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 Posted: Mon Mar 07, 2011 9:12 pm
Solo RP
"Proper Etiquette"
This isn’t happening. No, please anything, but this. Please! Pretty Please! Prettiest please of the pleases, no! Ugh…. Not again. Would you stop talking? Can you stop talking? Okay, you have a nice mouth, full lips, and great, sparkling white teeth. I get it. That’s wonderful. Yeah, okay. Great. Great for you and whoever the hell you just mentioned. Did he just mention an ex-girlfriend? Oh great Noel, you’ve turned another one! Probably gonna spill on and on and on about how you came out of the closet. Phenomenal. Just ******** phenomenal…
There were two voices competing for Noel’s attention: the voice of a beautiful young art major at DCU and the voice in his head. Both voices seem to prattle on and on about the art major named Steve. Or was it Sam? Noel couldn’t recall. The boy did mention a name with an “S”. Though Noel was entirely sure it was his name that began with the letter. It could have easily been someone else’s. In fact, scratch that. He mostly didn’t care what this guy’s name was or could be. They just met an hour ago at the coffee shop where he was now seated with “S”. That’s what Noel would remember him as. “S” was someone who talked a great deal about many subjects. Most of them seemed to revolve around himself or something that made “S” look better. Noel quickly gathered that much, and by quickly, the realization came in about three seconds. However, “S” didn’t really seem to be paying attention to his coffee date, at least, not that Noel could tell. If he were, he would have noticed Noel’s states of depression. The first was a wide eyed, mouth gaping expression of pure disbelief. This state occurred right after the realization that “S” did not have an off button. The second state was one of forced smiles and laughter. Noel needed this after his abysmal patrols and encounters in Elysion. If he had to force interest in order to get some physical relief, so be it. He could hold on for a few more minutes. Really. However, a few minutes quickly turned into 30 and there he shifted to the third state: ******** pissed off. While he had initially been leaning onto the table, faking interest with a smile, he was now sitting improperly with his eyes slanted in anger. His poor posture and pissed expression were meant as a cue for “S” to stop talking, if not forever, then maybe until Noel was done with him. That would have been Noel’s idea of the polite reaction given he was in the process of listening to some pretty nobody’s life story. At this point, his thoughts were his only source of release.
Shut up. Be quiet. Please be quiet. Okay, if you be quiet, I’ll give you a dollar! No, ten dollars! Wait, no? Okay a thousand dollars! No? Really? Fine. A MILLION DOLLARS! That’s right, a cool mil for you, buddy. Okay, that’s it. Done. I’m out. You aren’t worth it. I could have paid a stupid trick and been back to swim practice by now. Why are you still talking!? Please stop. Final warning. I mean it, take a breather already…
Abruptly, he jumped up from his chair and slammed his hands on the table. He wasn’t going to take this anymore. Sure, he thought he could wait it out, but no more. An hour had gone by. He was ******** shut up already! Ugh, who has been encouraging you to act like this with strangers!? Who? They need to be beaten for such a crime! You may be cute, but no one is cute enough to force me to sit through your s**t for another minute! No one, got it!? Now, I’m out. Enjoy the rest of your life because my guess is it’s going to be spent alone. That is unless you get your tongue removed of course!”
The coffee shop was silent. The chatter of various people ceased. Even the young girl ordering a latte stopped mid sentence to stare at Noel. Widened eyes fixated on the white-haired boy as he berated his coffee date. “S” was speechless. Who knew that was the key to getting him to shut up? Certainly not Noel or he would have made a scene much earlier.
“Oh now you’re quiet!? Now? Ugh!”
Grabbing his black tea from the small wooden table, he kicked his chair aside and stormed out. Taking deep, unnecessary breathes; he tried to control his anger as he made his way to the train station. Each step became a little softer as he slowly stopped himself from stomping the whole way there. The afternoon was officially ruined and he wore a look of pure disgust half the way there. However, as he turned to the corner to the entrance of the train station, he could feel the initial burst of anger dissipate. Taking a final deep breath, he closed his eyes to calm down. Soon he would be in the water, working off the frustration “S” had so perfectly created with his never-ending story. Soon, he could henshin up and beat the s**t out of some crazy youma. Yes, that would be good after that failed mating ritual.
(( WC: 880 ))
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Posted: Tue Mar 08, 2011 10:21 pm
Solo RP
"Waking World"
“Hey folks! Goood Morning! It’s a beautiful day, Destiny City! Rise and Shine!”
Noel stared up at the ceiling fan as the radio alarm continued, his mind still entranced in the chaotic dream world of Elysion. The radio announcer seemed so hyped on life, so invigorated. Something Noel could not partake in; no, not this morning anyway. After the events he just witnessed, there had to be something deeper to his time in Elysion. Something had to bear fruit after so many strange adventures. He knew there had to be a meaning there somewhere. Yes, he had been chosen to protect the dream world from the Negaverse and he had done his best to fend them off. However, this duty wasn’t any kind of revelation. Noel had been fending off the Negaverse since ********* first handed him his magical pen. Sailor Boreas arose out of the ashes of a youma’s defeat and continued to battle against the darkness that threatened to engulf Destiny City. While the rules and mechanics of Elysion had been a far cry from his usual nightly patrols, the dream world still demanded his presence as a guardian.
Right, the guardian of Elysion. . . Did she make it out okay?
He let out a deep sigh and turned his gaze away from serious contemplations. He didn’t do well with the big questions. Life for him was kept simple and fun. Up until this point, he hadn’t really had to question too much. The events of Tartaros had thrown him for a loop, but they didn’t shake him like the dream world of Elysion. The various zones and puzzles seemed so demanding for the senshi of winter. Boreas had felt like he dropped acid then ate some mushrooms each time he found himself there. With the first dream, he had been placed in the biggest battle of his time and had come out of it unscathed, except for a few flesh wounds. Others had died in the battle as it took its toll on both sides. It was truly something to witness that was for sure. However, he wouldn’t have wished such demands on another senshi. Still confused, he got out of bed and headed into the bathroom. Sitting on the edge of the tub, he began to dress the wound inflicted by the tiny captain of the Negaverse. As he treated the cut with peroxide and cleaned away the dried blood, he tried to make connections with each localized event in order to ascertain the greater meaning of the realm.
Was everyone really just an invader? Did anyone really have the right to be there in the first place? Should I have been there at all? What if I had just never went back after the first time? Would that have helped keep everyone from opening Pandora’s box and unleashing the insanity that followed?
Once again he found himself hitting a mental wall. He was steadily turning into a rat running a maze in his own mind. The guilt and confusion weighed heavy on his heart. He wasn’t good with these emotions since he usually spent his time making sure he didn’t feel them. A novice was all he was here.
Let it out. Just feel whatever you need to feel and move on. Same as always, just fight through it. You can do it! Come on, it’s right there in front of you.
Maybe that was the problem for Noel. The answer was right in front of him, blatantly staring him in the face. As much as he hated to admit it, they all were trespassers in the realm of dreams. No one should have been there and no one should have tried to take the land away from the guardians. If that strange Golden Crystal was truly the key, then it should have been used by the owner and not fought over like a cookie on the playground. He should have known better after what happened with Chronos when her crystal was tampered with by the Negaverse. But these thoughts couldn’t and didn’t change what had transpired. The damage was done. The only thing he could hope to do was to start asking questions. Real questions about why and for what purpose he wholeheartedly threw himself into his role as a senshi. Sure, he knew he wanted to protect his friends and keep evil out of his city. These were easy answers, found lying on the surface. Not to say they weren’t true, but they were easy nonetheless. What Noel wanted to take from these thoughts was the notion to not lose himself so easily. He had become a wrecking ball on a chain. Boreas had been a tool to be directed by another, not his own man who would decide and stay mentally strong throughout the fight. He had failed this time around, but next time he wouldn’t lose himself so quickly. No, the next time would be different. Or at least he liked to think that as he continued to dress the wounds of the dream world.
(( WC: 845 ))
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Posted: Wed Mar 09, 2011 11:14 pm
Solo RP
"Wrap it with a Bow"
He had been staring into the mirror for over ten minutes now. Blue eyes carefully examining the reflection for any imperfection, whether it be a bruise from the recent battles or even a tiny wrinkle. Noel couldn’t seem to let himself out the door without the unquestionable sensation of physical perfection. White hair was styled to perfection with each point being carefully straightened and directed to the proper position. Noel even made sure to meticulously shave so that his barely noticeable white stubble wouldn’t even be present. He had even clipped small dislodged strings from his pants and button up shirt since he felt they would ultimately lead to others finding him homely or unattractive. He ironed his shirt for twenty minutes in order to remove three wrinkles. Something was weighing heavy on the senshi of winter. It was completely out of character for him to be so nitpicky. Usually, he just threw on a dark colored v-neck and some tight jeans to go out to the bars. Not like anyone there really cares what you are wearing since most of the guys just want you naked and the rest wouldn’t give you a second look if you were wearing a big bird costume. Usually he not only knew this, but embraced the focus on what was already there, inside and out, but tonight was different. He felt different tonight. If he weren’t so fixated on the mirror, he could have been practically experiencing an out of body sensation. Some stranger was moving his limbs, and ceaselessly searching for any sign of imperfection. He wasn’t possessed and on the surface, there certainly wasn’t anything he desperately needed to hide. To the average bar denizen, he would appear the same as he always did. The excessive primping would be in vain, that was a guarantee. Clothing wasn’t something that really set Noel apart from the crowd. His build as a swimmer and positive attitude got him a date, not a $100 shirt and a pair of ironed slacks. He knew this fact and it had been proven ten times over by experience. Noel knew if he ever asked a drunken man at a bar if he wouldn’t care about the brand on his shirt, not one bit. The only brand the men would be concerned with was the brand on his underwear, and that was if Noel was lucky.
“s**t…What am I doing?”
Turning from the mirror, he threw himself on the bed. This wasn’t about impressing anyone or looking the part. He knew that part by heart and it didn’t require an hour and a half to get ready. Maybe a dinner date with a movie would call for such extremes, but certainly not a visit to the bar. Noel’s frustration was rising. He had hoped this change of pace would ease his recent failures and downfalls. Falling off a building and losing a date to a youma aren’t exactly the best way to encourage a senshi to keep up the good work. Tonight was supposed to be about stress relief. Just what the doctor ordered, that’s what he told himself. However, where he stood now, all primped and proper, was a far cry from where he saw himself earlier in the night. No, Noel had failed this as well. What had been an attempt to rectify an abysmal few weeks and turned into a poorly constructed outlet for his bent up frustrations. Finally coming to terms with this misguided attempt, he slammed both fists against the bed and jumped up. He should have just gone to the gym and beat the s**t out of a punching bag or at least swam a few laps in the pool. Noel had become the king of good decisions lately; all in an attempt to better himself and gain a hold on his emotions. If tonight were evidence enough, he was certainly failing at this new and improved Noel Yalda. Ripping the shirt off and stripping down, he made his way into the bathroom. A hot shower was the only solution now. A lousy cure perhaps, but the only option was to wash away the night and go back to positively reinforced routines in the morning. With grunt of anger, he tried to release some tension under the heat of the water. No fancy cloths, no expensive hair products, and certainly no controlled behavior. He was going to stop this bad week right now and just be himself. No need to fix what isn’t broken, that’s was his new mantra now.
(( WC: 758 ))
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Posted: Thu May 05, 2011 9:21 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 16, 2011 9:06 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 21, 2011 4:46 pm
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Posted: Sun Aug 28, 2011 8:25 pm
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Posted: Thu Oct 20, 2011 6:01 pm
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