Post by Samil on Sept 28, 2011 0:37:52 GMT -5
real big fan of yours ,
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"Kissing me softly with your lips, I hear nothing but lies and broken truths."[/center]
quite the joke to you ,
[/color][/font][/center]"so, hon. welcome to the distorted world.
what's your name?"
"Well, why would you like to know? I could be Samil. I could be Robert. A name is only a label you know? Must you be that simple?" [Samil]
"ey, that's pretty cute. how old are you, and where are ya affiliated?"
"The only people who knew the day I was born on were killed by Sin; quite sad they never told me, right? I think I’ve been alive for twenty or so years now. I’ve only been truly “living” these past four. Affiliated? I don’t reckon I care for the place, but I guess my homeland?" [Spira]
"young'un, are you? well then, i can deal. so... how bout you and me go on a date?"
"Whoa now, don’t get ahead of yourself; I mean, I know there is the saying “the early bird gets the worm" but you’re just jumping the gun now ain’t ya? You don’t even know if I swing your way or not; do you even care to find out?” [Straight]
"aaand.. what is your specialization?"
"Specialize in? Are you really that simple? Then let me lay it out in layman’s terms for ya, “I cast bolts of lightning at people." Did ya get that? Don’t go tryin’ too hard now.” [Caster]
"cool, cool. i guess youre a little talented filly? i like 'em like that."
"I must admit, I’m flattered. Is what I’d like to say, if it weren’t for the fact that that’s coming from someone I just met."
kissed me in your room ,
[/color][/font][/center]"and on to the second section! how tall are you, exactly?"
"Oh? You know how tall you are right? I’m taller than you, that’s for certain, so take a wild guess. No, I’m not gonna throw you a bone on this one, so if you can’t then just go play outside." [5’10”]
"ah, just three inches taller. hm. so, what's under your clothes? not that i wont find out for myself."
"Seriously, I’m starting to worry about you. Are you blind? Is your brain failing to register what it sees? OR is it that you have horrible depth perception and my clothes are tricking you?" [Average with some toned muscles]
"okay, sorry. let's talk about some.. non - crude things? what's your personal style?"
"Wow, you are one investigative person, aren’t you? You sure like to know your stuff! So let me give you a treat here. Aside from my normal attire, which is completely irrelevant to my dress code, I do like things with color, with a little “Ba-zam!" if you know what I mean?” [Dark blue pants, black shirt, black hoody/coat with fur lining.]
"hey, you look like that celebrity... what was the name...?"
"Oh, you mean Orihara Izaya? I’ll let you in on a little secret, just because of your observant personality: No **** Sherlock."
"right! i remember now. you look just like them. except better, heh heh..."
"I honestly am ASTOUNDED by your way with words. Write me a poem next, will you?"
replied i love you too ,
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"soo, do you like or dislike anything?"
"Oh, must we just NOW get to the general Q&A? I was wondering if you were more creative than that, but my hopes were all wrung dry. For starters, I hate people like you: you always look for the easy answer, like in this case, just asking me. I also hate people who lie to themselves, and people who try to force their self-righteousness on others: those two should be obvious why. Seriously, I’m not going to explain that one to you, GOOGLE it. As for likes, I like people with open minds: which are VERY rare to find, and even harder to keep in one place, I mean, you should see my track record. Other than that, playing with fiends is fun. Every time I go out I always seem to find a new way to kill them. Lastly, if I were to find one more thing I like… people NOT asking me such generic questions."
"ohmyjonas, me too! wow, thats such a coincidence. so have any dirty habits or secrets?"
"Oh wow, and I didn’t think you could come up with any more new words!" Claps while grinning sarcastically. “Now please shut up before my mind starts rotting. Well, I guess I’ll indulge you since you tried so hard to impress me. I like to kill people who annoy me. Pretty simple isn’t? I think it’s more of a habit than a secret though, you should see who’s at the top of that list right now too, you’d be surprised!”
"coolness, yo. umm. home dawg. anyways. describe yourself."
"You seriously just asked me that? MY GOD how dense are you?"
"like dude! we're so compatible..."
"Ahahahahahahaha bahahahaha ahaha, haaa…"
a little bit insecure ,
[/color][/font][/center]"okay, let's rush through this. i'm thinking dancing? then, we can talk about rooms."
"Oh my, dancing? I hope you mean the kind I like, and not that boring kind that involves moving your whole body in distorted ways?"
"shh, if my boss knew about our secret romance... so. what's your heritage?"
"Well now, isn’t that a completely irrelevant question, but I stopped being surprised when I watched my parents die? Oh, wait, too soon?"
"wow, your family would love me! have anyone else in your family?"
"Ah, you’re interested in other family? Aha, believe me, you’d love them even if they existed!"
"oh. sounds horrible. haha. anything else important happen in your life?"
"You got one thing right only to go a screw it up again. See, this is why you need to pay attention to what you ask. Although, I will tell ya something with some sense of relevancy to your question. At the age of six, I was taken in and raised as a Crusader! Fighting to free Spira from the horrors of the monster, Sin! I had two friends, Nedan and Kea, and we always made a good team, y’know? Fighting fiends, having fun, getting our ***es handed to us. Y’know, the good kinda fun. Well, we had our fun, and fought and fought and fought and fought and fought until we were strong enough that we could have so much Fun it was criminal! Then we had a chance to shine, a chance to defeat the greatest of foes, rescue the damsel, save the world; you know, the goody-two-shoes kinda stuff. This opportunity was called Operation Mi’ihen. It was so prestigious, we were even backed up by a Maester! Nah, the one who lead us was a Maester, but he didn’t really count. Anyways, the battle took place, the guns set ablaze, the battle cries of the courageous, the yells, the fighting, the cheering! Ah, it was glorious: until that big piece of sushi pulled its head out of its rear and taught us a lesson. It ended abruptly; we didn’t even stand a chance. I can still remember now, laying on the beach of that cursed place, holding the hands of my dead friends. We had been fools, completely, utterly, generic fools."
"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."
"Oh my, that sounds unfortunate. Apparently lack of learning has the same effect as too much learning."
of this mistreatment ,
[/color][/font][/center]name. Lee
age. 18
rp experience. 6-8 years
rules. Aha, should I say it? You want me to say it? You sure? Thundaga, right? Am I right?
rp sample.“Mm…”
I rolled over on my side, curling up almost into a ball. It wasn’t time to wake up yet was it? Normally it wasn’t this loud in my room, or… breezy?
I sat up, rubbing the sleep lazily from my eyes. My body ached all over, and it would be so nice to just lie back down in my bed and go back to sleep. I looked around, yawning widely. It was brighter in my room than normal, did mother…?
This isn’t my room.
I hurried to my feet, almost tripping over my kimono, so it was more like stumbling. Why was I sleeping in the middle of a field?! “Mom?!” I cried, tears threatening to overflow. Where was I? I had gone to sleep in my room last night and everything was fine… so why?
It was just a field; a very large field. The grass came up to my waist, threatening to severely impede me if I’m not careful. Then I spotted something that lifted my spirit.
There was a gathering of small buildings short ways away; I could tell because there was smoke, and I could distantly hear the clatter of busy-bodies. “Where is this though…?” I asked, hoping someone would answer. I didn’t recognize this city; it wasn’t my hometown.
“I need to go down into the town and ask someone where this is…” Yea, easier said than done. I’d always been afraid of strangers; the prospect of having to ask one where I was; to trust them to tell me the truth with no ill intent…
A small tinge of fear gripped at my mind as I tried to make myself start walking. “Maybe one of them may have seen mom or dad…?” This thought cheered me up enough to let me start walking. The thought of having to approach new people like this wasn’t comforting, but the sooner I could get back home, the better!
Who knows? Maybe there’s a nice person down there who would help me.
[M:-1570:-80:]
