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 Posted: Mon Mar 13, 2017 6:08 pm
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 4:23 am
 Name: Beatrice Kellye
Nickname: Bea, BK, Boo
Age: 16 17 18
Birthday: June 13th
Sign: Gemini
Blood Type: O+
Fav. Food: Chewy chocolate chip cookies
Hated Food: Bologna
School: Meadowview
Hobbies:
The Occult - Despite having a relatively normal childhood, BK developed a strange intrigue when it came to all things dark and ominous. Anything that involved ghosts, vampires and other supernatural beings shot to the top of her interest list, filling her weekends with movie marathons, midnight book readings with the aid of her trusty flashlight and the occasional dabble with witchcraft recipes she'd find online (though tragically, none of them never worked... yet).
IT'S ALIIIIIIVE - Bea enjoys frankensteining things. Whether it's red gummy bear heads going on yellow gummy bear bodies or transplanting her stuffed rabbit's ears on top of her stuffed dog, she finds creating new things from old things fascinating. It can be assumed that if her parents or friends give her a toy, it won't look the same by the next time they see it.
Reddit - Bea enjoys the wonders of the internet like any other teenager in the 21st century but her favorite place to lurk are the endless subforums of the giant online umbrella called Reddit. Whether it's pitching her ideas in the Shower Thoughts section, answering questions in Ask Reddit, giggling at inappropriate Bert Strips and reveling in delight over horrifying No Sleep stories, she can waste away the hours simply clicking from one thread to the next.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 4:26 am
Virtues:
Outgoing -- Never too shy to talk to a stranger, Bea makes her presence known by her outgoing, lively personality. Whether it's talking about the show she just watched last night about the history of serial killers or her new favorite video game, she has no problem starting up a conversation with just about anyone.
Imaginative -- Coming up with ideas or reasoning for the unexplainable is never an issue for Bea. She can make up an excuse on the fly for just about any problem as well as come up with zany and potentially out-of-the-box style answers as well.
Flaws:
Morbid -- Creativity mixed with an expansive imagination has a way of turning dark when dipped in an appreciation for the darker things in life. Want to know five different ways you could potentially die by picking up the mail from the mailbox? Ever wanted to know how your burger became the slab of meat you're currently chewing on? Bea enjoys sharing all the dark thoughts that cross her mind - no matter who her audience is or how badly they DON'T want to hear her stories. Because she's so focused on the darker side of life (or un-life? De-life?), this leads to a rather pessimistic outlook on both outcome and on life in general.
Jealous - Envy comes second nature to BK. Living with only her divorced mother in a run-of-the-mill small house, she envies those who have nicer things than she does. Whether it's clothing, electronics or good grades, she tends to stare a little too long at other people's belongings, resenting them for it.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 4:32 am
Senshi: Sailor Lovejoy, Senshi of Confusion
Challenge: I don't think so! // Things aren't always black and white!
Attacks:
Sailor Scout Attack: Confusion!
Spinning her finger in a circular motion, Lovejoy's attack strikes once her finger stops and points in her opposition's direction, shooting out into a swirly (yet directionally straight) line that goes out to a maximum of 10ft. If the attack is successful in its strike, it forces them under a momentary wave of confusion as to the current situation. This lasts for the duration of 1 RP post, the power waning and possibly still leaving the opponent disoriented for the 2nd RP post. Attack can pertain to however the opposing player wills it - confused as to where they are, why they are fighting, who they are, etc. This attack only affects 1 individual. x3 usage.
Super Sailor Scout Attack: Super Confusion!
Spinning her finger in a circular motion, Lovejoy's attack strikes once her finger stops and points in her opposition's direction, shooting out into a swirly (yet directionally straight) line that goes out to a maximum of 10ft. If hit, this attack forces them under a momentary wave of confusion as to the current situation. This lasts for the duration of 1 RP post, the power waning and possibly still leaving the opponent disoriented for the 2nd RP post. Attack can pertain to however the opposing player wills it - confused as to where they are, why they are fighting, who they are, etc. This attack can affect up to 3 individuals, as long as they're near each other. x2 usage.
Eternal Sailor Attack: Quit Hitting Yourself!
Lifting both hands up, palms towards herself, Lovejoy flips both hands around and shoves forward, sending a wave of Eternal Confusion upon the enemies standing directly in front of her, up to a 15 foot straight line. This magic has the ability to force her opponent to become so confused that they may use the next attack or strike on themselves or one of their own allies instead of her, as it mesmerizes the individuals. Does not affect any attacks after the first. x1 usage.
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 4:38 am
Stories
Regulars
[x] - A New Friend From the Other Side (Bea & Seb)*
[x] - Stray Cat Strut (Bea/Lovejoy & Kelly/Kibirev & Bob & Lesath)*
[x] - Tall, Dark and Spidery (Lovejoy & Arachne)*
[x] - Presents for the Dark Lord (Lovejoy & Arachne)*
[x] - Walk this Way (Lovejoy & Storm)
[x] - Are You Afraid of the Dark? (Bea & Sea)*
[x] - Shiny (Lovejoy & Kib & Lesath)*
[x] - Not So Sweet (Bea & Theodore)*
[x] - Melted Sundaes (Bea & Kelly)*
[x] - Wanted: Willing Test Subjects (Bea & Marnie)
[x] - You Can't Catch Me (Bea & Sea & Seb)
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[x] - Meownificent (Lovejoy & Theodore)*
[x] - Anthemusa: Main Hall (Beatrice & Others)*
[x] -The Hillworth Estate - Bea & Others
[x] - How Gourdgeous - (Bea & Marnie)*
[x] - Christmas Comes Early - (Bea & Marnie)*
[x] - Christmas Creepies - (Bea & Marnie)*
[x] - Lost - (Bea & Marnie)*
[x] - You're My Boo - (Bea & Marnie)
[x] - Happy Uterus Expulsion Day (Bea & Marnie)
[x] - Playlists (Bea & Sea)
Battles
[x] - Sugar Rush (Lovejoy vs Teddy)*
[x] - Flight Confusion (Lovejoy vs Icarus)*
[x] - Woe the Confusion of It All! (Lovejoy vs Thisbe)*
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[x] - Pushy Friends (Lovejoy vs Abstracta)*
[x] - Confused or Just Lost? (Lovejoy vs Bermuda)
[x] - No Waffling Around (Lovejoy & Datolite vs Duhr)
[x] - What's Yours is Mine (Lovejoy vs Lyonsite)*
[x] - My New Sign (Lovejoy vs Lyonsite)*
[x] - Definitely Not Aquaman (Lovejoy vs Emrys)*
[x] - What a Treet (Lovejoy vs Herculina)*
[x] - A Confusing Paint Job (Lovejoy vs Adelaide)*
[x] - Color Me Confused (Lovejoy vs Adelaide)*
[x] - KNOCK IT OFF (Lovejoy vs Alabaster)*
[x] - Beating Up Old People (Lovejoy vs Alabaster)*
[x] - Good Knight (Lovejoy vs Scamander)*
Solos
[x] - Project: GRUMPIG
[x] - Project: ALPACORN
[x] - Project: CATBAT
[x] - Project: TRASHPANDA
[x] - Beware the Ides of March (x2)
[x] - Project: NOODLEBEAR
[x] - Project: POTATOPOOCH
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[x] - Hello Dolly (wc 1765)
[x] - Ugly Sweater for Sea
[x] - Flower Exchange
[x] - Birthday Bumbling (wc 1575)
[x] - Project: GIRAFFAPOTOMUS (wc 1018 )
[x] - Project: CARL THE MUTANT OF MUTANTS (wc 1045)
Meta
[x] - Cracks in the Mirror*
[x] - Call of the Mirror*
[x] - Royal Welcome*
[x] - We're So Bunked (Lovejoy & Kibirev)*
[x] - Bump in the Night (Lovejoy & Logos)
[x] - Ballroom Dancing (With Fists) (Lovejoy & Kibirev)*
[x] - Who Do? Voodoo! (Lovejoy & Kissling)
[x] - Lullaby (Lovejoy & Kibirev)
[x] - A Dizzy Spell (Lovejoy & Crocus)
[x] - Sides
[x] - The Broken Truth
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To Super:
Solo: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8]
Regular: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8]
Battle: [1][2][3][4][5]
To Eternal:
Solo: [1-3][4][5][6-8][9-10][11-12]
Regular: [1][2][3][4][5][6][7][8][9][10][11][12]
Battle: [1][2][3][4][5][6]
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Posted: Tue Mar 14, 2017 9:22 am
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Posted: Wed Mar 15, 2017 8:55 am
Beware the Ides of March
(WC: 1061)
She'd awoken with a feeling of dread washing over her. Beatrice had been prepared for the day - or as best she could prepare herself, at least. The night before, she'd tried to convince her mother that going to school was a bad thing on such a day as today, but her mother wouldn't have any of it. She'd even tried to manipulate the thermometer, but her mother had chastised her for trying to sneak it into her cup of coffee, that little girls didn't run temperatures of one hundred and sixty degrees.
Drats. Foiled once again by logic and an overly intelligent mother.
Waking up late had come expected. Well, as much expected as it was to expect the unexpected - she blamed the Ides of March for setting her alarm clock wrong and forcing her to run out of the house without brushing her teeth or grabbing her pre-made lunch bag. That was also the Ides of March's fault. She'd thought she'd grabbed a toaster strudel bar but instead had been forced to gnaw on one of her mother's weight loss, appetite suppression cardboard excuses for a health bar. Yuck.
On the dash to school, she saw a dead cat on the road - another casualty to the horrible day that was March the fifteenth. Didn't anyone know? Didn't they realize how dangerous of a day it truly was? Even the poor, innocent creatures on the planet weren't safe from the horrible curse of the day.
Upon arriving late to school, she'd been immediately sent to the principal's office. She'd elicited an Et tu, teacher?? before leaving the classroom, earning her an eyeroll before the door shut. It hadn't mattered that this was her third tardy that was sending her to the office for a lecture - no, it was clearly the Ides of March's fault yet again.
After the lecture, it was English class, which went by suspiciously okay as far as English classes went, but that wasn't saying very much. History was next and of course the teacher wanted to talk about the story of Julius Caesar and his ghastly, horrific murder. She'd been chided for talking too much as she kept piping up details over how long it probably would have taken Caesar to die after being stabbed. THE TRUTH COULDN'T BE SILENCED.... well, that is, until Bea found herself standing out in the hallway until classtime was over. If the teacher hadn't wanted authentic, why bother telling the story in the first place???
Lunch time came after, which brought about another bout of the gloomies, as her mother would have phrased it, since Bea had forgotten her bag back at home. Her stomach rumbled, yearning for the peanut butter and strawberry jelly sandwich her mother no doubt had packed. The strawberry jelly would have been squishing out from the sides of the bread, looking like gooey, partially congealed blood as it dripped down onto the lunch table before Bea's fingers could catch and lap it up. It would have grossed out her classmates and been the most delicious sandwich she could have asked for.
But no, she was forced to watch everyone else eat lunch while she sat, grumpily, with arms crossed over her chest until the lunch hour was over.
Darn Ides of March had struck again.
Math class was horrible, with or without it being such a dreadful day. It felt like she was slowly dying in her desk as she waited for the forty-five minutes of classtime to end. She was pretty certain she left marks on the desk from her fingernails.
Biology had looked like promising fun, until the teacher explained that they were a frog short in the dissection portion. Who was the only one who didn't get to slice open the slimy, formaldehyde drenched toad? Beatrice, who had to watch smelly Barbara squeal as she barely touched the outside of its belly with her scalpel. Please.
Even the Ides of March knew how to ruin her favorite class.
PE was awful, as being forced to change into gym shorts and the mandated, school t-shirt was torture enough without actually having to run around the gymnasium and dodge balls that were being hurled at her from the other, more sport-enthusiastic girls. The remainder of her classes trickled away, the minutes slowly passing by extra-super-slowly. She kept looking over her shoulder for the next dreadful moment to happen - but that didn't happen until she'd arrived home and smelled the wafting odor of meatloaf.
Meatloaf?
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOoooooooo.
Meatloaf was nearly as bad as baloney was - didn't her mother understand her?
After screeching yet another ET TU, MADRE throughout the house, Beatrice found herself banished to her room without supper and only a bottle of water for sustenance. Good. Maybe she would starve to death in her bed and her mother would walk in tomorrow morning and find a skeleton in the place of her daughter. Maybe it would still have white haired braids and its hands crossed over its chest, all somber and dramatic like.
Bea knew that bodies didn't skeletonize that quickly, but she allowed the idea to comfort her thoughts as she pulled out her fabric trunk from beneath her bed. Maybe making a feature creature to express her horrors of the day would make her feel better. Opening the trunk to realize that she'd forgotten to go by the fabric store over the weekend was simply the icing on the horrible day cake. There was hardly enough to frankenstein a miniature sized monster... or maybe a voodoo doll, if she tried hard enough to imagine someone she hated as a tiny blob of black fabric. Every time she tried sewing together a proper blob, though, she kept pricking her own fingers. Knowing her luck, it would probably enchant the voodoo doll to be a representation of her and goodness knows she didn't want any more pains than she'd already been forced to endure over the course of the horrible day.
Sigh.
Upset and defeated, she flopped dramatically on top of her bed and cried into her pillow, eventually sobbing herself to sleep. She'd known it from the start - the Ides of March had struck and she was just another victim to its ageless, ancient curse.
Clearly, this is how Julius Caesar had felt on that very same day.
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Posted: Sun Aug 27, 2017 12:00 am
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