==>Be the the mysterious girl
>What's this girls name again?
>Furnace McStab-
>"Yeah no."
>Adeline Kiryu
Your name is Adeline. But you preferred to be called Homura. You're the knife crazy, OCD girl of your friends. You seem rather sweet and mother like at first glance but one shouldn't make you mad, for it gets on your *bad* side. Smiling away things is a tendency for you, that and planting flowers. It is a hobby to collect such beauties of nature for it brightens up your room a bit more than the fire place in it. Your star sign is Virgo despite acting like a Libra. Your quick whit, will power and discipline are amongst your most defining personality traits. You are a problem solver and will put in any amount of work or time necessary to conquer a challenge. People are impressed with your natural ability to lead. Although you are assertive, you use an understanding of people to delegate tasks with sensitivity. Those closest to you feel that you are a bit of a perfectionist, but this only stems from your desire to get the very best out of yourself and others. Well, that is how far your mother instinct stretches. You are really good at being a happy go lucky ditz, who can quickly turn on someone when necessary. Ok, let's also not lie that you tend to get drunk, a lot. Like, after you get home from work you take out wine bottle and drink a little- er a lot. This makes your brain a little bit less capable of thinking without getting into violent outbursts or being way to moody, that or just plain stupid. Do NOT give her any alcohol if you want her to not be the total drunk ditz she is! I repeat do not let her near alcohol!
Of Mary. I feel like Mary in this dress.
I'm Mary and I've nothing to confessbut hear me, cause no-one else is left
I'm Mary...
Mightn't I have seen this coming on the horizon?
storms of green and orange, this world of monsters taking formbut no, it is my fate to simply fade away like windlike someone else that I could name that shouldn't have been born
And failure on my part to intercede has now ironically
or cosmically, like poetry, come in between our destinyand us but now there's nothing left and nobody to meddle withto try and make it better, it's unsettling, to mother nothing
I mean no insult, but I'm fed up
It's my fault, gave you the go aheadI've lost my way, my hopeful daysare just as dead as I am
I'm Mary. I feel like Mary in this dress. I'm Mary.
And virgin journeys lie before us, patient and inscrutableThere's clouds of visions, crowds of villains, mulling in withdrawalAnd who would make the sacrifice, who but I is suitable?who but the sharp dressed woman with a dull chainsaw?