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 Posted: Mon Feb 13, 2006 10:23 pm
Bloody Anubis and Diago's Life Please be respectful to both "pet" and owner by not posting within this thread unless you have their express permission. Failure to do otherwise may result in you and your posts' being reported to the administrators as well as going on DemonTainted's Celibate List.
Thank you for your time. 
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 7:38 pm
>Navigation
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 7:45 pm
>Milestones >>2/13/06: Officially received Diago after his previous owner failed to meet journal requirements.
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Posted: Tue Feb 14, 2006 7:54 pm
>Diago
>>Name: Diago
>>Nickname(s):
>>Gender: Pretty sure he's male.
>>Age: 'bout 12
>>Hair Color: Sort of toxic green at the tips and from there up it seems to get blonde...(damn hat)
>>Hair Style: Hat-hair style x3
>>Eye Color: Green
>>Talents:
>>Sexuality:
>>Significant Other: N/A
>>Children: N/A
>>Weapon Of Choice:
>>Attire: Let's start from the toes up, shall we? Upon his feet Diago spots a 'stylish' pair of tennis shoes so smeared with dirt it's hard to tell they're red. It seems he's been running around in them forever, and any moment now he'll just walk out of them. His legs -and the heels of his feet to be exact- are sheltered by a pair of overalls, which he has found no more need to strap over his shoulders. Instead, those straps just hang off of his waist. If it wasn't for his underwear, those pants would fall right off, and even a bit of that 'unmentionable' cloth is showing. His chest is covered -thankfully- by a white wife-beater(or at least it used to be white). All in all, that sort of attire suggests either a farm life or a life in the trailer(basically the same thing, right?-pelted with rocks-). On his head, there's a black hat (OMG) with the bill swiveled to the back in that 'rebellious' sort of fashion. There are brown (gardening?) gloves on his hands he may have used previously to hoe up dirt with, but what are they there for now?
>>Favorite Colors:
>>Favorite Foods:
>>Favorite Sound:
>>Favorite Weather:
>>Favorite Scents:
>>Favorite GCB:
>>Favorite TV Show:
>>Favorite Game:
>>Superstitions:
>>Dislikes:
>>Fears:
>>Obscure Facts:
>>Personality:
>>Background (so far...): Diago was originally raised on a farm with his 'mother', who apparently had him help out with its up-keeping. However, when the so-called 'mother' neglected to pay the same sort of attention to him, he left to try his luck living on the streets. It'd only be after near-starvation would he consider going back to the mansion. Luckily, someone with fairly good intentions managed to pick up the little stray before someone less favorable did.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 11:17 am
>Guardian  Name: Kin
Nickname: Oushi(Ox)
Gender: Male
Age: 23
Occupation: (Underwear) Model
-Major Construction->Family Kin assures everyone he's taking on no more kids.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:03 pm
>Home Since I'm crappy at pictures(digital-wise) I can only give a description of the home the two will occupy.
It's a summer home, really. There's only one floor, but it's a rather spacious place that overlooks a small bit of lake. The front of the house is made of sturdy brick, painted over by white. In the back, there is a porch that over-looks the lake, but it's closed in with glass. Walking in through the front door will place you in the greeting hall. To the left is a longish table more there for looks than eating, to the right there is a shower curtain screening off the computer room. Walking farther in, one will be given the choice of veering sharply to the left to enter the kitchen or continue straight forward down a hallway created by the walls to another room and the wall enclosing the kitchen. Say you chose to go forward.
The hallway goes on for a bit, but opens up on the right side. Pausing here will give you the choice of three rooms. Straight forward is the door to one of the bathrooms, which sports a tub/shower, sink, and toilet. To the left and right are guest rooms.
-TBC, I gotta get on to more xD;-
The house adjoins a garage, which can also be used as a safe-house for bad storms. Because it's so closed in, this is where two of Kin's cars are held.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:05 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:07 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:32 pm
>Limitations
People who may post:
>>DT and Catzi can post here whenever they need to.
>>All GCB-owners whom I am on good terms with may post here to rp.
>>Anyone dropping off gifts may post.
>>Anyone giving fanart should resort to PMs
>>Anyone who has not been mentioned thus far may not post here, but may PM me to be added.
RP:
>>I'm always up for rp. Let's arrange a playdate! x3
>>The rp should be either with a bishie or bishoujo unless it pertains to some sort of meta-plot.
>>Don't bug me if I don't post for a little while. I'm probably just trying to think of what to post. If it's three days or something, then you should PM me xD;;
>>If you sort of rp by yourself for over two posts, don't expect a reply. I'm trying to interact with you, so if you ignore me for too long, I'll think you're writing a story and just leave. If your post is an intro, it doesn't count towards this.
>>Don't expect me to know everything Diago has done with your bish. I'll shuffle through boards and try to get as good as a grasp on his original personality as I can, but you have to realize he's different now. If he doesn't do things a certain way like he used to, please don't be offended.
>>Diago's thoughts and actions do not always reflect on my own.
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:34 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:35 pm
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:38 pm
>Journal Index
>Extra Notes
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Posted: Wed Feb 15, 2006 1:49 pm
[ Message temporarily off-line ]
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Posted: Mon Feb 27, 2006 1:50 pm
>The Ox and the Farm-boy
Type: Solo (PartI) Finally, a day off! The sun was shining... it was just a great day!
Okay... so the sun was out, but it happened to be the only thing out. The city sidewalks were being bleached, the black street had become a path of tire-melting proportions. Hence the reason he'd walk on this fine day. No way the porsche was coming out in such intense heat!
Kin adjusted his sunglasses to sit further up his nose and tilted the brim of his hat down. If he got sunburnt, he was definitely not raking in any money this week.
A digital jingle caused the blonde to jump considerably, especially when something in his back pocket began to vibrate. The model-in-disguise quickly removed the cell-phone from his pocket, checking the I.D. even though he knew exactly who it was. Quickly, he flipped the gadget open.
"Jordan," He hummed, "It's Monday." As if he needed to sing to himself to keep from snapping at the other. On the other side of the line, a young brunette man was twitching.
"Oushi," The manager chuckled, "I know it's your day off! And I'm sure you're enjoying it... Listen! The agency has a new idea."
"I'm not wearing that fluffy s**t until they give me a raise. You can go ahead and quote me on that."
"No, it's not about the boa this time. It's more of a... popularity boost?"
The blonde closed his mouth for an amazing moment, seeming to consider this. He could always use more publicity... just like there was always room for jello. "Give me good news."
"They want you to adopt." Jordan began, though sped right on through what he had to say before his model could interrupt. "One of those kids from Nicaragua. You know, the ones you send pennies to every month?"
"I'm... not getting a kid, am I?" Just what he'd need. Some unorthodox child around the summer house with tribal marks painted all over them swimming in his bathtub, playing his video games, and eating his food! No, he didn't like the thought of kids very much. Especially not ones from a foreign country. He glanced from side to side, scanning the barren streets, then sighed. He might as well find some shade for the time being, which he'd find in the form of a little alley.
"Nuh uh. Just donate."
"And just how is that going to boost my popularity?"
Suddenly, he felt the sensation of a body slam into his right side, followed by a small blur of black and green.
"My bad," Offered the kid- a whelp of a boy dressed in atrocious street-clothes. He didn't stay long enough to be gawked at, however, dashing around the corner of the sheltering building at a steady trot.
"S'fine.." He'd called after the boy before turning his voice to the phone. "I'm sorry. Did you say something, Jordan? ...Jordan?" He blindly shifted the cellphone closer to his face, but was only rewarded with the sensation of fingers against his cheek. No cell phone...
"Hey, kid!" He stumbled forward, throwing himself out of the alley and glancing to either side of the street for the little rascal. A pair of green eyes cast a look over the owner's shoulder in response to the man's cry. The boy's pace sped up promptly, almost so suddenly that the cellphone in his gloved hand was dropped.
"Hey!"//The Ox and the Farm-boy (Part I)
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