La Li Lu Le Lo
(?)Community Member
- Posted: Mon, 14 Feb 2005 00:03:59 +0000
Rules:
1. Be literate, please. It isn't that hard to type.
2. DON'T TYPE IN ALL CAPS. SEVEN SIXTEENTHS OF AN INCH IS AS FAR AS YOU NEED TO MOVE YOUR PINKY TO NOT SOUND STUPID.
3. Please have your weight and height be proportionate. No girls who are 5'6 and 90 pounds are healthy.
4. For the love of god, let the kid smoke. Just because you don't like it is no reason to start a fight.
5. If you don't follow these rules, you will be made fun of mercilessly. Or asked to leave. O_o.
6. Please, no uber angsty characters. They suck and are really freaking boring.)
Leif stepped out of the school. He was wearing strange clothing for a highschool... Black dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a black vest. He pushed his long brown hair away from his face and put on his gloves. The gloves were black, and had the fingers cut out. His shoes were spats, so they tapped as he walked. The seventeen year old had a part time job, but he also did strange things for money.
His blue eyes glanced around, and he had his normal smirk on. He was about 5'7, 145 pounds, and just big enough be abled to fake looking like he has muscle mass. He had taken Judo for a few years now, and gotten pretty good at it.
He had an apartment with his friend "Maiku", who he had known the better part of his life. Mike was a college student who worked part-time with Leif at a independant music store named "Diskontent.". Originally a military brat, Leif was born outside of the United States.
He strolled to the bike rack, taking a package of cigarettes out of his pocket and putting one to his lips. He had gotten this nasty habbit from his Jeet Kune Do teacher, Logan Crowley. Crowley told him stories of his father smoking nearly non-stop, and it.. Well, ran in the family. Leif rummaged in his pockets for his lighter, and couldn't find it.
He sighed. "Go figure..." Leif didn't really fall into any category but "Loner.". He never put himself into many social situations, and unless around someone he knew very well, barely spoke in a group.
(Picture of Leif: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v353/snowwolf77/Leif.jpg Except, longer hair and... *blinks* No blood on the sleeve.)
(The board is named Hairy Kid High because Leif is the Hairy Kid. O_o. I couldn't think of a proper school name, so I stopped giving a s**t and put that.)
1. Be literate, please. It isn't that hard to type.
2. DON'T TYPE IN ALL CAPS. SEVEN SIXTEENTHS OF AN INCH IS AS FAR AS YOU NEED TO MOVE YOUR PINKY TO NOT SOUND STUPID.
3. Please have your weight and height be proportionate. No girls who are 5'6 and 90 pounds are healthy.
4. For the love of god, let the kid smoke. Just because you don't like it is no reason to start a fight.
5. If you don't follow these rules, you will be made fun of mercilessly. Or asked to leave. O_o.
6. Please, no uber angsty characters. They suck and are really freaking boring.)
Leif stepped out of the school. He was wearing strange clothing for a highschool... Black dress pants, a white dress shirt, and a black vest. He pushed his long brown hair away from his face and put on his gloves. The gloves were black, and had the fingers cut out. His shoes were spats, so they tapped as he walked. The seventeen year old had a part time job, but he also did strange things for money.
His blue eyes glanced around, and he had his normal smirk on. He was about 5'7, 145 pounds, and just big enough be abled to fake looking like he has muscle mass. He had taken Judo for a few years now, and gotten pretty good at it.
He had an apartment with his friend "Maiku", who he had known the better part of his life. Mike was a college student who worked part-time with Leif at a independant music store named "Diskontent.". Originally a military brat, Leif was born outside of the United States.
He strolled to the bike rack, taking a package of cigarettes out of his pocket and putting one to his lips. He had gotten this nasty habbit from his Jeet Kune Do teacher, Logan Crowley. Crowley told him stories of his father smoking nearly non-stop, and it.. Well, ran in the family. Leif rummaged in his pockets for his lighter, and couldn't find it.
He sighed. "Go figure..." Leif didn't really fall into any category but "Loner.". He never put himself into many social situations, and unless around someone he knew very well, barely spoke in a group.
(Picture of Leif: http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v353/snowwolf77/Leif.jpg Except, longer hair and... *blinks* No blood on the sleeve.)
(The board is named Hairy Kid High because Leif is the Hairy Kid. O_o. I couldn't think of a proper school name, so I stopped giving a s**t and put that.)