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Post: 77843473_1 created on Sun, 12 Feb 2012 12:43:52 +0000
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ＸＸＸＸＸＸＣＬＡＳＳ: PEARL
ＸＸＸＸＸＯＲＩＧＩＮ: ARTAI
ＸＸＸＸＸＸＸＸＡＧＥ: 18
ＸＸＸＢＩＲＴＨＤＡＹ: WINTER 12
ＸＸＸＸＸＨＥＩＧＨＴ: 5'7"
ＸＸＸＸＸＸＢＵＩＬＤ: GRACILE
ＸＸＸＸＸＸＸＨＡＩＲ: DOWNY SILVER
ＸＸＸＸＸＸＸＥＹＥＳ: TIGER'S EYE GOLD
ＸＢＬＯＯＤＸＴＹＰＥ: A+

ＸＸＸＸＸＸＸＸＧＥＭ: SUPERIOR BELLADONNA OBSIDIAN
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ＸＸＸＸＸＷＥＡＰＯＮ: HELLEBARDE
ＸＸＸＸＡＴＴＡＣＫＳ: SANGUINE PURGER
ＸＸＸＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨ: PARRYING, IMMOBILIZING ENEMIES, PRECISION
ＸＸＸＷＥＡＫＮＥＳＳ: STAMINA, SPEED, MANEUVERABILITY

ＸＸＴＨＥＭＥＳＯＮＧ: FEEL MY SWINGGG
ＧＯＯＤＸＴＲＡＩＴＳ: GENEROUS, OUTSPOKEN, DISARMING, GREGARIOUS
ＸＢＡＤＸＴＲＡＩＴＳ: CHAUVINIST, BIGOTED, PROVOCATIVE, ILLOGICAL

ＸＸＸＸＸＸＬＩＫＥＳ: MATHEMATICS, DOGS, CITADELS, THE GLORIOUS ARTAI EMPIRE, ROCK HUNTING, SWING MUSIC, IVORY
ＸＸＸＤＩＳＬＩＫＥＳ: SMALL TALK, CANNED FOOD, STRAWBERRIES, CHESS, CROSSWORD PUZZLES, SILVER

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ: IF LOVE IS AN EVOLUTION, THEN GLORIA BELIEVES HOMOSEXUALITY IS A GENETIC FLAW THAT WILL EVENTUALLY BE ERADICATED THROUGH NATURAL SELECTION. AS AN INDIVIDUAL SHE IS RIDDLED WITH QUIRKS: THE SULLEN YAWNS THAT FOLLOW EVEN THE MOST TRIFLING EXPRESSIONS OF SELF-PRAISE, THE NEFARIOUS SMILE THAT HAUNTS HER LIPS AS SHE RECOUNTS THE TRAUMAS OF HER YOUTH, THE WAY SHE TOPPLES HEADLONG ONTO A BED AND LIES RIGID AS A MARBLE COLUMN FOR SEVERAL HOURS AFTER AN EXASPERATING DAY. BUT MOST SALIENT OF ALL IS HER PIETY, A QUIET LONELINESS THAT SHE SPINS PROFUSELY DURING IDLE HOURS OF ISOLATION, BINDING HER FIERCELY TO ACQUAINTANCES AND FRIENDS OF ALL SORTS.

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[color=white]ＸＸＸ[/color]ＢＩＲＴＨＤＡＹ[color=#254B68]: WINTER 12[/color]
[color=white]ＸＸＸＸＸ[/color]ＨＥＩＧＨＴ[color=#254B68]: 5'7"[/color]
[color=white]ＸＸＸＸＸＸ[/color]ＢＵＩＬＤ[color=#254B68]: GRACILE[/color]
[color=white]ＸＸＸＸＸＸＸ[/color]ＨＡＩＲ[color=#254B68]: DOWNY SILVER[/color]
[color=white]ＸＸＸＸＸＸＸ[/color]ＥＹＥＳ[color=#254B68]: TIGER'S EYE GOLD[/color]
[color=white]Ｘ[/color]ＢＬＯＯＤ[color=white]Ｘ[/color]ＴＹＰＥ[color=#254B68]: A+[/color]

[color=white]ＸＸＸＸＸＸＸＸ[/color]ＧＥＭ[color=#254B68]: SUPERIOR BELLADONNA OBSIDIAN[/color]
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[color=white]ＸＸＸＸ[/color]ＡＴＴＡＣＫＳ[color=#254B68]: SANGUINE PURGER[/color]
[color=white]ＸＸＸ[/color]ＳＴＲＥＮＧＴＨ[color=#254B68]: PARRYING, IMMOBILIZING ENEMIES, PRECISION[/color]
[color=white]ＸＸＸ[/color]ＷＥＡＫＮＥＳＳ[color=#254B68]: STAMINA, SPEED, MANEUVERABILITY[/color]

[color=white]ＸＸ[/color]ＴＨＥＭＥＳＯＮＧ[color=#254B68]: [url=http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iONUSv_n4lQ]FEEL MY SWINGGG[/url][/color]
ＧＯＯＤ[color=white]Ｘ[/color]ＴＲＡＩＴＳ[color=#254B68]: GENEROUS, OUTSPOKEN, DISARMING, GREGARIOUS[/color]
[color=white]Ｘ[/color]ＢＡＤ[color=white]Ｘ[/color]ＴＲＡＩＴＳ[color=#254B68]: CHAUVINIST, BIGOTED, PROVOCATIVE, ILLOGICAL[/color]

[color=white]ＸＸＸＸＸＸ[/color]ＬＩＫＥＳ[color=#254B68]: MATHEMATICS, DOGS, CITADELS, THE GLORIOUS ARTAI EMPIRE, ROCK HUNTING, SWING MUSIC, IVORY[/color]
[color=white]ＸＸＸ[/color]ＤＩＳＬＩＫＥＳ[color=#254B68]: SMALL TALK, CANNED FOOD, STRAWBERRIES, CHESS, CROSSWORD PUZZLES, SILVER[/color]

ＰＥＲＳＯＮＡＬＩＴＹ[color=#254B68]: IF LOVE IS AN EVOLUTION, THEN GLORIA BELIEVES HOMOSEXUALITY IS A GENETIC FLAW THAT WILL EVENTUALLY BE ERADICATED THROUGH NATURAL SELECTION. AS AN INDIVIDUAL SHE IS RIDDLED WITH QUIRKS: THE SULLEN YAWNS THAT FOLLOW EVEN THE MOST TRIFLING EXPRESSIONS OF SELF-PRAISE, THE NEFARIOUS SMILE THAT HAUNTS HER LIPS AS SHE RECOUNTS THE TRAUMAS OF HER YOUTH, THE WAY SHE TOPPLES HEADLONG ONTO A BED AND LIES RIGID AS A MARBLE COLUMN FOR SEVERAL HOURS AFTER AN EXASPERATING DAY. BUT MOST SALIENT OF ALL IS HER PIETY, A QUIET LONELINESS THAT SHE SPINS PROFUSELY DURING IDLE HOURS OF ISOLATION, BINDING HER FIERCELY TO ACQUAINTANCES AND FRIENDS OF ALL SORTS.[/color]

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"Ooh, zits, I can hear the dogs howling from here," Maria said, applying the finishing touches to her glossy lips before gliding across the breadth of the full-length mirror, the foppish airs of a smug peacock lifting her every step. She stopped on the far side of the room, chin hovering over the pale shoulder of another woman currently appraising her self-worth in front of the bathroom mirror. "There's only one cure for that you know.. have you tried removing your head at the shoulders?"

Gloria drew her lips into a fine line, prodding at the red callus experimentally and wincing. She glanced at Maria, laughter and hurt in her eyes, saying with mock defiance, "It's not! It's a cold sore!" She brandished a hand at the other woman's leering face, effectively shooing her away from ground zero of her horrendous disfigurement (and the award for overreacting goes to...), then cracked a hip thrust aimed to knock Maria off her pedestal. "..And, well, look at you miss priss and prim, with your mismatched bra and panties. This is an atrocity, I demand you remove them immediately!" she demanded with unwarranted authority, flinging an accusatory finger that landed directly on the respective fashion faux-pas.

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Those coveting palms, the caressing tongue. A battle fought with lips and teeth on all fronts. Stargazing at freckled constellations, which would be all she could recall six months later because Maria had whispered words hot enough to melt the obsidian gem affixed in her left ear, "You are the Sirius to my Canopus" and the metaphor hadn't made sense until she checked out that book on astronomy half a year later after being stricken with a spontaneous urge to count all the stars in the sky; but at that moment Gloria saw bronze rivets fixing fair skin to the woman's perfect bone structure, even as her mouth gravitated toward the freckles straggling along Maria's upper lip. But she wouldn't remember the lips or the sumptuous, carnal bloodlust of nails dancing down the pearls of her spine like rosary beads slipping through her fingers amid salty-tasting prayers of Ave Maria. Gloria would only recall the woman's freckles, each individual birthmark a disembodied fleck seared forever in her memory, the rest of the body lost somewhere out in the universe, but those everlasting freckles hanging aloft, rotating seductively in the nebulous haze of shower sex.

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She emerged from the shower wholly unclean and fully satisfied, the melt of the hall dappled with a fusion of acid jazz and Gregorian chants as she drifted between corridors sunken in a flood of sunlight interspersed by ranks on ranks of dreary classrooms. A half-inch cylinder, the exact likeness of a lipstick tube, twirled precariously in hand as she navigated the eastern wing. The device she threaded over and through the backs of her fingers whirred cryptically, some fifteen minutes of recorded passion churning within. It also happened to be waterproof. At the moment she was deciding Maria's fate: she could readily dispense the tape to the nearest pillar or member of staff and claim the other Otome had raped her, thus assuring the immediate expulsion of that dyke b***h, or, if she was feeling especially wily she could pin her prey down in a prolonged and rather cruel game of blackmail. Unfortunately, she was dubious about her abilities to pull off either scheme, she couldn't even get through a game of chess without flipping the board over and clamoring for an end to legitimist power and classist propaganda.

In an open doorway she glimpsed a television monitor broadcasting the technicolored glory of the morning news: "And now to the skies. Today there's a 0% chance of rain..." came the cool, disconnected voice of the weatherman. A literal reef of pink-skirted Corals were clustered about the screen.

"Oh, hey, zero percent, that's like, what? One hundred times the likelihood of you ever graduating," one of the front-row girls said snidely, glancing sidelong at the target of her derision.

The other girl, a snub-nosed brunette, bristled momentarily then went back to listlessly smoothing out the pleats of her skirt. "Yeah... well... I can't think of a good comeback," she replied weakly, shrugging and fixing her glance back on the television. "Wow, look at that! Is that even anatomically possible?"

At those words, an astonishingly accurate description of her clandestine recording, Gloria flung headlong into the room, pinching between the sea of Coral while bellowing wrathfully, "Himmel donner wetter! How did you little opfer get ahold of my sex ta--" She froze in the pitch of frenzy, legs buckling beneath her and feeling herself slip into an auspiciously placed chair as she bore witness to the footage of Windbloom City, the camera panning out over distant skylines denigrated by cyclopean extraterrestrials, almost piteous on account of their forced bondage, but nevertheless loathsome menaces.

The only acknowledgement of her ravings came from the slighted brunette, apparently still on edge from her classmate's earlier remark and eager to pounce on Gloria's glorious distraction. "What? Weirdo.. Oh, looklooklook! It's Hiro Yasuhiro! One of the five pillars!"

"The pillar of what? Cleavage?" The smartmouthed Coral stifled a yawn and flipped the channel onto a network advertising Otome earring mock-ups, sans robe activation powers, naturally.

"Careful, Yuu-chan, or you'll turn out like Lavolpe Hoellwarth."

"How do you know everyone's last names? Careful Carmen, you're going to end up turning into a creeper.. and then one day you'll try to stalk one of the pillars off the top of a moving bus and lose your arms and legs!" Yuu-chan nodded decisively, arms uncrossing to flutter ominously about the air while she proclaimed sonorously, "The prophesy has spoken!"

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After gaining control of the remote through some clever stratagem and failing to operate the array of buttons and knobs and time traveling features, Gloria returned to the hallway, certain she had at one point during her random button mashing accidentally hacked into Windbloom's defense system and launched no fewer than six missiles before flinging the doomsday device at the closest Coral and beating a hasty retreat.

Five minutes of ambling purposelessly down the hall led her to the recreation center, a cozy nook of the academy that she tended to inadvertently stumble upon whenever she was in crisis-mode or had generally made a fool of herself. Hence she was a regular face around this quarter.

Lost in thought, a rare occurrence, Gloria reclined on one of the chaise lounges, eyes rolling up to the ceiling pensively. 'Well, I do like Professor Volodymyr, but Professor Kobayashi was my first, sooo..' She had just reached the climax of her inward debate about who was the better math teacher when her sights set on the recumbent pillar nose-deep in a questionable magazine.

Cupping her cheek idly in the hollow of her palm to prop herself into a semi-seated position, Gloria decided she was in the mood for oratory: "There was once a conquistador who had an insatiable greed for rare gems and metals," she began with a slender smile redolent of deeper meaning, "So when he learned that an island off the coast of Aswald was rich in gold he set sail in quest of it, determined to conquer and enslave the native people.

"Well, when he arrived, the inhabitants were incredibly welcoming. In fact, they invited the conquistador to a feast hosted in his honor. And after he'd had his fill, a bunch of the natives grabbed him, forced his mouth open, and poured molten gold down his throat until his organs burst. Thus, his lust for gold was finally sated." By the time she had reached the story's end Gloria had forgotten her original point. Ah well, it was probably meant to convey a moral lesson, thus inconsequential.

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The sun rose across the ashen wastes like a bronze censer spewing out plumes of smoke for some godless rite of passage. Out the store window the street was choked with marrow-colored light.

Fester paced up and down the farthest and most forsaken aisle in the pokémart, wrist clasped behind his back as he attempted to puzzle out whether or not the building contained hidden cameras or merely relied on faith in humanity's better nature to meet its security needs. He was leaning toward the latter.

Flinging a few last rapid-fire glances around a shelf loaded with various processed foods, he recoiled horrified. He had seen the damned. And the sight of lavish flirtations on the front counter would haunt his memories forever.

Searing embarrassment pounded in his ears as he listened to the comedy of clerk versus gym leader. If that was an example of the human mating ritual then he was surprised their species had survived this long. 'Jeez, you could power the entire island with all the sexual frustration in this room.'

He shifted his focus back to the pressing issue: which worthless trinket to steal.

Slowly, discreetly, he hinged his hand over the middle shelf and a jagged voice raked cold shock across his back, "What d'ya think you're doing?"

"Hunting for clefairies," he rejoined in a silvery tone, swiping up a pack of gum before he swung around. A rather crusty gentleman stood at his forefront, bluff and rough-hewn as a graveler. By the looks of it either a wandering pokémon trainer or a homeless man, not that there was much difference.

"I wouldn't if I were you, I subscribe, it's not good to be doing that," the man went on, scratching the nape of his mummied neck before licking the ends of his fingers clean.

"Why? It's my birthday," Fester said, a cold sigh venting out the mouth slit of his ever-present mask, "and no one got me anything last year." Admittedly, that was a bit of a lie; his mother had offered to purchase him any region of his choosing to dispose of as he saw fit. After toying with the idea of nuking Hoenn to smithereens, he decided to instead request that she buy him the moon. Of course he hadn't specified which moon and thanks to that blunder was now the blasé owner of what he soon discovered to be little more than a glorified ice cube circling the unfortunately named planet Uranus.

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