Oh Voice. Voicey Voicey Voice. I just realised I've come here with nothing to say. This is my first day in the World and it's been, well, really something. So far I've seen dead bodies, listened to a bunch of people talk about stuff I never thought existed as if it was, what's on the TV that night, and also this lovely new girl I met just told me she can turn into an eagle.

She's also in some sort of crises over whether she's evil or not. My sentiments are pretty much I don't give a shit. I mean, I don't have urges to kill and maim, so I'm probably not evil, but it's not gonna drive me up the wall wondering. You know, some religions define all magic as evil, so in their eyes we all are. Just makes sense to me not to worry, you know?

The Voice enjoys speaking to someone intelligent every once in a while.

*The Voice adds to list of people who The Voice deems "okay".

Although you have been assigned to the side of Good, it is natural to have inclinations towards the otherside. As long as you recognise that, you should be fine.

Or... should you?

Hey Voice guy... type... affair... I'm like, I had a few drinks. Am I the first person around here to be proper drunk? How much did I drink? Is five doubles even that much? Fuck. Oh sorry Missis Voice if I offended... deded you there. It's like, you know, I mean, yeah did you see that um, I'm A Celebrity where that big spider fell down Jordan's breasts? Yeah that was... shudderiful.

I think I was supposed to shudder there but I di-n't.

*Andrea forcefully wriggles in the chair.

There!

*Andrea looks very proud of herself.

Anyways... why did you ask me to come here?

*Andrea falls off the chair.

Oh you useless idiot. If you weren't so damn cute, the Voice would've kicked your ass a long time ago. The Voice didn't ask you to come here, the Voice cannot and will not! Bad Andrea! Bad!

As for the ep of I'm A Celebrity..., yes, yes The Voice did... hear about that one, it being that The Voice cannot see. And the like. Now go to bed and The Voice hopes you have one hell of a hangover in the morning.

*The Voice thinks to itself; so cute.

Good afternoon, O Mighty Voice. It's been a long while since I've been here and I apologise for shamefully neglecting you. Not that you care, being unemotive and whatnot. Anyways, I've found myself whisked away to a strange place called "Arena". Yes, I was kidnapped by a strange man along with an acquaintence, Justin, and now we're both in this crazy place full of crazy people doing crazy things.

They put a talisman or something around my neck and I can't use my powers anymore. I don't know what the fuck is going on.

Strange thing is, the thing I'm most worried about is that I won't be able to make it to P3 tonight to see Chloe. She'll think I stood her up. She'll be heartbroken.

Maybe I'm being full of myself, she probably doesn't like me that much... but still... I don't want to do that to her... I need to get out of here!

How, Voice?

You sad, sad individual. Here you are in the midst of all this horror, and you're thinking about your girlfriend.

That's either incredibly romantic, or incredibly stupid.

Latter for The Voice, then!

Aha but doesn't true love reign over all in these situations? Chloe has come to rescue me, so sucks for you, Voice! Unless she fucks up. Then we're in trouble. But hey, I can hope, right? In other news, I appear to have found myself a despiser. Stefany, this witch in the Arena randomly decided to hate me and glower at me and I don't know why! I just hope to AP I don't have to fight her... judging from what happened to Justin up there, I want to hide from those guys who come to get you at any cost.

... I'm afraid.

The Voice likes Stefany.

Stefany was a bitch! Although I can see how a sadist like yourself would highly enjoy her personality. Hard times. Well a few months and a lengthy rescue later, here I am. I don't quite know what to do with my time, but something terrific has happened. Chloe just told me something and, well, she didn't give me much of a chance to react but... wow. Blown away.

I trust you know what I'm talking about, sweet serrah?

The hallway a few moments after she left proved interesting. A pair of twins came over and I swear they were sniffing about me as if they wanted to eat me... they left, though. So all's well that ends well? Frightful expression, I haven't really ever thought about it extensively. I suppose there is truth to it... ah, sorry. I'm bored, Voice, and I want to see Chloe but I'm too scared.

And I'm malodourous.

AP bless Word of the Day.

Hum. It seems, that in this place, when you don't want anything to happen, everything does. Myself and Chloe have been trying for the last while, ages, to just have some peace and quiet and time to ourselves... and get attacked here, pestered there, interrupted constantly... if we went out looking for trouble would we find it? I bet not.

I suppose all this interruption is for the best, really.

Things are good. After being hairy for a while with the whole Carys thing, I think I'm starting to sort myself out. I'm glad I didn't do anything stupid. Really glad. I think I need to be careful about how much I drink. You know how you're drinking and then you don't think you're as drunk as you are then you drink more and end up rambling in really huge run-on sentences and you just never know when to stop and everything's merging into one and it's just the pain the horror the angst the pain! and it just never ends.

::Takes deep breath.::

Yeah, so Chloe and I finally... you know. It was nice. Really nice. I don't know, I guess I feel comfortable with her. Except I just realised that afterwards she might've wanted to do that whole 'talking' thing, but I turned on the TV and... ah she won't mind...

Bugger. I am self-centered, aren't I?

Wonder what Carys is up to.

If I were judgemental i'd call you a big, fat, brazen, hussy, whore, two-timing, cheating, slut, Prue-wannabe, bitch, slag, did I say whore?, tramp. I'm not though, so it's ok.

But, aw, you did finally get jiggy with Chloe, we're all so proud of you. It was quite a thing to see. I didn't mean see, I have no eyes... I wasn't peeking!

You know what? That was rude. I'm not big, I most definitely am not fat, and I don't think you even know the meaning of brazen, and as for the rest, they're obsolete because nothing happened between myself and anyone other than Chloe. And I don't know what you mean by Prue-wannabe. What's that?

As for your other comment... well, ew, you big freaky pervert voice.

... do you really think I'm fat?

Alas, dear Andrea, I do not.

You'll have to excuse me, as I was severely PMSing. It is possible for a voice to get cranky.

I think you're beautiful, like a solo cello outside a CORR-us...

That's probably the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me. Voicey... I've got a secret, it's time for me to tell it: you've been keeping me warm.

behhhh... know you I always wondered what it'd be like be to so near die and it's like... wooooahhhhhh baby that's some weird shit right there yeah oh you... think I will be died soon and okay feels weird it does like sense made can't be by me... hehehehehe does fun to head of mine and good stuff to be gained by running with seahorses wind in the laughing over and again and stuff like that huh everyone? Yes, yes everyone yes... yes...

Andrea, you never were one to keep a clear head, were you? Look at you, all wasted on poison. If only you were a little more giggly and not dying I could swear you were just plain ol' drunk. So. Enjoying the sensation of your body being about to give out on you? How do you think your death will affect your relationships in the world? Who do you actually like better: Chloe or Carys? What will happen if one day the sun didn't rise? Do you have anything to eat? The Voice is hungry.

Yeah... hey again. Sorry about last time, I was a little woozy. As for your questions, in order; it sucked; Chloe; stay in bed; no. So hum, I suppose a lot has happened, once again, since the last time I was in here. You know, it's weird. I feel, I feel like there's a lot inside me, there's a lot of this energy, and a lot of words that want to come out... there's a lot I want to say right now... but... I don't really want to say them. Because, because I can't, I can't say them. I don't think I can...

::Frowns and looks down, biting her lip.::

Life is all well and good, you know, until your ideals clash with another person's, and that person is determined to do pretty much anything to get what she wants. And, and for a while, she does, and she gets exactly what she wants, and she doesn't care how much it, how much, what I think, and how it affects me, and--

::Sobs suddenly and puts her arm over her eyes.::

And it's just unfair, Voice, it's unfair, it's so fucking unfair, and I don't know what to do, and I can't deal with it, I can't even bring myself to think about it or talk I just keep going through my life ignoring what happened, because I feel like it's the only way I can function properly, for myself, for Chloe... even for that stupid cat that lives with us, I just-

::Swipes at the tears falling from her eyes, moving her hand down.::

I don't understand. I don't understand why. Why it happened. And why, why... I just... want to forget.

Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa hahahahaaaaaaaaaah ahaha!!!!! hahahahahahahahahaha!h hahahahaha!!!!!!!!!!

HA!!! haahahahahahahahahaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

Will you stop damn well coming here when you're drunk, you little shit?

I am so cool!

Dear Diary,

Guess what? I just found that Azura started writing a diary! It's hidden under her pillow and totally even says "hands off: this means you, Andrea" and I'm like lolz. So far she's written like nothing in it but I'm waiting for all the juicy details to come pouring out. She doesn't know I've seen it, but I wrote a comment in the margin cos it felt weird not doing it - thanks LJ! but yeah.

Anyhow, things are pretty weird right now but we're surviving.

If anything good came of all this, everybody is so much more loving.

Ax

Lolz, Paige is getting back-end-of-a-bus size and you can just see Azura hating it. It's so funny. She keeps having a go at her for eating shite but it's like... dude, she's pregnant, it's her sacred right! Az even bitched about it in her diary. Which she's not written anything exciting in at all.

Then again, it's Azura so wtf am I expecting?

Sharon and Luke are really weirding me out. I don't know what it is about them but something's... dunno. Maybe I don't know Shaz as well as I thought I did?

g2g cos I think the microwave's just gone on fire. Julie's going to go ape shit.

axxx

Andrea, you are twenty six years old.

The Voice just thought you would like to be reminded.

Grow "tf" up.

What're you trying to say, Voice? Hmph.

Okay so. This whole living with me sister thing is really, really starting to get my goat. I understand the whole safety in numbers stuff, but it's been ages now and Sharon keeps having a go at me for little things like, I don't know, eating some fecking chocolate or wearing my jammies all day or something little like that. She smokes! And I'm the bad one? I mean, I just don't understand! Why does she always have to moan at me for something? And she still thinks one day I'll turn around and be straight. What the hell, bitch? Fuck off already! Oh my god!

Anyway, everything is really good, we're getting ourselves back on track and even having some laughs.

Andy x

SHARON! STOP FUCKING READING MY DIARY! I KNOW YOU'RE DOING IT!

PISS OFF!

!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Look, I have to make sure my sister isn't doing anything she shouldn't be. It's for your own good.

Ohhhhhhhhhhhh :angry:

I'm telling Julie! She'll flying kick you!

She's right Sharon! This is totally private.

:o

ffs!!