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 Posted: Mon Nov 09, 2009 10:46 pm
Kirin auditioned for the play being run by drama teacher Miss Johnson. Kirin's audtion is here Word Count: 811 (not including form) Date: 10 Nov '09
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:43 pm
META PRP: It's Totally Romantic, I Swear! Characters: Kirin, Cameron Bleaker (Faewynd) Status: Finished - PRP Thread Link: hereSummary: Kirin and Cameron have a literal run-in in the cafeteria, Cam's sandwich ending up all down Kirin's front. Chivalry (or ulterior motives) ensues...
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:46 pm
META PRP: I Do Not Like You, Sam I Am! Characters: Kirin, Lucy Mor (x_Nata_x) Status: In Progress - PRP Thread Link: hereSummary: Epic girl rivalry! Another confrontation in a rivalry that has been going since Kirin and Lucy first met, years ago, when they joined BP. It... has been years... right?
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Posted: Thu Nov 12, 2009 7:49 pm
META PRP: Play Smart, Out-Smart Characters: Kirin, Arastoo Pymedegauso (Dark_Musashi) Status: Finished - PRP Thread Link: hereSummary: A friendly (?) chess game in the library.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 3:30 am
BP ANNOUNCEMENT You have a dream. In this dream you're not yourself. You could be anywhere -- sitting in class. Sitting in your room. Doing the things you like. All you know is that suddenly in this boring, day-to-day, dull dream you suddenly change. It starts as a longing, a gnawing hunger deep in your gut. You haven't eaten. You're so hungry. Maybe you look around for food -- a candy bar in your bag or your desk, a sandwich you left somewhere, even a water bottle to get something into your system. None of it suffices. You're hungry. You're so hungry. You can't bear how hungry you are. You're in pain, you're so hungry. You stumble around in a fog -- suddenly out of your bedroom or your classroom, dreams are like that. Suddenly you're somewhere else. And there's someone in front of you. You know them, it's a classmate -- -- and you're so hungry. You're so desperately, panic-strickenly hungry. You grab them. They're slow. They smell as delicious as Bella Swan to Edward Cullen after a long period of not vegetarianly eating a wolf the author of this never worked out how that worked, so if you're Frankie Del Rockham you accept this with delight. You're so hungry. They smell so good. The biting's easy, and suddenly your teeth are teeth that rip and shred rather than blunt teeth that can only make ragged, unsophisticated holes -- and the blood's so good and the flesh is so sweet, and so is their screaming. You wake up starving, unfinished and unsatisfied. You're so hungry.
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Posted: Sun Nov 15, 2009 3:32 am
META ORP: Mad Munchies Characters: Kirin + many Status: Finished - ORP Thread Link: hereSummary: The boy's kitchen, the morning after that freaky cannibal dream.
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Posted: Fri Nov 27, 2009 9:48 pm
[MASS SD] THE ROOF IS ON FIRE (ALL)rosemilk ADMIN NOTE: It's 1 AM. The Barren Pines dormitory has been set on fire. The first floor is already ablaze, and the old oil heating system has taken off like a handful of fireworks at a fire factory. It was coming up on 1am. Kirin only noticed because it was his self-appointed bedtime, otherwise it would have passed as unnoticed as all the other hours he spent on his computer every night. Kirin was not a hacker. This was important, because if he was, he would be having a much easier time of things. It hadn't taken long for Kirin to work out that there were certain things he couldn't write in his letters from to his grandfather. His hand would cramp up, his throat would tighten, and if he tried to continue he would wake up to find ten minutes to half an hour had passed while he was unconscious. Deciding to take the issue online, Kirin found he suffered from the exact same issue trying to type it into an email or a forum. If there was anything Kirin knew, it was programming. Somehow, someone had stuck this program into his brain, convincing it to shut down when he tried to convey certain facts about the school. Luckily, Kirin also knew even the best programming could be worked around... eventually. So while Kirin couldn't pass on any information yet, he spent all his nights researching everything he could online, and trying to find ways to at least record the 'forbidden' information, if not pass it on. He thought he almost had a way around it. So far, the choking and cramping sensations were more tolerable when inputted into a certain coding program. Most of what was written was unintelligible to the average person. Somewhere buried in the middle was what would appear if the program ever ran: This information will never be passed to anyone. As long as I remain alive. If you are reading this, I am dead, and I need someone to know why...The first line had been the easiest. The following ones, and the information Kirin had gathered about the school, were much harder. Kirin couldn't add to that section for any longer than a minute, having to quickly switch back to the coding that would send the message to a list of contacts if Kirin didn't open the file once every 24 hours. Of course, Kirin didn't know if it would work. He had no way of testing it. Perhaps, when he considered the tweaking of code complete, he would create a dummy file containing harmless information and not open the file to see if that sent. In any case, it was almost 1am. The clack-clackity-clack of typing slowed. Kirin hit CTRL-S and quickly scanned the file to see if anything jumped out at him before hitting his bed for the night. While scrolling, Kirin's nose crinkled. Was someone burning something in the kitchen again? "What stupid a*****e is up at this hour?" he muttered, failing to appreciate the irony of that statement. Pushing away from his desk, Kirin stomped over to the door. About to open it, he paused. Heat was radiating from the metal handle. He looked down to the floor - and jumped back when he saw smoke curling in under the door. "Holy ********!" Kirin said under his breath. Running to the window, he tried to pull it open. It wasn't budging. Kirin pressed his face against the glass, peering out. A red glow was lighting up the building, mostly down at the ground floor, but a few other windows on the first floor were lit by ********!" A scream this time as Kirin pounded on the window. Even if the fire wasn't in the halls already, there was no getting out via the bottom floor. It looked like the window was Kirin's only way out, and why wasn't the stupid ******** opening? Some kind of auto-lock feature? Kirin wouldn't put it past the ******** running this place. Smoke covered the bottom foot or so of the room now, rapidly increasing in volume. No, no, no, NO! Kirin had too much to do. He was getting out of this school somehow, so suffocating in his bedroom was not an ******** it, Kirin's mind blanked out in hopeless rage. Grabbing the back of his chair, he swung it at the window. "You've got to put your weight behind it, Kiri, or all you'll do is hurt yourself," a remembered voice floated through his mind. The window shattered under the impact. About to crawl out, Kirin's gaze passed over his desk, then swung back to the still-open laptop. Swearing, he slammed the lid shut. He pulled the cord out of the wall without bothering to turn anything off. The laptop went into the padded bag next to his desk. The sole picture frame on the desk - a redhaired woman and her young, smiling boy - followed the laptop. Essentials safely removed, Kirin crawled onto the windowsill, bag slung over one shoulder. He kicked at several sharp shards sticking up from the frame and then began maneuvering himself through backwards. A hiss escaped as a shard sliced along his lower leg. He did his best to ignore it, and finally he was out, dangling from the windowsill, pain blooming in one hand as tiny glass fragments dug in. Kirin let go. Thankfully one floor wasn't a bad drop. Kirin felt bad about the students in the higher floors. Not bad enough to have stayed and risked his own life, of course. Kirin legged it away from the burning building, heading around to the entrance side to see if anyone else made it out.
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Posted: Sat Nov 28, 2009 5:25 am
Okay, so The Roof Is On Fire turned into an ORP for several of the survivors. META ORP: THE ROOF IS ON FIRE Characters: Kirin, Jessalyn (Lanthriel) + many Status: In Progress - Sudden Death Thread Link: hereSummary: THE ROOF DORM IS ON FIRE. Moving ORP responses here, since the thread keeps eating them or posting them into the wrong order. Lanthiriel What woke Jess from her nightmares wasn't the dulcet shrill of a fire alarm, it was Hell. Or at least as close to that undesirable location as one could get on this plane. Shooting up, she blinked blearily, her world now a smouldering pit of heat, smoke and glowing reds and oranges. And Silence. Or rather, as much silence as there could be amidst the bestial roaring that seemed to cover almost every other sound on the floor. Still blinking as her brain made the leap from the intellectual to the instinctive, the red-head scrambled out of bed, ignoring the fact that she was wearing only a bra and a pair of boy shorts. Clothing wasn't important. Getting OUT was. Shoving her feet into a pair of flip flops, she yanked her door open and was greeted by the sounds of faint, shrill screams drifting through the building. The alarm! Why hadn't anyone tripped the alarm?
Grabbing a towel from her dresser to put over her mouth, she ran towards the dining area, banging on doors and screaming as she went. Why hadn't the alarm gone off? Finally, finally, she reached the student area and with fumbling, trembling fingers seized the small handle under the inscription, "In Case of Fire, Pull". Following the directions, she pulled and waited for one expectant moment.
Nothing. No noise, no warning. Jessalyn Bowe stood there for a moment in a tiny bubble of shock. The heat of the blaze woke her from her reverie. She had to get out, get away. The heat seeping through the floor was enough to tell her that going down the stairs wasn't an option. Neither was going up. And just running without trying to warn anyone else... Jess's knees went weak and she sank to the ground until good, old, reliable instinct once again seized control and forced her muscles to move. She couldn't know how many people from her floor has already made it out. Or how many might already be... NO. Shaking her head violently, she dismissed the grim thoughts. It was time to move. Just... remember the shed last summer, she told herself as she tied the towel around her face and ran for the room doors she hadn't yet pounded on. This is just a bigger shed and the kittens are people this time. There was a window nearby that had a tree growing nearby. If she couldn't get out the window and jump for the tree, she might be able to climb down...
Then, the window was there and the outside world was wreathed in a haze of oily, black smoke. The tree already had little flames licking through its branches. Casting around, she saw nothing she could use to break the glass. Every moment wasted was another breath of smoke filtering through her towel and burning her lungs, another scorch mark upon her skin. Her barely covered skin. Glancing back and forth between the window and the smoke-filled floor, Jess wavered. She couldn't do this. She couldn't, she couldn't, she could. And was. Moving without thinking, Jessalyn found herself backing up and running at the window, mentally noting the nearest branch before one arm whipped up to protect her face and her body crashed through the glass. Hung there for a moment. And then her arms were reaching out for the branch, she felt her finger brush the roughened bar, then curl around, holding it as she swung far to high above the ground.
Looking around and down, she saw her mistake. There weren't any climbable branches below her. Only a drop. She was going to have to let go. Closing her eyes and gulping back a sob, she sent a breath of a prayer up to whatever deity had been watching out for her thus far and then... just let go, allowing gravity to do its thing.
Oh ********, she thought, this is going to hurt.
She landed ackwardly, without grace, and with her full weight landing on the ankle that had been slightly curved in, snapping it. The sound of bone breaking and the sharp pain made her scream. But the little primitive, lizard brain deep within wouldn't let her stop moving. Choking on tears, throat burning, she forced herself up and hobbled as far from the building as she could. The front of the building, she had to get to the front of the building.
Bleeding from various glass-inflicted cuts, broken ankle already swelling and bruising, hair singed and clad only in her unmentionables, Jess looked terrible. Spying a red-head she knew only by sight as Kirin, she moved a little faster, calling out hoarsely as she tore the towel from her face. She was going to need help binding her ankle after all. kalindara Kirin's gaze was torn from the hypnotic lick or curl of flames by someone calling his name. Someone else had decided to forgo stairs and the blazing bottom floor, since the voice came from the side of the building. He pushed down the little voice hoping it was one of the handful of students he tolerated or respected. Spying a mostly-naked girl limping towards him, Kirin decided it was best not to listen to that tiny voice, since hopes were only for crushing. Still, he was intrigued enough to walk towards the girl. s**t, the girls were all on the second and third floors, weren't they? No wonder she was limping. "What'd you do, jump from the third floor?" he couldn't help demanding. Cuts all over, too. "You... do know it's best to smash the window before you go through, right?" Not waiting for an answer, he helped lower the girl - Jess-something, Jessica? Jessabel? Eh, no matter - to the ground. "Sit, take the weight off it," he said, absently ordering her about as he focused on the snapped ankle. He joined her on the ground. Glad to be wearing pajama pants and a baggy sleep top (and not having removed his padded bra yet, thank god!), he began tearing strips from the bottom of one pant leg. He had noticed the towel, but figured it was much too bulky for the kind of tight wrapping Jess' ankle needed. While tearing strips, he said, "I need you to feel your ankle. See if the bones are still in place, or if they've moved out of alignment. And yeah, it's gonna hurt like a b***h. Bite on the towel if you're worried about your tongue." He was no ******** doctor, but he'd broken bones when he was younger and knew that setting them wrong to begin with just meant re-breaking them later. He wasn't putting it past the school to deny proper medical treatment, or just delay it as long as possible. Meanwhile, this was probably the most Kirin had spoken to someone outside his social circles - chess, computers or karaoke - in the entire time he'd been at Barren Pines. Lanthiriel In spite of everything, Jess couldn't help the exhausted smile at the other girl's scolding. It was reassuring in a weird way. Sitting ackwardly, she sighed and decided that answering Kirin's questions would help stave off a little of the shock that was threatening to swamp her.
"Second, actually. Didn't think I had the time to find something heavy enough to smash it. Fire alarm didn't go off, not even after I pulled the handle. No alarm."
Ahh.. and there it was. Shock was putting everything at a comfortably numb distance and the tears began. Gripping the towel, she covered her face, sobbing into the smoke-scented terrycloth. She barely heard Kirin's words as the other girl checked over her ankle. She simply nodded and continued to cry. It wasn't the loss of her possessions, or even the potential loss of schoolmates that drove her to cry. It was the awful, frightening thought that this had happened at a SCHOOL. First, all those poor, dead kids and now this fire... This was stuff that belonged in some cheesy disaster flick. Not in a school! kalindara Oh god no. Not crying. Kirin didn't even think it was tears of pain, since no one had touched the ankle since she sat down. Well, maybe she was in shock? He supposed that might be the normal response. He considered faking it, since it seemed Jess wasn't the only one - those idiots who'd stopped right outside the doors and weren't worried about the building exploding when the fire finally got the gas line? In the end he discarded the idea - someone had to keep their head around here. That seemed more important than pretending to be like everyone else. He proffered the towel to Jess again. "It-it's okay," he said awkwardly. "We're alive, and I'm sure others will make it out and... jesus christ I suck at this, just stop crying." Screw this trying to be nice s**t, Jessaface could deal with the Ice Queen while Kirin did what he could for this ankle. "Bite down onto the towel," Kirin ordered in a frosty voice. "This is going to hurt like a b***h and no one wants to deal with you biting your tongue off." Reaching over, Kirin prodded at the ankle. The foot was at a relatively normal ankle, from what Kirin could see. It wasn't like he was a doctor - just raised on too much Doctor Quinn Medicine Woman, thanks mom. So he knew the right things to say, but he'd never had to do something like this before! "Okay, I'm just gonna wrap it now," he said. He grabbed the strips he'd torn off his pant leg and raised Jess' bad leg off the ground. Okay, that wouldn't work when he needed both hands... Sticking out one of his own legs, he lowered Jess' so that her calf was propped up by his knee. The ankle didn't make it back to the ground - perfect. Kirin began tying the strips tightly around the ankle, winding a bit above and below the break. If his hands shook a little, well, he could blame that on shock. And if the wrapping more closely resembled the wrapping method for a snake bite, well, beggars couldn't be choosers. To distract Jess, he said, "So, you think they'll try and claim the building caught bacterial meningitis and died?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 30, 2009 11:23 pm
META ORP: Team Tallahassee: Zombie Killin' Warriors (Survivor ORP) Characters: Kirin, Andeon, Mack, Jess, Nihls, Billy, Lucas, Evie. Status: Finished - ORP Thread Link: hereSummary: The morning after the fire, zombies have overtaken the school. Kirin can't get past them on his own, so he hooks up with other survivors...
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Posted: Wed Dec 02, 2009 12:11 am
META PRP: Waiting With Weapons (Tallahassee) Characters: Kirin, Jess, Billy, Evie. Status: Finished - ORP Thread Link: hereSummary: With half of Tallahassee gone, the other half are left to guard the base. While working on scrounging weapons from the classroom, will they be attacked by zombies?
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Posted: Sat Dec 05, 2009 11:32 pm
META PRP: Time to Make a Stand (Tallahassee/Columbus) Characters: Kirin, Jess, Billy, Evie, Sue, Yahya. Status: Finished - ORP Thread Link: hereSummary: The decimated survival teams of Tallahassee and Columbus team up to take the fight to the zombies. This can't end well, right?
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