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 Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:37 pm
 *#* Monica Blanche *#*
4th Year DWMA Teacher"I have moved from certainty to doubt, from devotion to rebellion." -Phil Donahue-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Suddenly it felt like although she had been there the whole time, Monica was intruding on some sort of intimacy. She felt the need to excuse herself. Without a word, she kept to the background, opening the door with a quiet slide of the hinges to slip back into the depths of the Hallways. Dark thoughts swirled fervently in her mind, and she pulled her jacket closer around herself irritably. She was eager to lose herself in the sway of drink, and as soon as possible.
(( Exit unless hindered ))-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-"It doesn't take a majority to make a rebellion; it takes only a few determined leaders and a sound cause." -H.L. Mencken Profile HereVolatile Times (Contains Language)
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Posted: Sun Jan 06, 2013 7:53 pm
Daniel Tamashi  If a martyr i must be. in the darkness of the halls a set of glowing yellow eyes apperaed teh same evil strange twisted soul surrounding them as he smiled. " you wish to leave before you touch my very soul? i can let you see it touch it hold it feel the endless power." Daniels remained in teh shadows
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Posted: Mon Jan 07, 2013 8:21 am
*#* Monica Blanche *#*
4th Year DWMA Teacher"I have moved from certainty to doubt, from devotion to rebellion." -Phil Donahue-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-
Monica only barely stopped, her only acknowledgement of Daniel was her response. "I changed my mind. You can keep it to your little dark self. I'm done for today," she said coldly in an absolute tone. She didn't care anymore. She just wanted to get away from the School, away from these memories. Monica wondered if she still had those bottles of wine tucked away, those would be the first to go tonight. She continued on her way through the halls, not stopping for Daniel or anyone else at this point.
(( Exit again? Unless hindered... Again? xd ))-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-_-"It doesn't take a majority to make a rebellion; it takes only a few determined leaders and a sound cause." -H.L. Mencken Profile HereVolatile Times (Contains Language)
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 4:23 pm
Jack Morrison Tactical Weapon Jack walked onto the school roof he looked out around him and laid down on the ground and looked up at the sky he sighed and sat there waiting for something to happen. Mood: boredWhere: DWMA RoofListening To: Beethoven Symphony No. 7
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 6:25 pm
There was never anyone on the roof of a building especially not a school. Chloe was sure that she could finally catch her breath after such a trying day of being enrolled into Shibusen. So many prodding people, asking so many questions. Chloe was shaken and frustrated and just wanted a little air. She pushed the door open and was almost instantly relieved by the blast of cool air that struck her. It greeted her as no person at this school had. Chloe dwelled on their fake smiling faces, even Lord Death had the fakest greeting she had ever heard. But at least she was here now, enjoying the wing gently whipping through her twirled bangs. She noticed a young man present after several minutes of staring off into nothingness. She blushed and stammered when she spotted him "O-o-oh... I didn't realize anyb-b-body was up here...um.. h-h-how long have you been here...
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 5:54 am
Jack Morrison Tactical Weapon Jack glanced at the girl and didn't smile "I heard you walking up the stairs and I have been up here for over half an hour." Jack said as he sat up and looked at her. "What's your name?" Jack asked calmly as he looked back at the sky.Mood: indifferentWhere: DWMA RoofListening To: Beethoven Symphony No. 9
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 11:33 am
 Chloe rolled her eyes but did so in an attempt to hide a sudden rush of annoyance. She had been introducing herself all day and to be frank, her own name was beginning to disgust her from it's repetition. She glanced at the boy who spurred the gears of her brain to screech to a halt from their pensive processes. His question was rewarded with a few moments of awkward silence as she developed a method to no pour forth every annoyed thought in her head. She finally gave a quirky reply. "I'm... very sorry, I'm Chloe Hearn, a freshmen." She shifted uncomfortably as her thoughts struggled for control of her own body. This boy seemed almost cold but cool and collected. She was undecided between ideas of wanting to study him, lash out at him for annoying her, and to be friendly since that was the normal thing to do. █ █▐▐▓ Thoughts:They're never coming back for me... and my patience has expired...
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 7:44 pm
Jack Morrison Tactical Weapon Jack went over her name in his head trying to remember if he had met her before he stood up he was rather tall about 6' 3" he looked at her and smiled it was a true smile it was as if his entire mood changed. "I'm Jack Morrison Tactical Weapon. A pleasure to meet you." Jack said and the smile vanished Jack walked towards her and stopped right infront of her. "So you are a meister correct?" Jack asked as he walked around her with a indifferent look on his face.Mood: curiousWhere: DWMA RoofListening To: Beethoven Symphony No. 8
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 10:13 pm
Chloe's head and eyes followed Jack as he circled her. She couldn't contain her sarcasm this time. "Well yes a meister, not carrion Mr vulture man." She barely stifled a giggle. Part of her was truly offended but this man was obviously a weapon and looking for a partner and she supposed that she could let it go. She wasn't sure what a tactical weapon was but it sounded interesting. She noted his judging eyes and lack of expression. She also noted his height. Jack was easily easily a foot and a half taller than herself and he looked like a prowling wolf looming over her. She quietly folded her hands over the front of her skirt after slightly adjusting her top hat. Her eyes narrowed as he circled. "I'm sorry, is there something I can actually help you with or should I reach for my pepper spray before you get any closer." █ █▐▐▓ Thoughts:They're never coming back for me... and my patience has expired...
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 8:27 pm
Jack Morrison Tactical Weapon Jack stopped circling her he turned his back to her and fell backwards toward her when he tapped her he changed into his machine-gun form and was held onto her back by a strap "This should be fun you seem nice and able to judge a situation just by observing it you didn't immediately attack me or run away." Jack said in his gun form "If you want a different form just say and I will change to show you my forms." Jack said as he smiled in the reflection on the gun.Mood: cheeryWhere: DWMA RoofListening To: Beethoven Symphony No. 8
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Posted: Thu Feb 14, 2013 8:16 pm
Chloe was about to flinch and try to dodge when the tall boy began to fall on her. She squeaked in surprise when her space was invaded and was breathing heavily even after Jack had changed his form. She ran her thumb under the strap, observing the new weight on her shoulder. She lifted Jack's strap allowing him to slide from her half covered shoulder. She brought Jack to her hands and looked him over. Jack was in an experts hands, and as Chloe handled him, her brain recognized and identified every working part of Jack's real counterpart firearm. He claimed to have multiple forms and Chloe could only hope that they were mostly guns.
Rolling Jack around in her she carefully observed and inspected every inch. She muttered to herself almost forgetting that she held a Demon Weapon in her hands. "A p90 full auto. Approximately 2.54kg in weight Effective at a range of 200 meter. A little short distance for assault but close quarters is more of a Kishin's style anyway. It has a magazine of 50 rounds of 5.7x28mm cartriges which would convert to aproximately 21.3 newtons of soul impact that travels with around1225 joules.You would carry a wavelength at 655 meters per second,a reduced speed but to be expected due to difference in ammunition." She locked the bolt forward and examined his inner workings. Gingerly she released it, satisfied with it's inner workings.
Chloe brought Jack up to her face like she was going to shoot him but was only looking down his sights. It was here that she frowned a little. "Even for me this form is a little small and your sighting is off. You'll do but don't get comfortable in this form... I prefer something with a little more punch and I assume you have it. You're tall and slim, I'd bet my bottom dollar you have at least a rifle form." █ █▐▐▓ Thoughts:They're never coming back for me... and my patience has expired...
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Posted: Fri Feb 15, 2013 9:12 am
Jack Morrison Tactical Weapon Jack smiled as he shifted to his rifle form words scrolled along the sight there was an ear bud attached to the stock. "Hello there miss Chloe I am Sniper I don't really speak only to inform you of other targets while you are sighting I shall let you examine me and see if my sights are off which I will already tell you my front is off by .001 micrometer to the left make changes as required." The text flashed. "Oh one other thing I am modified I'm not shooting .50 caliber I am shooting a .60 Caliber the stock is designed to take a large amount of the kick but you will still feel it a few more forms to go." The text flashed again.Mood: curiousWhere: DWMA RoofListening To: Beethoven Symphony No. 8
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Posted: Thu Feb 21, 2013 7:39 pm
 ¦ Phoenix "Kira" Alexander ¦ ---------------------------------------------------- The air was was cool from the slight breeze that ruffled the boy's hair as he sat quietly. One leg was pulled up to his chest, his arms wrapped around it as the other dangled in the air from his precarious perch. His dark eyes were glued to the horizon and the desert expanding into it, and he wondered if there was anything truly beyond it. Perhaps this was a dream, and there really was no one, nothing her in this place. Maybe this was his own fragile, surreal place that would disappear if he moved. He knew this was not true; of course it wasn't. He was in reality, and he was sitting dangerously close to the edge, his chin resting on his arm as though he cared not for whatever might befall him if someone so much as pushed. He really did care; he just thought somewhere, deep in his mind, that maybe if he fell, he would wake up. But I wouldn't, He reminded himself, then sighed, pulling out his phone to start some music. Maybe that would help.
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Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2013 10:36 am
❝The thing I think I love
Will surely bring me pain
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame❞ ʏｕｊｉ ᴍｉｋｉ  ╔══════════════╗
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►Yuji sighed. This day was a bit depressing for himself. First, he ate all the red apple's in his house, and Second, he ate all the red apples n his house! "Man. I can't believe that I ate it all. But they where so good!" Yuji scratched the back of his head. A few people where here. Including a boy who was sitting a little to close to the edge. Yuji walked over and smiled as she sat next to the boy, "Hey. You do know that this edge has a history. Don't you?"◄
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╚══════════════╝ ⊀Open Oozing Cut:⊁
patches70 Sorry if it's to.... FANCY. ❝Imagine living like a king someday.
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
We are the shadows screaming take us now❞
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Posted: Mon Feb 25, 2013 9:40 am
¦ Phoenix "Kira" Alexander ¦ ---------------------------------------------------- Phoenix looked up as something flashed in the corner of his vision, and met the eyes of another student. He shrugged, looking away again. "Actually, I don't. Care to educate me?" The boy replied, not completely interested. No one had bothered to talk to him so far, and the friendliness of this person out of nowhere was a little odd to him, but not unwelcome.
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