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 Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 7:08 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 8:11 pm
The young joker smiled. Well excuuuuse me Princess he said mocking the old school link cartoon. THank you I don't get that a lot he said sitting next to her. Sue... what are you? he asked. She was a saviour to him.
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Posted: Wed Aug 31, 2011 11:47 pm
 You're but an aimless soul in the wake of carnage.※
Your demise to be greeted by a symphony of screams.※
Do you deny your fate so much, you fight against it?※
To survive against all odds, because you have something to live for?※
Struggle with all your might, grasping all that you hold dear※ ☆════━━━┈┈┈ ☢ ┈┈┈━━━════☆oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo  Text Goes Below!---------------------------------------------Crest glided down the hallways, in search for his room. Each foot step, swift and silent, following a rhythmic fashion. One after another until a sudden impromptu stop. Chamoise Dorm, huh? The spellings off, Deception. I already love it. His feet stood adjacent to the door as he read for the metallic doorknob. The handle was sturdy and built firm into the wooden door frame. With a single twist and the door gave way. Giving entrance to the small room. Taking the opportunity to enter the foreign territory. Messy. Cards littered the floor, while the two members ended their song. "A trap for intruders. Cards make an excellent trap. Poisoned tips or the slippery passage way?" He bent over and picked up a card at random. It was a 7 of Hearts. "Lucky number 7 huh? No poison?" Crest loosened his grip on the card, letting if fall gently to the floor near the laid out cards. He flung his bag into the closet, following after it. Unzipping it and pulling out clothing. Multiple suits of of his currently attire. Not a single variant existed with his bag. Gently he placed them above the floor. The remaining contents in his bag were a book, "The Art of War," a few hygienic goods, packets of blood, and a few other items. Finishing, he stood at the frame of the closet. Not wasting time to get settle. "Where are you two sleeping?"(( Onslaught Of Carnage : Sorry for the interruption. You two seem to be getting along fine.)) 
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 3:58 pm
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 4:58 pm
The Joker looked at the boy. Notrap... care to gamble though? he asked not caring for his name only to see if he could get anything off of him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 9:32 pm
You're but an aimless soul in the wake of carnage.※
Your demise to be greeted by a symphony of screams.※
Do you deny your fate so much, you fight against it?.※
To survive against all odds, because you have something to live for?※
Struggle. Struggle with all your might, grasping all that you hold dear※ ☆════━━━┈┈┈ ☢ ┈┈┈━━━════☆oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo  Text Goes Below!---------------------------------------------"Life's a gamble. There is no reason to chance anymore than needed on a game." He looked at the other male in the room when he addressed him. "Why do you so foolish stake anything on a game. Life's one big game huh? Shakespeare once wrote 'All the world's a stage, And all the men and women merely players: They have their exits and their entrances.'" He exited the closet space and graced the centered of the room with his presence. "In life there are no winners or losers. Just those who have their entrances and those who have their exits. Some prefer to never leave the stage. This creates conflicts amongst actors. This is how I view life. Not a game but a stage. Crest stood at the center of the room in a noble-like elegance. His demeanor eloquent and graceful. "Knowing your enemy is half the war. So here I am as Crest, Crest Skavenjer. Dazzling the stage. You two would be? And as a lady, you should not be staying on the couch." His left hand gripped his right elbow and his right hand touched his chin. He arched his head as his eyes shifted toward the female. His eyes flared up. Within a few seconds Crest moved from his centered position to the foot of the couch, kneeling on one leg. "It's a pleasure you have you two as my roommates. Shall we get along nicely?" He extended his arm to reach for her. Planning kiss her hand like a true gentleman, the way he was taught. Though he showed only a competitive nature toward the male companion. (( Onslaught Of Carnage :Thank you~ "Dazzing the stage" was stolen from "Star Driver"))
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Posted: Thu Sep 01, 2011 9:39 pm
Henry simply smiled at Crest. He saw him as no threat. He controlled probability. His shark teeth returned as he grinned. Yes..... Entrances and exits, we he also wrote "To die, to sleep perchance to dream" from his play Hamlet. Do you know the real meaning of those words? he asked Knowing he wouldn't because no one really knew. All excet one girl in this school. He turned back to Sue spinning her again.
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 8:55 am
◆◆◆ The girl in the club with the crooked smile...  Ｓ Ｕ Ｅ... the one with all the answers, at the top of the pile ◆◆◆ ♦ ♦ ♦ With all the hand kissing and spinning, she wasn't sure if she should be flattered or disgusted. She stepped out of the reach of the two boys and held up her hands in a sort of "that's enough" gesture. "Yea, get along well and all that. I'm Sue, and thanks, but the couch is fine." She said and smirked. It was obvious that Crest was feeling competitive against Henry, but she didn't want to be a part of it. Sue went to the door and curtsied sarcastically. "Pardon moi, gentlemen, but I must take my leave." She said and waved goodbye, skipping out the door.
[[EXIT]]    ◆◆◆ She has you in her grip, there's no getting loose
The girl in the club with her neck in a noose ◆◆◆
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Posted: Mon Sep 05, 2011 1:37 pm
You're but an aimless soul in the wake of carnage.※
Your demise to be greeted by a symphony of screams.※
Do you deny your fate so much, you fight against it?.※
To survive against all odds, because you have something to live for?※
Struggle. Struggle with all your might, grasping all that you hold dear※ ☆════━━━┈┈┈ ☢ ┈┈┈━━━════☆oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo  Text Goes Below!---------------------------------------------Crest eyes shifted when Sue rejected his offer. He became slightly irritated by her gesture, and demeanor. "Unrefined uncultured and lacking of manners, that's typical and should have been expected. Oh well." He whispered softly under her his breath. Regaining his sense of composure, his blood-red eyes reverted to normal. Picking himself up off the ground. He cracked his neck side to side, and turned toward the joker character. "'To die: to sleep; No more; and by a sleep to say we end. The heart-ache and the thousand natural shocks' from Hamlet's famous 'To be or not to be' soliloquy. In sleep we meet our end, that is to say in death. I believe death is the ultimate cure for any struggle, but it is by no means a solution, but an escape." Crest imitated Hamlet and performed his own soliloquy in front of a one man audience. "Death does relieve us from a thousand natural shocks, for we have no ties to our body for once it happens. Sleep is all but the same in a different perspective. This express the views the renaissance held on dreaming. When we sleep we enter another realm. One unearthly and full of our desires, hopes, aspirations, fears, and nightmares."
"'To sleep: perchance to dream: ay, there's the rub; for in the sleep of death what dreams may come. When we have shuffled off this mortal coil,
must give us pause.'" Crest continued on, not sure if Henry even paid attentions to his ramblings. He moved onto the closest bed with a slight discomfort for the feel as he glided his hand over the covers. Positioning himself upon the surface resting left arm behind him. His right elbow rested on his waist and arched in the air. His hand shaped as if he was holding a round objects with only three fingers (with his pinky and ring finger folded against the palm). "But here we dreams are not certain. What is the probability that one gets to dream? A temporary relief that is never certain, a dream. And when we die, our coils unbound, does our life stop?"(( Onslaught Of Carnage : ))
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Posted: Tue Sep 06, 2011 9:47 pm
Henry simply smiled as Sue left. His gut feeling was obvious. She might be the one. Bah! Henry was a Joker who was he kidding? No one would want him. You remind me of a girl I talked to on my Train ride here... she was named after an Indian deity he said to Crest Anyways Henry, Improbability expert, at your service he said in a slight mocking tone. He sat at his own bed with a regular smile once again.
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Posted: Wed Sep 07, 2011 11:23 pm
You're but an aimless soul in the wake of carnage.※
Your demise to be greeted by a symphony of screams.※
Do you deny your fate so much, you fight against it?.※
To survive against all odds, because you have something to live for?※
Struggle. Struggle with all your might, grasping all that you hold dear※ ☆════━━━┈┈┈ ☢ ┈┈┈━━━════☆oxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo Text Goes Below!---------------------------------------------
Crest's eyes narrowed has they began to shift similar to before. When Sue ignored his gesture. He was irritated at Henry, who ignored his thoughts. Crest performed a soliloquy and expressed his very thoughts and ideals with in. But he did so front of no audience for Henry did not respond to it. Henry's disregard for the subject was taken as disrespect in Crest's eye. For Henry was more interested in the girl. Perhaps he forgot? Was the only optimistic thought that popped into Crest's mind."'I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness.'* Pitiful Joker, has improbability struck your mind? Have you fallen so greatly that you cannot see in front of you? Searching in the dark with a hint of light." Crest did not use normal standards when he addressed Joker. He he did not care if the Joker would comprehend. He analyzed Joker and thought of him as someone who has lost to his ability. One who searches for someone or something, but to no avail will he succeed.
Crest spoke in an oppressive tone as his eyes glaze locked on Henry. Glaring a blood red that dimmed under the moonlight. His stare was hollow as if he stared into Henry's soul. He would be interesting, but sadly not a rival. Are my standards too high? He stood from the bed and brushed his cape aside. He began to walk toward Henry, but his eyes did not follow. They were locked on the door, for Crest could not stay here any longer. For fear of boredom he must find stimulus. As he passed Henry he spoke a few words. "'So Eden was deserted, and at eve. Into the quiet place God came to grieve.'" Crest knew little of probability, but he knew it rivaled the gods. But a lonely god is but a lonely being no different from a human. He grabbed the handle of the door opening it wide. He did not look bad and shut it behind it with a gentle thud. It clicked into pa=lace and Crest's presence was nevermore.[[Exits]] (( Onslaught Of Carnage : *Howl, Allen Ginsberg))
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