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| Does a lot of reading turn you off from roleplaying? |
| Yes, I don't feel like reading a whole story before I can get the idea of what the Rp is about. |
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| Yes, I get intimidated by them. o.o; |
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| No, I just skim through them and pick up the stuff I deam important from it and base my posts off of that. |
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| No, I read the entire post and make sure I completely understand the plotline before I post. |
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 Posted: Wed Dec 13, 2006 8:14 pm
((OMFG cheesesticks!!! I PASSED MY SPANISH FINAL AND THE CLASS WITH AN A!!! *dances* I just ran three laps around the house, shouting for joy! xD You had to have known what a hard a** this teacher was to fully understand the glory of this moment. xD))
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 7:07 pm
"Hnmm." Tristan murmured in somewhat of an agreement before he seemed to lose complete interest in the topic. Although he was exhausted, his mind was still restless. His thoughts jumped from one thing to another, trying to catch up and react to everything that had happened.
He leaned against the bed, his elbows keeping him propped up so that he could look around. He peered at Aiden and the sight of the young boy cuddling the bear made him feel upset inside and he couldn't figure out why. Perhaps Aiden reminded him of his younger sister... or perhaps the fact that Aiden was so feminine in general that it bothered him subcontiously.... though he couldn't say that either reason was what got to him.
Restlessly, he ran his fingers through his hair and then looked around the room again... trying to find reason. Trying to find a reason why exactly he was there... or why Aiden was there. Why couldn't he be with his family? Why couldn't he have a normal senior year of highschool like every other kid?
Why couldn't Aiden have found another way to help his family? Why did he feel the need to distort his looks and act feminine? Why?
His blue eyes looked to Aiden critically. There were no answers for those questions and he knew it. And yet he still asked.
"Why didn't you choose another way to help your family?" He asked bluntly, forgetting his politeness for a moment. He was... almost angry. If this kid hadn't whored himself.... he could have a somewhat normal life. How come he didn't change that?
((>>; Tristan is SO tired and Emo.... and stressed. XD He needs sleep...and Pizza.... and possibly prozac ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 7:26 pm
The boy gave a stiff nod at the recognition of Allumen's name and then turned his gaze to look around the room. He shrugged his shoulders when Allumen apologized and shook his head.
"Don't apologize. Its not your fault." He said bluntly. He hated when people did that. It always made him feel uneasy.
The militant looking boy glanced around the room breifly before the sound of the inter-com coming on in the room made him flinch. He was awfully irritable lately... he guessed it was from the stress of being there.
"Pizza's here!" Abby's voice chimed over the intercom system. "Everyone go to the caffeteria if you want some grub!"
Justin frowned slightly and then looked back to Allumen. "She's so fake. Nobody can be that happy and polite all of the time.... and besides, she probably gets a shitload of money from doing all of this..." He said bitterly, though his stomach on the other hand seemed happy at the news of food and grumbled.
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Abby left her office after sending out her message to all of the boys and was about to head to the caffeteria herself when she was intercepted by the Doctor that had given Kindred his ' entrance exam'. The two conversed for a while before Abby changed her coarse of direction and went to seek out Kindred.
She knocked on the boy's door lightly before speaking. "Kindred, Its Abby. Mind opening up?" She stood there patiently. She never opened the doors to any of the boy's rooms. She felt it was rude.
((OOC: Btw, Jeffery is out due to infrequent posting. So, Kindred will take his place in the room. Everyone O.K with that? ))
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 7:40 pm
100 square foot ceiling tiles. Each one had 576 little holes in it. Which gave a grand total of 57600 teeny tiny holes in his ceiling. Kindred had just started on the floor tiles when the happy voice of Abby chimed over the little intercom on the wall.
He decided to head to the cafeteria, maybe make it back to his room with some food with minimal contact. He had just washed his face and was headed tto the door when Abby knocked in his door. He jumped a bit when he heard it. Who would visit him? Why?
He opened the door a few inches. seeing the happy woman's face, he opened it fully. "Fancy mettin' you here." he said.
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Posted: Sun Dec 17, 2006 7:42 pm
((Jeffery...? I've really not been paying much attention... xD))
"I'm s- Oh, right..." He smiled nervously. This was going to be awkward, sharing a room with someone he didn't particularly have anything in common with. He looked up at the intercom attentively as Abby's voice flooded the room, then turned back to Justin. "I don't know... nothing seems to anger her really... then again, I never have tried. Some people are just... happy." He shrugged. "But that... is going to be annoying..." He frowned at the intercom up in the corner. "Got any duct tape?"
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 12:43 am
((Congratulations on your good grades guys! )
“Of course it wasn’t me. If it was me, I wouldn’t hide it. When a man kills another man, he admits to it. Anything else would be an act of cowardice.” With the airs of a southern gentleman, the man kept his posture straight as his mysterious, dark eyes stared down the younger man, a boy just out of his teenage years who seemed to be growing more panicked and upset.
“Just because you didn’t pull the trigger, doesn’t mean that you weren’t behind Victor’s death!” the wiry boy yelled, his fists balled up as tears welled in his eyes. It was obvious that there was something more going on than what was on the surface, and R.W. simply stared down at him in disgust.
“Victor’s death was for your own good, Robbie. He was a bad kid, ran with a bad crowd. He was bound to get shot sooner or later, you shouldn’t be surprised it happened now. What would people think if it happened to you? Heir to the Bailey empire, and running around with common thugs in the street...”
As the man on the television spoke, he ascended into a fervor, the type that ministers and politicians wished they could bring into their speeches. It no longer mattered what he was talking about as the screen panned in on his face, every muscle of his face twitching with passion and distinction. Alone now, Liam drew closer to the screen, closer until his breath danced upon the glass as he whispered a name. “Lucas...” His lips brushed against the glass, and closing his eyes, they were together for a moment - if only in his mind.
"Pizza's here!"
Startled out of his trance, Liam tensed and straightened - the quick reflexes of a child caught doing something wrong. It took him a moment to realize the shout was over the intercom, and that the credits were now rolling on his show. His fingers brushed along the edges of his wrapped sandwich, and he thought for a moment.
Eating the pizza was out of the question, and being with the other boys made him feel queasy, but he felt like he ought to make a token effort. Getting along and doing what he was told was the key to getting out of here quickly, after all. With a click, he switched off the television, then stood, stretching his arms up high over his head. “Better get it over with then.”
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 10:37 am
Aiden looked up, surprise evident in his expression. "Why did I....?" he murmured curiously, an odd expression on his face. He had... well, of course he had wondered that himself... and the answer was never satisfactory, but he couldn't change that. He looked away again, a small flush on his cheeks.
"...It makes better money. And it's easier. I needed a job that payed well... without me having to be there constently," he explained slowly, almost as if he were explaining it to himself. "I'm not a drop out, you know... and I still had to be home to take care of my siblings and their kids.... And... well, you know, whoring makes pretty good money and... it doesn't take that long. An hour, maybe, for a quickie......"
Aiden's cheeks were growing progressively more red. He wasn't.... really sure why... but it was embarrasing to talk about it. He fidgetted slightly, fingers fumbling with the bear's sinthetic fur.
Deep down... he was ashamed.
((I'd write more on this.... but I got lazy. Plus I haven't much time today. xD;;;;
@DC: Congrats!!
@All: Since pretty much everyone here has long sns.... we all need nicknames. And if you don't come up with one for yourself... I'll make one for you.
Which is why Immortal is now dubbed Sporky.))
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 11:09 am
((Sporky? -_-; I think not. Hehe, how about just Iah? That works. )
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:03 pm
((You dare defy my nicknaming abilities?!? What is wrong with you?!? Dx
Ah, well... nothin' I can do about it. xD;;;;
Lesseeeeee...
Ayemi is already Amy...
I'm MT (or pretty much anything you want as long as it's not overly offensive....)
DC is DC
Cemaldaanish can be Cammy (or something else)
Snorkack can be CS... but I dun' really like that because it sounds like Cardcaptor Sakura (which I love, but doesn't really fit in this case).... So Snorkack becomes Snackbag.... I suppose.... (maybe?)
And Immortal refuted my nickname.... and I guess Iah is okay, but it's so... so... not funny. Dx Even "MT" is funny because it sounds like "empty" when you say it fast.....))
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 3:31 pm
((Or maybe Crumpette? =3 ))
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Posted: Mon Dec 18, 2006 8:16 pm
((Crumpy? Crumpette? I luv you guys. xd
But yeah, whatever you wanna call me, I'll probably get the picture.
Just for continuity's sake, instead of MT I'm calling you Mie. And because it sounds cooler. And.... Immortal will probably kill me if I suggest "Morty", so.... Iah it is. And Daanish is Daanish. ninja
Amy is Amy and DC is DC....nothing wrong with that. I don't mind typing things out, so yeah..... Anyway, here's a blurb from Shay, since I've been gone so long. sweatdrop ))Mie-tanuki Orpheus watched the other tack up pictures with minimal interest, his amber-toned eyes glancing back towards the book every few seconds. His gaze finally rested on Seamus as the question was formed. And he replied with a shrug.
"Nnn... not more orientation... some meetings, I guess... but they're usually optional and... Most of everything here is just... boring, I guess. Some stuff happens and there's things to do... but....." he explained rather unhelpfully. Orpheus was almost painfully vague even at the best of times.
He had, of course, noted that Seamus seemed to be quite a bit of a talker. Orpheus didn't overly mind it - at least it was better than sharing a room with a chipmunk - but it could get annoying.... Not that he generally showed his anger, but....
Inwardly sighing in relief, Seamus stretched his arms above his head and yawned a bit. He really needed to stop stressing, otherwise he'd trigger another....episode. He REALLY didn't want to have to go on the experimental lithium pills.
Tugging open the door, Seamus turned to his somber roomie, gestured to the door and cheekily joked, "Age before beauty!"
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Posted: Tue Dec 19, 2006 8:15 am
((So you know, it's pronounced "mee-ay." (or something like that) I used to get people thinking it was "my".... which is obserd because it sounds too much like my name to possibly be any use to me as a nickname. xD;;;;
By the way... it is so confuzzling every time you call him Shay.... My friend has a character named Shay... but he usually goes by his last name, so I suppose it's not that bad. xD;;;; ))
Orpheus had only just began to read again when the intercom announcement julted his from his book. Or... what was the equivalent of julted for one who made it a point that he hardly ever showed his emotions. Instead of jumping, he merely set his book down slowly, fingers sliding his bookmark into place as he stood up and stretched slowly.
He glanced towards the other as he spoke, a small frown on his lips - but no other responce. He shrugged and proceeded, shoulders slouched slightly. He didn't like... standing out. Not any more. He had been quite boisterous once - and if Seamus had known him then, they probably would have gotten along well.... for the most part.
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