Post by damien on Apr 7, 2011 18:06:34 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Squall Leonhart."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"October fourth- im 17, if that matters. And i currently Live in Pulse, though I'm a little confused how i got there..."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"..."
*Looks away*
"Not interested."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I'm a warrior, I fight hand to hand."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Good for you."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Six foot flat."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"...What? I don't understand what the purpose of this is."
"..."
"I'm tall, i have a lean body with little to not fat. I have extensively toned body, a scar on my face just in case your blind, and my hair is brown with my eyes being blue. Happy?"
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"This, again, seems very pointless. I dress how I want. Generally wearing overcoats in leather. I hate bright and rainbowy colors, i don't generally wear hats and im not a fan of underwear. Oh, was that a little too in-depth for you?"
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Squall Leonhart."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"...Whatever."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"I like training, Watching the stars and writing. I DON'T like people digging into my personal life, trying to befriend me out of pity, or asking a lot of stupid pointless questions."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Uh...i stare off sometimes. I guess thats a habit. My secrets are none of your damn business, but is suppose this one doesn't matter. I have a tattoo on my left pectoral."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"No, thanks."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"...Again, whatever."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"I'll find my own room, thanks. And you can dance alone."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"I'm an orphan."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I. Am. An.Orphan. How could i be more clear?"
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"I'm an orphan, obviously. I can't really remember where i came from, i just remember waking up against a wall in Cocoon. Not that it really matters. Everything has been somewhat muddled for me since that point. I'm adjusting though, i suppose. I remember my name, my profession. But everything else just feels...I don't know. It's not any of your business anyway." (Let me know if this is too little.)
"hey, look! we're done. so, i would ask you on a second date, but i'm about to explode. no, really. please step back."
"Uh, yeah. I'll be going."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name.Corey.
age. I'm 22.
rp experience. About 7 years
rules. Of course.
rp sample.
Title: F major Pastoral
White. Shining, reflecting from the teeth of the grinning teenager, the new boy who had arrived that very same day. A dress shirt, black vest, and a tie could be seen from under the mask wrapped around the head of one Andrew Black. He waited, watching, as a student carried a cup intended for the School Principal. He waited as the boy stopped in front of him, looking over his shoulder to the voice that called out. Quicker than a flash, the Purple eyed youth dumped a small amount of liquid into the drink, tucking the vial away as he walked by. The boy turned back to look straight into the mask, a confused and slightly disturbed look coming to his face as he scanned the male up and down. He gave a look like "Weirdo" before walking into the office and setting the cup down in front of the nicely shaped female sitting behind the desk.
She reached over, thanking the boy, taking a long drink as the young helper left. Not a minute later, Andrew heard, looking down at his watch, a little thump as the body hit the floor. He officially had ten minutes. He smoothly walked into the office, placing leather gloves on his hand as he checked the pulse of Zelfia Clowes. She was in perfect slumber. He stepped over her body, flicking on the screen of the computer, not even worrying about the door. The office was empty, everyone scattering out for they're lunch break at the same time, all except for the hard working principal. She probably would have left too if it weren't for the drink.
Andrew typed in a root command, sending the computer to the speaker link and hardrive that ran the bells, voices, and pausing moments in the school sound area. He typed in a total override, sending all communications but his crashing down through the Mic's. He put a CD into the drive, the song uploading within a few seconds. He pulled it back out, then went back to the computer, hooking a scatter method virus to the song, so it was completely untraceable until it was over.
Then, he flicked on the Mic, his young but powerful voice resonating throughout the classrooms, dorms, and teachers suite, even over the emergency speakers in the town, every civilian stopping in they're tracks.
"Good afternoon, citizens of Point Hope. This is your Conscience speaking. You've been doing some bad things lately. Bad...Bad things. Laziness, appeasement, subjection to loss and untold amounts of fighting have all played they're part in the destruction of our world. War, peace, School Captains And those they save...all of it just doesn't add up to what you all believe to be a good world. This school is going under. Its theories and methods of those strong keeping the peace will fail. And i plan to help it meet those ends. We're all the same people here.Why cant we act like it?"
He paused a moment, looking at his watch. Three minutes left.
"You all walk day in and day out, unloading your own mental feces to the gods above, who only throw it back down to be wasted on those who truly find meaning in life."
He grinned.
"I just want you to see that, to some of us, its all just shit, and that we couldn't care a less if your life is terrible. Shit you pour out, shit you take in, everything is covered in your shit. I give you, the Pigeon Theory"
Music began to play, and, exactly 37 seconds into the song, birds, pigeons, thousands of them, began flying over the city of Point Hope. Andrew had made arrangements, with the largest bird protection center in the world as soon as he found out he was to come here one month ago, he called them to bring the birds to just over the mountain near point hope, and he would pay them fifty thousand dollars for them. It was done, and as the song began the birds were released, they're instincts telling them to fly south, which led them right over the City of Point Hope, as well as the school.
Shit Rained down from above. Thousands of little pieces of bird shit flying down from above, raining on the city and the school. Andrew slid open the window of the principals office, Reached into his back pocket and grabbed the umbrella that had been placed there. He jumped out, opening the umbrella as he did so. He landed with a bam, snow and ice flying up around him as he check his watch. Right on time. The people above would just be entering the office again, this time frantically, and Zelfia would be awakening. Not a speck of shit could be seen on him, though the umbrella began to get covered in it. He whistled lightly as he walked, watching the people on campus and in the town scream as White hell rained down from above.
He closed his eyes, drank it all in as he moved.
The music, the screams, and the Pitter of bird shit hitting the ground as well as civilians screaming blended together to form a perfect harmony in his mind.
Welcome, Andrew Black, to Point Hope High.
