Post by Terra on Jun 8, 2011 19:49:02 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?"
"Hey now hold on, can a guy ask a lady what her name is first? Then again how old are you anyways?!..... Heh its all straight to the point with you kids nowadays, ain't it. Its Sazh, Sazh Katzroy"
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"What do you expect, I’m the next Barry White! Ahahaha....you don’t know who he is do you? I’m 40 years old and I'm with Cocoon through and through."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"That's nice..thanks but your just a little bit too young for me. But hey don’t worry you’ll find a guy soon enough. Me? Still wondering whether I should find another woman again...wondering whether or not it be fair to Dajh....you know?"
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"It’s hard to say what I’m best at, like to dibble and dabble in each pond you know? But if I had to choose, I would say I’m a far more the support type, taking the back seat if you will. Now I know what you’re thinking, I’m chicken, but even Lightning needs someone to watch her back hehe ."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I do what I do, if that’s not enough for someone, then they can go judge whoever else they want to judge. Me? I ain’t bending over backwards for their praise. Man's got to live by his own rules right?"
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"What is this, 21 questions? Huuu, fine I’m 6 foot and 2 inches tall, and that’s included this here 'fro."
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Find out for yourself? What the hell are you talking about? This body of mine is not grotesquely packed with muscle or skin and bones, it’s completely average. Lets be rational now anyway, I don't date little girls. "
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
" I really don’t get you kids! You wear barely nothing, and complain when it’s cold! Look at how I dress, flight coat, worn and warm, something that can really save ya outside. Then what you let your pants sag down your ass and you flaunt the damn thing as if Da Vinci chiselled it. See here, cargo pants a good beige, wrapped around the waist, not your hips, and a clean white shirt, a man in uniform something for the ladies! You Like? Other than that, its just shopping mainly for Dajh. A toy here or there, some new clothes as he grows, food for the both of us, you know normal things."
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Uhuh, I have been told once or twice that I look like Lionel Richie, whoever the hell that is. But to you it’s as I said before, Sazh Katzroy. "
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"You like to give out compliments, I’ll give you that...though don’t take that as a sign to stop."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Like or dislike anything? Of course I dislike things, I’m an old man remember! We can’t get enough of finding new things to hate! Like for starters, young kids who have the potential to do well in school, and don’t try. I mean why waste such an opportunity? Huh guess you weren’t expecting that were you? Well other things an old guy can hate is that feeling that the world is passing you by, that time is starting to forget you, Only thing that keeps me in the loop is Dajh, and hell at times that little guy can be quite the handful!...But being an old man isn’t all hate and woe, we do find some things to enjoy. Like the sweet sounds of jazz, late at night with a good beer in your hands. Not many things I can tell you that tops that feeling. The only thing that can come close, is a well cooked meal, one that you yourself know that you deserved....am I boring you with this sentimental shit? Heh, you kids, always in a rush, never taking your time with anything. Which brings me to something else that pisses me off. Back seat drivers, flyers whatever you call them nowadays, and it’s always usually you impatient kids. A watched pot never boils, but constantly askin’ the pilot whether your there or not will! Heh... can’t blame you though, you guys love to live, and that’s something I admire I reckon, something that always puts a smile to my face at the end of the day."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Oh my... oh my what? Speak English girl! I’d rather not believe in this particular coincidence, and leave it more to bad luck. Dirty habits? Yea I got some, but none that you will know of any time soon. What you can know is that I have a habit of forgiving nearly everything. Pious, just and kind? Sure but its gets all too tiring at the end of the day. You want to know a secret? I still have regrets about that day...at the Fiendlord’s keep. I know I shouldn’t, having saved the world and gotten Dajh back and all. But the thought of that bullet still tempts me. Some hero...huh?"
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"There isn’t much else to say really."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"You really are mad you know that?."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Dancing? It’s past midnight! Ain’t it your bedtime or something?...Wait! don’t you go thinking that was some sort of double standard ya hear!?"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
" Wait wait wait wait! Your Boss?! How the hell could he know? You have only been talking to me! Wait have you been texting someone or something?! G..give me that phone!...You really are a handful you know that? Home? Haven’t got anything of the sort ‘fraid to say. But I do have Dajh, the boy I keep mentioning? He is my son, and one hell of a brave soul I’ll tell you that! Wherever it’s best for him is where I go, you could say that, he is my home."
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"You wouldn’t call them blood family, but I have a close group of friends I can rely on when the going gets tough. Problem is, most of them are tougher than me!."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"Saved the World is one of them, so was getting Dajh back...apart from that I can’t fully remember how the world became what it is. They say it’s a side effect of some sort of gas, whenever I ask Dajh about he, he spits some crazy stories. I try not to listen to them..but kid’s got a knack for being right. "
"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."
"I’m stepping back alright, stepping faar back!."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Axellent
age. 20
rp experience. 2 ½ years
rules. zap me with your thundaga?
rp sample.They all flashed, quickly to fast for his mind to process, with each strand of life being pulled from his body, a memory joined with it to. It was like a multitude of screens, windows into the life he had lived. There was nothing to feel, it was all the same to him, each and every moment in his life never had any real meaning to it. Turning his head, he looked at the boy’s eyes, pure blue...just like Roxas’s. Something escaped his lips, but he payed it no mind, it was all going to white out in a second. The memories began to increase, moving at such a speed that his eyes couldn’t keep up with them. The feeling of the floor and wind disappeared, and that blinding white light engulfed him. He didn’t feel at peace, nor did he find all his trouble gone.
Instead he was moving, not by using the legs that didn’t exist, or by any part of his body, however he was moving. The white light was moving past him at blinding speeds, the unknown wind forcing itself through his deteriorated body. Wait...he could feel the wind? Looking around he then noticed that he was capable of looking as well.
“What the..fu..”
Before he could utter another word, the ‘wind’ was knocked out of his lungs, his eyes stung, full of sand. As he gasped for air, he fingers clawed at the slippery rocks surrounding him. The sound of waves lapping against the shore filled his ears, the roar of the tides, similar to the roar he had just let out. Slowly standing up, he felt his body every muscle each fibre, with a sudden cry he laughed with joy. The emotion covered his being, that was until he focused on it. There was no joy, only the memory of it, and all that he had left were his memories. Looking around he noticed that he was on a dark shore, one that had an eerie white light glowing at the horizon. As he tried to find his bearings he noticed a small girl, blue haired and bunched together, tears dripping off her cheeks. With the curiosity of a cat, he walked over to her, wondering what was wrong.
“Hey...I’m Axel”
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