Post by andrew on Apr 8, 2011 11:56:25 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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!"There cannot be True Genius without a Vast Madness."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Andrew. Andrew Black."
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I'll keep my age to myself, if thats alright. As for where i'm from- i was located in Balamb Garden, but ended up in Cocoon during some...stiff negotiations. I'd rather not talk about it."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Well, I'll have to check my schedule. But its a definite possibility."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"I'm one of those special types. I fight with my hands quite effortlessly, but my true speciality would be the Arcane arts."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"Your lingo is a total turn off. Fortunately for you, your cute."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"I'm about six foot six."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"I'm a little on the lean size, i suppose. I have little to no body fat, but my muscle is defined and clear. I'm crisp and clean, i suppose, but my muscle could be chiseled from stone. Wanna feel?"
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"I, like all men should, dress according to my stature. I like suits, vests, ties and tuxes. Dress shirts, nice warm coats and gloves. I wear a mask alot of the time, not out of any fetish, but to a degree, those who stand out are most often marked by some feat of insanity. I wear nice, clean shoes, but which are comfortable to move in. On the most relaxed of occassions, i can be seen in extremely clean, nice jeans which may be slightly baggy with different colored Shirts- long sleeve and short. That descriptive enough for ya?"
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"With the mask- Bradley Manning, Austic Anime
Without the mask- Fan made Art."
(Random anime characters- non show related.)
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Why thank you. Your not too bad yourself."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"There isn't much i don't like or do like. I'm not a fan of communistic government institutions. In fact, im not a fan of anyone trying to assert authority over those they have no business ruling. Everything needs some sort of ruling, but putting people in a position of dictatorship is beyond the power the people give to an individual leader. Such failings must fall, and i would be one to help it happen."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Habits? I run my fingers through my hair quite often Secrets? I am actually quite good looking without my mask on."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"I'm a natural born leader. charismatic, strong, and always with a plan. You could say I am rather intelligent- when i was young, i had an IQ that blew almost everyone alive at that day and age away. Today, i refuse to have it taken again, but i would assume its likely to be above that which most people deem "Genius" level. I also nearly never remove my mask around anyone, unless i trust them implicitly. Nobody really knows what i look like- though they can see my eyes are obviously a crystal blue, and my skin very lightly tanned."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Lets bang. I mean date. Then bang."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"As long as you can keep up *wink*"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"My parents and heritage are likely of little interest. Dad was a teacher. Mom was a fighter. Both brought me up to what i am today. What more is there to tell?"
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"I have no siblings. Only child. Had a dog- died when i was thirteen."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Alot of things i'd rather leave unthought and spoken."
"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."
"Awwwhh yeaaahhh."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Corey
age. 22
rp experience. 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.
