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I made a poll just because I wanted 14 gold.

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[Captain Kiza Pirate]

xxxxxxxxThere was
xxxxO N C E8U P O N8A8T I M E 〔 in another place 〕
xxxxxxxxxxxxan evil king - dom who no person dared to face
xxxxxxxxand the ruler was a girl so mean--- ✖ ✖ ✖
xxxxa--t i n y--l i t t l e--p r i n c e s s--o f--o n l y--a g e--f o u r t e e n--!

■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox

"Rin speaking looks like this."

'Rin thinking looks like this'

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

↘ ↘flowers bloom daintily with vivid coloration ✿ - - - - - xox
flowers bloom daintily with vivid coloration ✿ - - - - - xoxoxxoxoox

= o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o

If you're short on money that's no fearful thing
Just take it from those who you dangle on a string
To those who feel that they want to bring me down
You'll just tidy up my gown.
n o w ,--b o w--t o--m e--!

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[size=11][color=#f9c384][b]"Rin speaking looks like this."[/b][/color]

[color=#a6a6a6][i]'Rin thinking looks like this'[/i][/color]

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Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

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Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

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[align=right][color=#f9c384]If you're short on money that's no fearful thing
Just take it from those who you dangle on a string
To those who feel that they want to bring me down
You'll just tidy up my gown.[/color]
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[Captain Kiza Pirate]

you are my lady.xxx
&& I am your servant.xxxxx
( d e s t i n y ) divided pitiful twins.xxxxxxxxxx
if it's to protect you,xxxxxx
I'll become evil for you. ◄ ◄ ◄xxxx

■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox ■ xox

"Len speaking looks like this."

'Len thinking looks like this'

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

↘ ↘flowers bloom daintily with vivid coloration ✿ - - - - - xox
flowers bloom daintily with vivid coloration ✿ - - - - - xoxoxxoxoox

= o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o = o

Expectations were expected of the two of us since we were born.
The bell of church blessed us.
For selfish adults' reasons, our future was ripped in two.
Even if all of the world becomes your enemy, I will protect you.
s o--j u s t--b e--t h e r e--s m i l i n g--a n d--l a u g h i n g--♥

[align=center][img]http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v120/Stripe/lenpost.png[/img][/align][size=10][color=#a6a6a6][align=right]you are my [i][color=#ffd465]lady[/color][/i].[color=white]xxx[/color]
[color=#dac656]&&[/color] [b]I[/b] am your [color=#d7d3d2][u][color=#e6b41a]servant[/color][/u][/color].[color=white]xxxxx[/color]
( [color=#fed472]d e s t i n y[/color] ) divided [color=#feb66b][strike][color=#a6a6a6]pitiful[/color][/strike][/color] twins.[color=white]xxxxxxxxxx[/color]
if it's to [color=#e6b41a]protect[/color] you,[color=white]xxxxxx[/color]
[b]I'll become evil for you.[/b] [color=#feb66b]◄[/color] [color=#e6b41a]◄[/color] [color=#dac656]◄[/color][color=white]xxxx[/color]
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[size=11][color=#e6b41a][b]"Len speaking looks like this."[/b][/color]

[color=#4f4e4c][i]'Len thinking looks like this'[/i][/color]

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy.

Now I guess I'll have to type something in order to stretch out the post so I can see what this would actually look like. Only I'll never really know what it actually looks like due to the fact my screen is huge and makes me unaware of page stretches. But hopefully it won't look too bad anyways, you know? These will certainly be busy posts, though, haha.

Now perhaps I'll repeat this a bit, just so I don't have to keep thinking of things to type. Because I am that lazy. Oh yes indeedy. [/size]
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[align=right][color=#4f4e4c]↘ ↘[/color][color=white][size=9]flowers bloom daintily with vivid coloration ✿ - - - - - xox[/size][/color]
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The bell of church blessed us.
For selfish adults' reasons, our future was ripped in two.
Even if all of the world becomes your enemy, I will protect you.[/color]
[size=10]s o[color=white]--[/color]j u s t[color=white]--[/color]b e[color=white]--[/color]t h e r e[color=white]--[/color]s m i l i n g[color=white]--[/color]a n d[color=white]--[/color]l a u g h i n g[color=white]--[/color][color=#9c0e0a]♥[/color][/size]
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[Captain Kiza Pirate]

One could say many things about Major Myra Birch, but to claim that she honestly cared about the general well being of her country, let alone two idiots who couldn't even spend a stupid train ride without being attacked, would be quite the lie.

Because, frankly, she didn't.

Many people wondered why she had joined the army in the first place if she didn't care about her country, but her choice to be a dog of the military was simple - no other job interested her, so being a soldier was chosen as a default.

She didn't care enough about other people to be a doctor. She didn't care enough about making money to go into retail. She didn't care enough about discovering the mysteries of life to become a scientist. She didn't care about God or the Devil, so that ruled out being a missionary. Myra, however, also didn't care about her reputation or how dangerous her job was, so she didn't mind being in the Military, life-threatening or no. And because she didn't care about the feelings of others, it didn't stop her from being a basic pawn of her higher-ups, sent to do the dirty work, and she quickly progressed through the ranks of power.

But she didn't really care. It just meant a bigger paycheck.

Now that she thought about it, it was probably because she didn't care about anything that her boss had sent her to take care of the Elric twins in the first place. She didn't mind having such a degrading job. The only problem was that she didn't feel like putting forth any particular effort if they were put into danger, and she knew that she'd get in trouble if these kids ended up on their deathbeds and she turned out unscratched.

The Major sighed, scratching her head. There really was no good side to this.

Well, she supposed she could tease them a little. That could be fun, especially if they had the same type of temper their father was rumored to have at that age. She wondered if they would respond to petty insults like 'short' or 'ugly'... Not that she was one to talk. Myra wasn't ugly, per se, but she could have tried a little harder.

Needless to say, her "I-don't-give-a-damn-that-you're-burning-alive" expression didn't help matters.

She stared at her watch dully, waiting for the train to pull in at the station. It wasn't supposed to be there for another ten minutes or so, yet her superiors had insisted that she arrive half an hour early, 'just in case'.

Why the hell would a train be arriving half an hour early? If anything, public transportation was known to be late.

Instead of standing alert, like she should have been, she was slumped on a bench that was really meant for about three people, but instead occupied by her feet. She took out her gun and played idly with it for a moment, receiving quite a few startled looks by random passerby. She shrugged off the worried stares - she was wearing her Military uniform, after all. they shouldn't have been worried. Myra might have been aloof, but she wasn't careless.

[Captain Kiza Pirate]

y o u--w o u l d--n o t--b e l i e v e--y o u r--e y e s--i f--- -
→xxxx→xten-million fireflies
xxlit up the world
xxas i fell asleep

xoxoxoH E L L O
Well, well, well. Looks like you've stumbled upon my search thread. I'm glad you did. Because I just so happened to be looking for roleplays. Hence the search thread.

This post here is pretty much optional, giving a brief description of myself for those pesky little creepers who believe the person behind the screen is crucial for a successful roleplay. While I do believe it's good to know your partner OOC, I don't think my cup size really determines the length of my roleplaying abilities.

Needless to say, if you're asking me how big my boobs are, I don't think we're going to have very common interests in roleplaying at all .___.;

Right. So. Most people call me Grape or Grapey or Mango, because of my username, and you're fully welcome to use any of these, or, if you'd prefer, Kiza - it was my old nickname, and most of my closer friends still refer to me as such. In fact, most people in general learn to call me Kiza because I'm more used to it. But I respond to anything, so long as I know you're talking to me. I'm female, fourteen (My birthday is in December, and if our roleplay lasts that long, I'll be expecting gifts), I have brown hair and brown eyes, and I live somewhere along the lines of the US East coast, where people believe you'll be sent to hell whether you believe in God or not. My religious beliefs are a bit tricky to explain, but if you're willing to listen long enough and you promise not to condemn me to the Devil every two seconds because I'm not an orthodox Christian, I'll be glad to try and explain it to you. But my religious beliefs don't really reflect upon my roleplaying, so that's beside the point.

I do believe that's enough about my personal life, so feel free to continue on with the rest of the thread now.

i'd like to make myself believe xx
that planet earth turns slowly xx

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y o u--w o u l d--n o t--b e l i e v e--y o u r--e y e s--i f--- -
→xxxx→xten-million fireflies
xxlit up the world
xxas i fell asleep

xoxoxoS T R E N G T H S
★xx I'm flexible. I play either male or female, I double (though if we're going to be playing multiple characters, I can go much farther), I don't mind swearing or violence or romance. If you think that where we're heading with the plot is getting dull, I don't mind taking a turn to make it more interesting. I'm open minded.I don't care if your character is a Bible thumper. I don't care if they're sent from the Devil himself to try and burn down the world. Chances are, my character will try and help. If you have a plot that's totally out there, way out of the norm, just ask. I don't have any particular ideas in mind. I might say yes.

★xx I'd like to believe I'm a pretty damn good writer. I haven't had writer's block in a long time; usually, when I get around to starting a post, I'll finish it the same day. My writing is interesting (or so I've been told). I can keep you reading by throwing in witty lines here and there. I know how to spell, I know what correct grammar is. I'll take creative risks to make my writing more appealing. I'll make mistakes here and there, but not so much as to take away from the actual post. You're not going to have to tell me that 'potion' isn't really spelled 'poshun'. I can keep up. Trust me.

★xx I don't care about post length. Give me a one liner; see if I bash you. I'm really good with mirroring, so long as you don't give me a ridiculously long novel with only a sentence or two of actual content.

★xx I know how to make graphics, if you believe that's something that'll keep you hooked in the roleplay. I can make my post fancy, your post fancy, the whole thread fancy, whatever. I don't care if the posts are plain, either. Saves time, you know? I'll do whatever.

★xx I don't believe I have ever, EVER lost interest in a onexone. Ever. If it takes me a week to respond to your post, it's not because I've lost interest. It's because I've gotten busy. I don't ditch.

★xx I'm honest. Look, I've even admitted that I have weaknesses. See?

xoxoxoW E A K N E S S E S
✕xx I'm only open to playing Hetero relationships. I have nothing against gay people - I even have some homosexual characters myself - but the way that yaoi and yuri is portrayed on the internet is... not something I'm comfortable with. Don't even bother asking me for yaoi or yuri. I won't oblige.

✕xx I do not play canon characters. There are plenty of movies, animes, manga, whatever, that I love, but I refuse to play the characters. I butcher them when I try. I find it incredibly hard to make them stay IC, and I feel extremely embarrassed when I make a mistake. You're going to have to convince me very well if you want me to try.

✕xx I'm not the best person with plots. There are times when I'm really on a role, contributing idea after idea after idea, but there are other times when my mind is completely dry and I really don't have a clue. If the latter seems to be the case, please don't be discouraged. We can wing it. My favorite onexone that I'm in right now started off without a plot, and it evolved into one of the coolest roleplays ever. (there's even a link to it in my sigmap ;D)

✕xx My writing 'voice', so to speak, changes from time to time. Right now, in this search thread, my writing is incredibly dull and choppy. I'm not exactly sure why, and I wish I was in one of my better tones while making this, so I wouldn't discourage some cool people, but meh. I usually don't do THAT bad of a job keeping consistency in one roleplay.

✕xx I'm a perfectionist. I very constantly worry whether or not my characters are developed enough, whether you might think I just ripped them off from some other character and tried to pass it off on my own. I've been told my characters re well developed, so maybe you shouldn't take my word for this (I hope you don't - I'm practically talking you out of roleplaying with me, here .__.;;; ), but eh. I'd be very grateful for constructive criticism nonetheless.

✕xx I'm a sucker for romance, and, though I enjoy many many many other plot aspects, I tend to focus on relationships in plots more than I should. >.> I'm a girl. Sue me.

✕xx I'll probably only roleplay over Private Threads. I don't mind attempting to plot with AIM or MSN or even PM, but I'll lose track over roleplays on anything other than Private Threads, so. Best idea we keep it to Barton.

I believe that's about all I have to mention at this moment, so I'll leave it at that. I'll edit it if and when I find I have more strengths and weaknesses to share.

i'd like to make myself believe xx
that planet earth turns slowly xx

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y o u--w o u l d--n o t--b e l i e v e--y o u r--e y e s--i f--- -
→xxxx→xten-million fireflies
xxlit up the world
xxas i fell asleep

xoxoxoC R A V I N G S
To be honest, everything I seem to be craving right now is a little cliché, so I'm totally not going to be against you suggesting anything I haven't listed. I'm also going to list my favorite anime/manga/books/movies/etc so that, if you like them too, we can build a plot based on that.

xxxo r i g i n a l
★xx childhood friend x childhood friend
★xx kindergartner x kindergartner ( not in a sexual relationship, obviously; I just really wanted to play little five-year-olds gluing each other to bean bag chairs )
★xx really wild boy x straight-laced, proper girl ( only reason I'd prefer to play the girl is because I have a specific character in mind for this, and she was created for a similar onexone that was cut short, and I miss it :< )
★xx interracial relationship at some point in time where such a relationship was not accepted ( IE: a black person and white person in the 60s )
★xx pirate x ransack
★xx something to do with ghosts ( but not too scary 8D; I'm a huge coward )
★xx geisha x samurai
★xx Something based on a song. Any song. I don't know, I've just seen roleplays like that before, and it looked cool. I don't have anything particular in mind, though >O>;
★xx again, please feel free to suggest any original plot that isn't on this list. I'm willing to go for just about anything here.

xxxf a n d o m s
★xx FullMetal Alchemist ( manga or Brotherhood ONLY ) - I'm especially a fan of Ling and Ran Fan's relationship right now.
★xx Pokemon
★xx Fire Emblem: PoR - I recently beat the game, and I've started again using only Female characters;; we can try to build a plot off of that, if you'd like |D
★xx Zelda: TP - I really like Midna and Link's relationship, romantic or no. They were both so damn cool <3
★xx The World Ends with You
★xx Pokemon Colosseum - you know, the one with the glowy Shadow Pokémon. I have an OC that would be very perfect for the role of the thief guy.
★xx Disney Stories - specifically Mulan, Aladdin, or the Little Mermaid. With interesting tweaks, of course ;3
★xx I honestly can't think of anything else I'm particularly obsessed with, but I'll leave it at that. Ask me for another fandom if you'd like - I'm fairly certain I forgot something.

xxxr e f u s a l
these are the roleplays I will not do without some serious convincing.
✕xx Vocaloid. I hate Vocaloid. With a passion.
✕xx Twilight, unless it's to mock the glittery vampires. Or unless we ditch the Cullens and Bella completely and focus on the werewolves.
✕xx Animal roleplays.
✕xx Horror roleplays, with the exception of ghosts, like you saw in my original plots.
✕xx Slave roleplays.
✕xx Anything where I'd have to be the big strong male playing opposite your Suey little female flouncing all over the place while every bad guy tries to rape her and I have to protect her and blah. I want to roleplay, not write out your wet dreams.

i'd like to make myself believe xx
that planet earth turns slowly xx

[Captain Kiza Pirate]

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High school graduation meant a big deal to Jodie. Her father, who could be described as 'strict' (although that would be something of an understatement), had very carefully explained to her that this event marked the day she became a proper member of society, and that if she did one thing - just one - to mess it up, then someone might see and spread rumors. To potential employers. While Jodie was old enough to recognize paranoia in her father's eyes, she did not want to have to deal with his bitching about how she wasn't sitting properly or something stupid like that, so she sat in the auditorium, legs crossed, looking as proper and as mannerly as a respectable southern woman possibly could.

It came as no surprise, however, when a mere ten minutes into the ceremony, it was interrupted by a certain Simon Andros. Although the focus was probably on him, having missed his inital cue despite many rehearsals, Jodie refrained from rolling her eyes just in case her father might catch eye of her expression. Of course Simon would miss his cue. Of course. It was just like him to do something like that. He was so irresponsible and rude and hateful and a horrible friend and a backstabber and people liked him for all the wrong reasons and he never told the truth and really, some people could stand to teach him some manners... Jodie hadn't realized until after her once-friend had shaken the Principal's hand that she'd managed to spend quite some time coming up with almost every insult possible to throw at Simon in her mind. It really wasn't normal for Jodie to hold such a grudge, but, really, he deserved every bit of it! What kind of man goes around calling his so-called best friend a slut just because she had a boyfriend when he remained single? She clenched and unclenched her fist, delicate in her lap, before taking a deep breath to calm herself down. The person next to her was looking at her funny.

And, the nagging voice that sounded very similar to her father pointed out, that person next to her might be a future employer.


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After the graduation ceremony was finished, Jodie was quite thankful when her mother explained that her father was very sorry and that he had a very important meeting to attend to and that he was incredibly proud of her and would see her later that night. Jodie didn't necessarily have any problems with her father - he was a wonderful man, however strict he might be - but she just didn't like to be in public with him. He spent a lot of time insulting whoever was nearby in a low voice, saying that so-and-so had bad posture, used grammar incorrectly, and didn't they know their future employer could be here sometime? Jodie was quite used to it - she dealt with it all the time at home, after all - but it took quite some time for either her friends to get used to her father or her father to get used to her friends. She remembered with a pang in her chest that Simon was probably the first person that her father had accepted as an imperfect human being, and that after she and Simon had stopped talking, it had been considerably more difficult for her father to put up with anybody new.

Coincidence, she told herself, trying to pay attention to the matter at hand. Her mother was weeping into her shoulder, warbling about how her little baby had grown up so fast, and how proud she was, and Jodie was finally a woman, and a beautiful one at that, and she'd write all the time when she was in Connecticut, right?, and so much more that Jodie had a bit of trouble keeping up. She had already cried her fair share during the actual ceremony - she'd miss all of her Kansas friends, of course - and she was feeling a little drained right now. Getting angry at Simon right off the bat hadn't helped much, either; she'd spent most of her years as a Junior and Senior attempting to pretend he didn't exist, and the sudden wave of emotion towards him made her feel a little... what? Refreshed? No, it just brought her anger to the surface again. All the things he'd said...

Jodie could deal with a lot insults - she was rather thick-skinned for such a quiet girl - but he'd called her a slut. That was something she wasn't willing to let go of just like that.

Well, that was what she'd told everyone. Really, 'slut' was the least hurtful of insults - she was fairly certain that plenty of people who were angry with her called her a slut, simply because it was one of the easiest insults to come up with - no girl liked to be described as easy, whether she was or not. She was more upset that he'd told her to go to hell. That he didn't care. That he didn't want to be friends anymore.

The pang in her chest returned. Yes, that was what'd hurt the most. That they ceased being friends.

But Jodie had spent quite some time making sure that absolutely nobody knew that she missed him. At all. She'd allowed herself to be swallowed by what could be described as the more 'popular' crowd, thanks to her super-jock boyfriend, and they all said she was better off without him anyway, since she was so smart and he didn't put forth much effort into his grades at all, and for quite some time, she allowed herself to believe them. And rightfully so, she told herself, scowling. They were one-hundred percent right. I don't want him near me, anyway. To say that Jodie was bitter would be a bit of an understatement.

“Ma’am, I couldn’ help but admire your fabulous curls – what have you done with your hair? Momma and I were just discussin’ it.”

Jodie blinked, turning around. She hadn't been expecting anyone to approach her; she was fairly certain she'd given out hugs to all of her friends while they were all still in the building. She'd assured those close to her that she would indeed be going to Applebee's - the equivalent of fine dining in Kansas - for dinner, and they'd all said that they would meet her there and they could all have one last meal, discussing the great times they'd shared in the past four years.

Looking at Simon, she couldn't find much great about the past four years at all.

"Ohh, Simon, sweetums!" Her mother wailed, embracing the other graduate as if he were her own son. She buried her nose into his shoulder, a fresh round of tears coming on, and Jodie crossed her arms, looking as if she'd swallowed a mouthful of tar. "Ma'am," she scoffed, though she was certain Simon wouldn't be able to hear over the sound of her mother's crocodile tears. There was a time when Simon had just called her "Mom" - a much more lighthearted time. It felt like another life.

He was staring at her over her mother's shoulder, and, while Jodie would like very much to flip him the bird and smack him across the face, she knew she'd get in trouble if she even so much as glared at him. So she kept a poker face. "Yeah," she said slowly, softly. Her mother had finally stopped wailing to the point where her voice was audible - she didn't bother raising it. "You too." Like he really cared about her well being. He'd made his opinion on that clear long ago.

Jodie's mother finally released Simon from the bear hug, and drew a deep breath, as if she'd just spent an hour underwater (though, with the way she was crying, she might as well have). She fumbled through her little handbag and pulled out the pathetic wallet Jodie had bought back in her middle school days and had neglected to replace - it had a creepy-looking monkey staring at her with little hearts surrounding it. "Mom?" she asked, accepting the gift - it had money in it. This was a first.

"Now I know you wanted to go to Applebee's with all your other little friends, but we just don't have time for that, since you've got all the last-minute shopping to do with Simon. Don't worry, Jodes, I'll go on and tell all them that you couldn't make it 'cause you're too tired."

Jodie blinked.

"The trip, the trip, of course!" Her mother grinned in an uncanny way that, frankly, made Jodie a bit nervous. "I didn't tell you because I wanted it to be a surprise, and now I don't even have the time!" She sighed. "You just go on to the store with Simon and he'll explain all of it to you. I have to go tell your friends you're not going to be at dinner tonight!"

And before Jodie had a chance to protest, her plump little mother waddled off in the general direction of the car. She drew in a deep breath, and turned to face Simon again. Had he really grown so tall? Jodie had always been a bit short for her age, but she hadn't remembered him towering over her like that - even while wearing heels, she barely reached his nose. She could remember when they were both the same height, wandering around the house, making up new adventures... She shook her head. Those days were gone. Gone.

And she still couldn't help but search for something in his eyes...

"Trip?" she asked quickly, trying to distract herself from the painful memories. She didn't want to be nice to him. She wanted to hate him. "What is she talking about? Have you been planning something?" Her eyes narrowed as she finished her inquiries - of course he would try and ruin her last summer in Kansas.

She supposed that for Simon, ruining their friendship simply wasn't enough.

[Captain Kiza Pirate]

xxYou think that by crying to me
xxLooking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
xxYou've been infected by a social disease
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i--c r e a t e dthe -- sound -- of -- madness
the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?

[Captain Kiza Pirate]

xxYou think that by crying to me
xxLooking so sorry that I'm gonna believe
xxYou've been infected by a social disease
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i--c r e a t e dthe -- sound -- of -- madness
the sound of madness, wrote the book on pain
Somehow I'm still here to explain
That the darkest hour never comes in the night
You can sleep with a gun
When you gonna wake up and fight for yourself?

[Captain Kiza Pirate]

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[Captain Kiza Pirate]

#005 | Regan | The Contagious Form |

| | [Gender]
Female

| | [Age]
20

| | [Appearance]
If Regan had grown up in a normal environment, she might have had the opportunity to be quite pretty - she has a nicely shaped face and pale blue eyes plenty of women would be envious of. This, however, is the limits to her beauty - Regan is tall, curveless, pale, and has a long, crooked nose. While some of these problems might be fixable with modern makeup or a pretty haircut, Regan obviously had no access to such things; she grew up like all of the rest of the children in the San Fransisco basement, relying only on her genetics. Of course, with everyone looking so plain, she hasn't felt threatened in the least - being ugly or pretty has never been a problem before.

| | [Personality]
For the most part, Regan appears to be a rather charming woman - sociable, intelligent, emotionally strong. She likes to consider herself rather close to a majority of the experiments (albeit the few who manage to get under her skin), and she's fairly certain that there's at least one of them that'd do anything to keep her alive and healthy. It's rather easy to see that Regan has spent most of her twenty years working hard to shower the other experiments with trust, friendship, and kindness, right?

Wrong.

Although Regan considers herself fairly popular among the experiments left standing, she did not earn these friendships through being earnest and kind. Regan has that certain charisma that draws people to her - she never really had any difficulty getting along with people. However, Regan doesn't treat others as good and true as they might do for her; she could easily be described as very manipulative and self-serving. Regan isn't afraid to step all over somebody if it means something good for her - she'd gladly stab a best friend in the back in order to get something she wanted. So far, she has not quite gone to that extreme, assuming that at the moment it'd be a much better idea to keep her fellow experiments close to her rather than destroy their trust.

Seeing as there has yet to be anyone to see through this fake shell Regan has extended, though, there is nobody but herself that knows of her manipulating. As far as the other experiments are concerned, she's perfectly normal - as normal as one could be in this place, anyway.

Of course, she has certain flaws that she can't hide, no matter how hard she tries. Regan has quite the temper, actually; if one were to get under her skin, it would not be beneath her to retaliate in such a way that some people might consider frightening. She would also proceed to complain about the incident until someone either calmed her down or something more important came up - thinking very highly of herself, Regan believes her problems to be the most pertinent out of the experiments left.

This also leaves most to believe that Regan is self centered and bossy - both of which are one-hundred percent true. If someone other than herself is in the middle of a situation, giving orders, there better damn well be a good reason why she isn't. Regan has been prone to try and take over in such circumstances, whether she's more suited towards such a job or not.

| | [History]
Like almost all of the other experiments, Regan has no recollection of any life outside of the basement she lives in - for almost all of her life, she never even imagined there would be one. Regan was captured mere hours after being born, and she only had about three years of nursing and caretaking before the scientists in charge of her decided to operate. If there was a brief moment in time when Regan was mature enough to realize that she was a normal human, she certainly doesn't remember it - for as long as her memories last, she has always been Number Five.

At first, Regan was slated to just be a regular Healer. The scientists had manufactured some sort of concoction that would heal skin cells, no matter what had happened to them - they merely needed some sort of activator. She was the last one of five children they injected the antidote into, and the only one that got it to work properly and survive the rehabilitation process that followed the surgeries. For quite some time, the scientists were fine with Regan just healing small things - little scabs, cuts, any scars that her fellow Lab Rats might have acquired. But after a year or so of nearly flawless results, they began to get more ambitious. What if they could reverse the powers they gave to this small child? They took some time developing new poisons to do just that, injected it into another experiment. The new victim didn't survive one day before their skin fell off.

The poison worked. They knew that. But, like with the antidote, they needed an activator - someone who could inflict the wound, but not be harmed from it. Once again, their eyes turned to Regan, their only healer left from their very first batch of experiments - it was a risk, they knew.

They took it. Regan was six years old when she acquired a dual ability.

The scientists quickly learned about the delicate balance that needed to be kept in order for both poison and antidote to rest in Regan's body - at first, they put in too much poison and Regan was very near death until they added in more antidote to balance it out. At the time, Regan was a mere container for the two solutions; if she went too long without having more potion and antidote put into her, then she would run out. This was obviously not the ideal situation, and, by the time Regan had turned ten, the scientists were trying to come up with some sort of fake organ that would artificially create the poison and antidote for them.

They were hoping that this would kill two birds with one stone - if her body was the thing creating the poison, it might not kill her, and the antidote might not kill the poison. At the very least, they supposed that they wouldn't have to keep on giving Regan more antidote and poison whenever she was running low. The fake organ was completed just before her thirteenth birthday - not that she knew anything special about the date.

It was more of a present for the scientists to learn that the organ at least worked. They would no longer have to make more poison or antidote, for Regan's body was doing it for them.

On the other hand, it had not solved their first problem - because the organ was releasing equal amounts of poison and antidote, it made no difference at all to the balance issues. It was back to the drawing board for the scientists.

Although Regan had never voiced this, she was rather pleased that they couldn't figure out any way to get the poison and antidote to keep from canceling each other out. She was no different from any of the other experiments - she hated the surgeries, hated the scientists, hated the white, hated the God-Forsaken eggs they ate every damned morning. It made her heart swell with pride to know that she was causing them even the slightest annoyance, especially when it was their own fault. She made no effort at all to help the scientists with their issues - not like she was really expected to. The scientists would never take advice from a small teenager, and this suited Regan just fine.

So from then on, Regan had a fairly leisurely life. Her power was basically completed - until the scientists figured out a way to get rid of the kinks in the system, that is - so she really didn't need daily surgeries or rehab like other experiments might have. She spent most of her time socializing with other experiments as she got the chance, working her own schedule around others'. The scientists didn't seem to mind - it wasn't as if she were plotting against them.

Yet.

Regan was about seventeen when Felix had pulled her aside to explain something about an outside world nobody had ever seen. Regan wasn't entirely fond of him, and at first she didn't believe him at all. The experiments were bored - it wouldn't be unusual for Felix to try and prank Regan, especially if they weren't very close to begin with. But she couldn't help but be curious - she kept an ear out, eavesdropping on the conversations of more careless scientists, and, over time, what Felix had said began to make sense.

There really was another world out there.

It wasn't long until she had began to try and plot some sort of escape, telling nobody of her plans until she was sure they would be perfect. She ended up not telling anyone at all, for after a while, Felix began spreading more plans of escaping, too. She had agreed in on the plan, though she was not a fan of Felix's leadership at all.

Regan had spent two decades in the labs. She'd had it. If playing buddy-buddy to Felix was all it took to run away, then that was a price she was willing to pay.

It was time to get out.

| | [Power]
One could say that Regan got lucky with her power; it has not one ability, but two. The scientists gifted Regan with the ability to alter the condition of skin cells - that is, she can either kill the ones that are alive, or heal ones that have already died. This means that, if concentrating, Regan could potentially kill all enough skin cells on somebody's body so that the membrane would rot and fall off, and the victim could die of blood loss. This is assuming that said person would sit still long enough for this to happen - the poison she uses takes quite some time to spread if she isn't focused enough. Likewise, Regan could probably save someone from a similar fate - it doesn't matter how deep a flesh wound is; if it's a cut in the skin, she can heal it. The bigger the gash, the longer it takes, obviously, so Regan has had to practice on being able to focus on her healing very quickly so as to not let any targets die.

Needless to say, it's not a bad idea to be friendly with Regan, for a number of reasons.

| | [Limitations]
In order to kill skin cells, the scientists embedded a sort of poison into Regan's body, ready to activate at her will. To heal the cells, the scientists embedded an antidote. This means that Regan has a very delicate poison-to-antidote ratio inside of her, and, should the balance be upset, the results could be very dangerous. If she has more poison inside of her than antidote, then it's quite likely the poison could spread and harm - or kill - her. However, if she has more antidote than poison, it's also possible that the antidote could obliterate the poison completely, therefore limiting Regan's power to just healing. This means that to keep the balance steady, she cannot merely heal a wound without inflicting another one, and vice versa. Regan has received numerous surgeries throughout her life to try and solve this problem, but, twenty years later, there has yet to be a cure.

| | [Username]
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[Captain Kiza Pirate]

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"I... Well... The dancing?"

As quickly as the compliment had hit the system, it was gone, and now Alina was suddenly unsure of herself, and a bit frustrated that she'd allowed her guard to drop so suddenly. Gabriel could have just been saying that - she had no proof that he was being honest. At all. She found herself taking a few steps back as he inched closer - somehow, she felt... intimidated. It was almost as if getting too close to him would result in caving in to her hormones. She frowned. After all that she'd been through today, caving in was not something she could afford.

And yet she suggested to dance first.

Really, it made the most sense - Alina could practice her lines and sing until her lungs gave out at home, but dancing was something she needed a partner for. She'd been struggling to get the routines down simply because she didn't have anyone to dance with, so Gabriel's offer was helping her in a number of ways. Maybe if she just learned the routine a little better, she could get the role of Christina and everything would be back to normal.

She swallowed the lump in her throat. Yeah, right. She was going to have to work harder than that.

But who was she kidding? Dancing really just gave her the chance to hold onto Gabriel, to allow him to guide her through the steps... Alina might have been lying to herself when she said she didn't like him, but she wasn't about to deny the fact that Gabriel was very, very attractive.

"Gabe," she said, taking another step forward. "Right." She didn't return his gesture with giving him a nickname of her own - if "Alina" wasn't short enough for him, he could certainly come up with something of his own. Frankly, Alina was the kind of girl who appreciated creativity and originality in a pet name, and... Oh, who was she kidding? It wasn't like they were a couple.

She drew in her breath, as if about to plunge into an ice-cold pool - quite frankly, she felt that such a task might have been easier. She felt like she wasn't ready to start this practice, as if Gabriel would just throw up his hands and say "Nope, you're not good enough," and then go home to make out with Isabella.

She scrunched up her face. She couldn't let that happen.

"Uhh," She breathed, slowly taking his hand. "Shall we?" Of course, there were practically a million songs in this play, twice as many dances involved - it wouldn't surprise her if Gabriel had a completely different song in mind to dance to. She was probably getting it all wrong. Trembling like that couldn't have been helpful, either... Alina couldn't bring herself to look at Gabriel in the eye, so she ended up staring at his chest instead.

That muscular chest...

Her head snapped quickly to the side. She couldn't go on like this, just thinking about how gorgeous he was. It was rude and Gabriel didn't deserve that, as much of an a*****e that he was, and she wasn't attracted to him. Right? Right. Alina stared to her right, into the darkness of what would have been an audience, the stage lights burning bright on her body. She was getting carried away again...

Finally, she drew in another deep breath. She was an actress. She could do this. It was just the same as any other role she'd played - this time, she was just going to have to keep a poker face. Alina was a good actress. She could do that. Slowly, her head turned back, and she craned her neck to look at Gabriel's face - not into his eyes, that would be too lovey-dovey, but she was in the right ballpark. Now that she was thinking of this as another acting job, it wasn't so hard. She was devoid of any emotion, of course, but... Well...

At least she could look at him, right?

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[Captain Kiza Pirate]

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To say that Scorpius Malfoy resembled his father would not have been a lie. He had the same face shape. Same hair color. Same eye color. Same build (well, it matched what Draco had as an eleven-year-old - Scorpius was not yet old enough to match the height and weight his father currently posessed). His mother had even insisted on getting a similar hairstyle, so that everyone would know at once he was a Malfoy child. Scorpius wasn't exactly sure if that would be good or bad in the long run, but he supposed he would find out.

So Scorpius looked like his father. That didn't mean he acted like him.

When he'd kissed his mother goodbye (something he was fairly certain Draco had never done to his grandmother), Scorpius immediately found himself wandering the train halls, looking for somebody friendly. He knew that his father wouldn't act in such a way, considering that Draco ordered him to look for someone who had a lot of ambition. Someone who might be in Slytherin. Frankly, Scorpius couldn't care less which house he ended up with - his mother assured him he'd make friends either way. So he was more concerned with finding the nicest friends possible; that way, other people would be jealous of how cool they were. Or something.

He quickly came upon an almost-empty compartment - there was just one girl inside: a redhead with freckles. Scorpius grinned, already forgetting his father's warning about redheads and how to stay away from them. Freckles were awesome.

"Hi there," he said, grinning. "I'm Scorpius Malfoy. What's your name?" He paused, lingering in the doorway for just a moment before sliding into the seat across from her. They would be friends if he was nice to her, right? Right.

To say that Scorpius's personality was different from his father's would be quite the understatement.

As far as attitude went, he might as well have been born to Neville Longbottom.

[Captain Kiza Pirate]

E L L I O T ! xoxooxox T Y E ! xoxooxox S O F I E !

Today sucked, he'd decided. Today really, really sucked.

First, they had to flee their mercenary stronghold from Daein attackers. That was bad enough. They had all left their warm beds, their shelter, any friends and family they'd made in town - all to escape the clutches of Daein. Then they were attacked along the way by even more Daeins. And towards the end of that battle, Luciana had made everyone split up, and nobody knew where a meeting point was, and it was all really really sucky.

Being stuck with Sofie wasn't a big comfort, either.

"Aw, buck up, Tye! Luciana will get here soon. And we found a Prince, too! I'm sure that everyone will be glad to see we have him here!"

Tye just moaned, his head in his hands. He was sitting on a rock, his weapon next to him, stroking his long bangs with gloved hands.

"Dijja ever think that he might be lying?" He asked, peering over his fingertips. "Nobody's ever heard of a Prince of Crimea. How can we be sure that he's not just some raving lunatic?"

"I take offense to that!" Tye groaned and put his face into his hands once more - the so-called "Prince"'s eccentric personality was just too much to handle. "But of course I am the Prince of Crimea! My father and mother were slain by the hands of King Shand of Daein, my poor, sweet, uncle not far behind! How dare you question my royalty?"

Sofie just stared at Elliot for a moment before turning back to Tye. "Even if he isn't a real prince, he's at least funny." She grinned. "'Sides, Luciana's here!" With that, she returned their commander's wave, apparently unfazed by anything that might've happened in the past few days. Quite a few people claimed that Sofie was too stupid to be brought down by serious events.

"Yo, Luciana! We've got a prince here that wants to meet you!"

They were probably right.

Both Tye and Elliot quickly shushed the archer, worried she might attract enemies right away - it was quite the comical sight to see the prince with a hand over her mouth, the axe fighter grasping her waist to keep her from squirming. Although Sofie's mouth was covered by the Prince's hand, it was easy to see she was laughing - her shoulders were shaking up and down and her eyes were nearly closed from her smile. She waggled her fingers at the three newcomers in welcoming, glad to see their group was back together and that Tye would stop whining about everything.

After a moment, both men decided that Sofie would shut up long enough for them to have a decent conversation and released her - the girl simply plopped herself on the ground, still giggling. Elliot ignored her, his attention being the pink-haired girl in the middle. Was she really commander of this group? She looked to be the youngest there!

Still, he bowed deeply, knowing he must make a good impression.

"I am Prince Elliot of Crimea, kept secret from my country due to fear of political fallout. My case is incredulous, but I pray you will listen to me nevertheless."

He paused, staring at the ground, as he had not yet risen from your bow.

"I need your help."

[Captain Kiza Pirate]

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[Captain Kiza Pirate]

it's possible I'll reuse this post at some time.

[Captain Kiza Pirate]

it's possible I'll reuse this post at some time.