Mynx

*Hugs Gryphon* Hamlet questioned his actions but never made them. You have made your actions but are now questioning them. Maybe the name isn't quite as fitting as I thought...Hmm... Letham?

*grins* Why do I have this urge to start calling you Hamlet?

*looks around desperatly as phone begins to ring in random polyphonic ring tone* *tries to turn it off in a panic* Sorry! New phone! *opens a hole in the void and throws still ringing phone into it*

Hmm... I can see it... I also think some of these people have a little too much time on their hands but hey, I can't talk. I have to admit, I like the way JKR ties everything together so neatly and seems to have everything planned out... For someone who wrote the first one in an attempt to bring in some cash for her family, she sure is good at crossing her tracks...

"Mmm..." Mynx mused, "unfortunatly, no one ever seems willing to take me up on the offer..."

"He must still suffer though," Mynx persisted even as the hot drink was placed in her paws. "Come on, admit it, you would dearly love to deal with him and get me back my three months...wouldn't you?"

Mynx grins for a moment, before her form becomes exceedlingly dark and gloomy. "Blades. Blunt ones...rusty...I want to cause them pain...especially one of them...he must suffer..."

Pondering these thoughts and words, Mynx stares into the murky depths of her own coffee. Suddenly, a kitten appears in the doorway of the Cabaret Room, races up to the table, and jumps onto Mynx's lap. Crawling up her cloak, the kitten whispers into the larger feline's ear, before leaping down and scurrying off again. Swearing angrily into her coffee, Mynx looks up at the occupants of her table. "Anyone up for a spot of Thepsian hunting?"

Mynx smiles at her friend "Much, thanks. How about you?" Noticing that his cup is empty, Mynx waves her paw over it, refilling it with more coffee. "6 shots? Or only 2?"

Still giggling, Mynx pulls herself up to her chair, wiping tears of laugher from her eyes. Conjuring another coffee, she drains it quickly in an attempt to calm her mild hysteria. "S-sorry..." She covers her muzzle with a paw and takes a number of breaths, forcing herself to calm down. "Sorry, the idea of you as a scarecrow is...well...amusing." Conjuring up yet another drink, Mynx sets about dusting herself off, still grinning at her ravenish friend.

A loud thud is heard, and inhabitants of the Cabaret Room turn to see Mynx lying on the floor in a fit of laughter

"...Mannequin?"

Mynx grimaces at the word "Poems do not come easily to me. And as far as stories go...well...my novel has hit a wall, me and Gryph both are waiting for you in Unseen, and I have some ideas, and a demon to exorcise, but again no words" She sighs and sculls yet another cup of coffee. "Fun day at work, huh? You'd think there'd be more people in town on a Saturday..."

Mynx shrugs and returns to brooding over her own drink. "Too stressed to think, and unable to solve many of the problems. Normally, I'd write but hey, since when does my mind ever let me do things happily?" Grinning ruefully at her friend, Mynx finishes her coffee and summons another to her paw. "I feel like starting a discussion about something random, but hey, nothing's coming. Any ideas?"

Narrowing her eyes at her friend, but unable to stop the smirk, Mynx waves a paw and summons a new chair for him to sit on. "Have a seat. But stop with the flattery. We both know it is untrue and unnecessary." Removing her hind paws from the table and curling up in her seat, Mynx regards Crypt as he sits down. "So how are things with you my friend?"

Sitting in a dark corner of the Cabaret Room, Mynx rests her hind paws on the coffee table and sighs softly. Her notebook sits open on the table alongside a steaming mug of coffee and she regards both with a gloomy stare, tapping her fangs with her pen. Finally, with a resigned sigh, she leans forward and closes the book with a snap, tucking the pen into the binding and placing the book in one of the many folds of her cloak. Picking up her mug of coffee, she surverys the rest of the room, looking to see if anyone she knows be willing to engage in a conversation. Deciding not to call out and break the peaceful quiet, she resolves herself to brooding once more into the dark depths of her drink, her twitching tail the only real sign of her aggrivated state. OOC: Anyone want to chat? About anything? I want to write, but the words aren't coming and I'm in a bleak mood...I'm not even in the mood to go rampant...Anything is welcome...Conversations, discussions, questions, advice...I just feel like talking...

Beautiful imagry, Crypt. You never needed that pendant, you know. Your tongue is silver enough as it is

And yet little girls love them *shudders* Have you ever considered drinking an entire case of high strength energy drink that is not yet available on the market, just to make yourself reckless enough to defy a direct order, simply because you are bored? *hums to self quietly, opening 4th can...*

It was classic I wish I could write comedy like that Very nicely done!

The toys that really bother me are the dolls that act like real babies. Ooo yay! It eats, cries and s**ts! Why on earth would little kids want to learn to be mothers at that age?! I blame them for the rise in teen pregnancies! ...I need more coffee...

*bangs, crashes, and the sound of breaking objects join in with the screaming, as well as a distinctly Joker-like cackle*

Have you ever consumed more than twice the daily recommended caffeine intake, gone back for a third time, and a fourth, and then spent the rest of the day scaring your friends due to your continuous giggling? *giggles, picks up scythe, and bounces off in a very un-Mynx-like and more cheerleader-like fashion* *in the distance, screams are heard...*

Everyone has done at least one big thing in their life that they wish to change. God knows that if I had the chance I would go back and save one of my closest friends... And yet, it would be dangerous to change the past. Who knows what may have happened if the thing you regret didn't happen? As much as I hate to admit it, there have been situations in my life that I would dearly love to ammend...yet I fear the consequences... Everything happens for a reason. Sometimes the reason is simply very obscure and requires pain to happen.

Smirking at her friend, Mynx bows her head and continues to drink her own hot beverage, stretching out in her chair, no longer needing to pay attention to the bids.

Have you ever felt so mad that all you want to do is destroy the person that is causing your anger, but felt that killing them would be too easy? Have you ever then decided that as fun as torture would be, the cause of the anger really isn't worth your time? Have you ever just wanted to go into your workplace with a sword and deal to all those who frustrate you? ...Have you ever wondered if perhaps the questions you have just asked have got readers calling the feds and/or mental institutions because they're worried you might actually undertake the aforemeantioned tasks?