Post by theburnedman on Sept 11, 2011 13:16:44 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"H-has anyone seen my glasses?"[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Where are... Huh? Who, me? An interview? Oh my god, I've been waiting for this to happen for, like, ever! But uh... Can we wait until I find my glasses? I know they're around here somewhere... Oh, right, sorry, I'm Shiki Misaki. ... Oh, okay, I can wait; just don't ask me to read anything!"
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"I think it's a little plain, but thanks! I'm fifteen, and I live in Shibuya. ... why do I get the feeling that I'm not there right now? Augh, I really hate having to wear glasses sometimes..."
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Huh? With me? Um... Aren't you a little old to be hitting on a fifteen year old? No thanks; I'd like to think I'm a bit smarter than that."
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Y-you mean you're not here about that magazine article? Aw, man! ... Well um... I like to design clothes and I'm good with needles and stuff, so I make them too. Uh-huh, even what I'm wearing now! Wait, you meant... fighting? Um... I think I'm more a runner than a fighter."
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I'm not sure if you're trying to get me to fall for you or if you're just giving me a compliment..."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Five three"
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Um... No, you won't. I'm really thin. Like, beanpole thin... at least that's what my parents say."
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Well... I like making my own clothes. I'm right up with fashion trends and all, but some of the styles just don't work for me, so I made my own. Sometimes I can make some money selling the stuff I make. I um... I tend to buy too much fabric; might as well use it, you know?"
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Me, a celebrity?! ... No, I would have seen myself in a magazine already... So far as I know I'm just a high school kid that makes clothes -Giggles- But I guess that's not too normal either."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"Aw, thanks! ... Hey, there they are! Ugh... I hate it when I stick my glasses in my pocket and forget about them."
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Are... are my glasses dirty or something? ... Oh, right, well like I said, I really like making clothes. Making stuffed animals is fun too-- N-not that I need any-- and hm... what else... I like making friends, I guess; helping those stoic types come out of their shells. Wh-- Don't make fun of me, jerk! Dislikes... um, seeing messed up clothes is a pet peeve of mine, I don't like people who are all around jerks, and I don't like sour foods. "
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Well, as a habit I fix up my clothes and use my cell phone a lot. I'm a neat freak, I know. And a secret? Well... I carry around the first plushie I ever made in my backpack. His name's Mr. Mew."
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"Hm... I think that's about it for me."
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Awesome! Don't expect me to hang out with you though, creeper."
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Rooms no, but sure, I'm okay with dancing! Wait... Slow dancing? I never learned how to slow dance."
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Just a normal girl from Shibuya, Tokyo!"
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"They'd probably call you a creeper too. U-um... This is kind of embarrassing, but... I don't actually remember a lot of stuff from my life. I think... maybe I died? No, no, that'd just be way too weird. So um... sorry."
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"H'okay, let's see, what do I remember.... I remember meeting this guy named Neku who was a real recluse, and... I think we were playing some kind of game... we had to run all around Shibuya doing stuff from text messages we got... It's all really fuzzy in my head. I think we might have saved the world... But that's too weird, right? I mean, a couple of kids saving the world, that kind of thing only happens in video games. Still, I'd like to catch up with him and see how he's doing; I think we got to be good friends by the time everything was finished."
"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."
"O...kay..."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Xemnas
age. 17
rp experience. Too long
rules. Thundaga
rp sample.Namine was sitting alone on what had once been just Twilight Town's beach. Now it was a beach connected to a few other places she'd never seen. But strangely enough, it was like she could feel the memories from those places... something significant had happened in them in the past. Just like here. But that was only part of where her thoughts were. Her sketchbook was on her knees, open to an unfinished drawing. Just what it was, she couldn't tell yet; she was mainly just putting something down on the page at random.
She was clothed differently than usual as of late. She deemed her white dress to be too small, and she was too noticeable in it. Instead, she opted for a different outfit, using the little bit of money she had to buy something the locals wore. It was different, wearing different clothes. She'd always just worn a dress. But it felt a bit better to be wearing something looser at the beach, especially with the sun setting so beautifully directly ahead.
And she was happy. No one was telling her what to do. No one was keeping her locked up or constantly checking up on her.
No one to make her do things she didn't want to. But... there was still no one else here. It made things a bit lonely, though as long as she didn't have to worry, Namine was fine being alone. All she needed was her sketchbook and a pencil. But she wasn't quite alone after all. The sound of the tide receding kept her from hearing the approach of a new person...
