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 Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 4:59 am
YO, private Semi-lit / Lit HS AU RolePlay for our esteemed Heichou and the Goddess of the Scouting Legion. heart
Players: RivaiIIe - Levi. Hisutoria Reisu - Historia Reiss (Christa Renz).
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 6:42 am
xxx┊xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLevi DuboisBe as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her
xxxxx still x she x sings x away x all thex same
Knowingshehaswings
xxx❝ Screaming teenagers, crowded rooms, even more crowded hallways. A school had everything combined he could possibly not hate more than that. Yet he knew his future carreer would end up as him teaching French and Physical education. Never had he expected to enjoy teaching, but with their French teacher falling out due to sickness and him being asked to replace her for the time being, his view on teaching definitely changed. Besides, what wasn't more enjoyable than handing out homework and not having to do it yourself?
With his bag hanging from his shoulder, Levi reached the keys in his jacket, having the usual fight trying to jam it into the lock that needed replacement. Badly. How old were these dormitory rooms now? For a school as modern as theirs, this dorm looked out of place. Kicking open the door with one foot, entering and shutting it behind him again, the man took off his shoes and made a straight line towards the kitchen, boiling some water. While waiting for the kettle to screech in a deafening tone, he dropped his bag in the usual corner of his bedroom; between an oakwood dresser drawer and the door. It looks ridiculously old and really needed a new layer of paint, but he needed his money for more important things than furniture he could get from his parents, even if it was far from his taste.
Returning to the kitchen, the whistling kettle could be heard right away. Levi poured the water in a mug, setting down the kettle, proceeding to stand on his tippytoes to reach for that damned box with tea bags in it. It only took a few seconds to pick a flavour, one of his favourites being darjeeling and dipped that in the mug, taking it to his bedroom.
For him, one way to calm down was annoying people on online games, especially on Call of Duty: Black OPS II. Plenty of people asked him why he always looked so sleep deprived, this being the reason. He often forgot track of time, and by now he was probably one of the most feared and wanted gamers online. Turning on his console, he grabbed the headphones laying on the small table that also had his consoles displayed on, an LCD Plasma television screen hanging on the wall. It was worth working 4 temporary jobs to afford it.
The moment the loading screen faded, he signed online and jumped right into the game, hearing several what sounded like 12 year old boys trying to sound hilarious by making your mom jokes.
About three hours later, his tea completely untouched and the sky being pitch black, he swore he heard a familiar voice through the microphone as he just got a certain gamer killed, not even bothered to read their username. "A girl?" He muttered into the microphone, trying to remember where he heard a squeak like that before. ❞xxxxxxxxx▬▬▬▬▬▬▬For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.▬▬
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 3:14 pm
The day had come to an end.
That was the only thought that crossed the young, petite girl's mind. She was settled down in to a heap of blankets piled messily on the living room floor in front of the active television set. For the first time today she felt relaxed, but she knew somewhere between 5a.m. when she woke up, to whatever time it was now that she had to have found some kind of miniature breaks... Right? Then again, after showering, making breakfast, feeding the kitten, making beds, prepping for school, making lunches for school, going to school, trying to focus in school (Thanks to a certain roommate of hers), getting home, making dinner, feeding the kitten again, cleaning up, getting ready for work, heading to work, working, getting home, doing homework and cleaning up herself... She wasn't so sure.
She did not mind doing these things. Normally, she was fairly fortunate and found time to balance each thing she had to do, but then there were times like today where everything sort of blended in to each other and she felt overwhelmed and stressed. Thankfully, she found a relief for her stress at the end of the day, one she never expected to enjoy so much herself, but...
After everything was done, and Ymir was fast asleep, she found instead of heading to bed or reading a book, she had found herself wandering towards Ymir's games, especially these first-person-shooters. It was awkward at first, frustrating, but there was also an unexpected rush, followed by a feeling of pride when she actually managed to take someone down. Especially when she learned about the headphones and mic, hearing some of those people bad mouth innocent players... It just wasn't right! She rarely spoke herself, but when she did, she made sure it was for a reason.
Strange enough whenever she did speak, namely during a match the guys sounded like they were awing at something and would freeze up in game. It felt like she was cheating for some reason, but it certainly was handy during a match.
Speaking of matches. . .
She held the controller limply in her hands after the attack, letting out a small squeak of surprise when she was hit. Whoever that was, they were incredible... She adjusted her grip, readying herself for the respawn when she froze. She swore she heard an oddly familiar voice in her ear? But, no... There was no way, right? No, she made sure no ne from their school was online before she joined. She focused her eyes on the screen, rolling her shoulders back as she began sprinting in game.
"Whoever that person is on the other team, their fast." She thought, moving quickly to a place her character in a decent sniping spot, setting herself up quickly to scan over the area. "First things first, let's see how they deal with the other members"
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Posted: Wed Oct 16, 2013 3:36 pm
xxx┊xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxLevi DuboisBe as a bird perched on a frail branch that she feels bending beneath her
xxxxx still x she x sings x away x all thex same
Knowingshehaswings
xxx❝There was one spot on the Turbine map he could easily hide and snipe innocent players who were trying to have fun. Other peoples pain was his joy; Schadenfreude as they would say. Levi hid his character between a cleverly shaped rock and windmill, quickly aiming for other player's heads. The moment they disappeared to re-spawn, he could sprint out and make his way through the area on to his next location, managing to dodge an attack just barely, the shooter ending up shot by another person. If it wasn't for his pride, he'd thank them.
Running across the bridge, his character took a leap onto a roof top, crawling in order to dodge someone's bullet and fire back, followed by a curse from his rival and a snort from Levi. It wasn't too impressive, but the cussing of those with short patience made the kills worth it.
"I dare you to find me." Taunted the raven haired man, leaning back in his red beanbag chair, the crunching noise of the filling faintly being heard through the microphone. He knew people often made sexist jokes about female gamers, especially in these kind of games, but he simply wanted to see more of her skills, if she had any, that was. She'd managed to stay alive for longer than most players he recognized their usernames of by now, perhaps this could get interesting.
Besides, he had to find an excuse to get her to speak more. Anything was better than that goddamned probably nine year old constantly mentioning body parts and calling other people faggots. Like it was such an insult to be called 'f*****t' anyway. Great parenting, he thought to himself, rolling his eyes and adjusting his glasses with a finger. Only when he was at home would he wear those.❞xxxxxxxxx▬▬▬▬▬▬▬For to be free is not merely to cast off one's chains, but to live in a way that respects and enhances the freedom of others.▬▬
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Posted: Sat Oct 19, 2013 8:08 pm
Her brows pushed together in concentration as she shot down a player making there way over the path bellow her camping spot. Okay, that was taken care of. She was quick to move out from her spot shortly after the kill, sprinting for her next spot, tossing a grenade towards a pair of team members who were just about to turn and catch her.
She ignored the comment one of the players she just took down made, she knew it was some sort of crude remark about being a female player, but she was used to those types of remarks by now. She had learned quite early on what she had to expect from these... Online communities. Besides.. She was on a mission right now.
That player, the player who had taken her down. They always seem to come on around the same times and she had gotten the chance to catch them in matches on accident quite a few times. They were skilled, they were smart, and they... They actually played without criticizing everything she did as luck for being a girl. She actually had... Fun? And with this challenge they were seeming to hold out to her?
She accepted.
Okay, she knew they ran off this way... They were probably in a place they could strike easily, so staying clear of any open paths was her best bet. With that thought in place she moved up, using her surroundings for cover as she quickly reloaded her weapon, shooting down an opponent who was running just opposite of her, moving to sink down into an opening passage.
That gamer tag, look for that gamer tag...
No, wait for that gamer tag to strike down another enemy. She had a fair idea where most of the players were right now, minus a few of the ones re-spawning. As long as she kept on the move and waited, she would get a general location.
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