go 'WHOOOOOOOOOOSH!'!"
"...an extremely poor way of putting it, but alright. So... a profile, right?" She takes a cell phone out of pocket and begins surfing the web a bit. "I have better things to do than read profiles of writers of fanfiction all day, so... let's see..."
September looks offended for the writers of fanfiction, but decides to let it slide since she's sure that Evan has one of those little black, ball-y thingies that go 'WHOOOOOOOOOOSH!' on her right now...
A minute later Evan snaps her phone shut and says, "Alright. Let's get this crap over with..."
"But this isn't crap! It's my profile!"
Evan glares at her. "Would you like me to use a MORE accurate term?"
September shakes her head violently.
"I thought so."
"So far this isn't very interesting!" Lila pipes up from her seat on the floor.
"Is that what I'm supposed to do?" Evan raises an eyebrow. "Make this interesting?"
"To be honest, yes," September says, nodding knowingly.
Evan rolls her eyes. "Oh screw you people," and walks out.
"Hey!" September stumbles after her. "I THOUGHT I SAID YOU DIDN'T HAVE A CHOICE!!" Dx
"Well," she says, plopping down next to Lila, "that didn't go too well."
Lila shakes her head. "Not at all."
"Maybe I should get Niko..."
"You think he'd be better at all?"
"...not really."
"Why don't I be your interviewer?!"
"HEY, GOOD IDEA!!"
"ISN'T THAT WHY YOU CALLED ME HERE IN THE FIRST PLACE?!"
September blinks. "I didn't call you here. You came of your own accord."
Lila smacks her forehead with her palm. "Well, it doesn't matter now."
September nods her agreement.
"So... where to start... how come you don't have ANY stories?"
"Ummm," September starts. "I... don't know. Probably because even if I get an idea, it never transfers to paper. And even if it does, I'm usually too lazy to type it up. Also, the only stories I DO have typed up are either original or SUPER-CONCENTRATED crack."
"Crack that includes caribou?"
"No, but it has Artemis Fowl."
"Sooo, that means you like Artemis Fowl." Lila seems to be getting good at this. "What else do you like?"
September's eye twitches. "'I love this shooooow...'" she recites.
Lila gulps. When September quotes Invader Zim, usually it's a sign that she's getting hyper. And she can get hyper at the RANDOMEST times for the most HORRIBLE reasons...
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