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 Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 4:12 am
-paws pathetically at the empty forum-
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Posted: Wed Dec 28, 2011 10:53 am
It's not wise to touch your computer monitor, especially with your nails. ninja
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Posted: Thu Dec 29, 2011 7:58 am
I do what I want!
-ghetto snap-
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Posted: Sat Dec 31, 2011 1:52 am
Miyuki Kitase I do what I want!
-ghetto snap- What the heck is a ghetto snap? ninja
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Posted: Fri Jan 27, 2012 11:53 pm
{{I have been here, always watching.....but no one is round?}}
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Posted: Sat Jan 28, 2012 12:04 am
The door creaked gently, letting out a soft moan as wood screeched across wood. The dim light of the even fluttered across the floorboards as the sun began it's decent and the moon rose. His form was outlined as a massive shadow across the empty space that was one a home.
Black combat boots marched across the floor boards, yet no sound was made from the 6'6' stranger. His cargo pants whipped with each step, his skin tight turtle neck clinging to his athletic and almost god like form of muscle and flesh.
Samayou Tamashii, SabaDrith JhadOrga.....but now...he was simply, Samuel.
The Abyssal Devil looked around in new light, his dead and pale foamy eyes glancing over the dim bar, the empty chairs, the empty establishment. This was were he had come to find his only true friend, Skiro, this was where he had started his life on Gaia Primus. It had moved, changed, but was always there in the end of all things and as long as he breathed, it would remain in existence. Over his absence he had accumulated power, he was now a CEO of a Pharmaceutical company, the owner of a health and Fitness chain, and so much more.
He had not really changed much, he was the same as always and that would be that. Like the mountain that never moved or the statue that never gave into weather. His silence was his greatest trait as he eyed around, shifting a chair every now and then, thinking back to the days of old...how many years had it been?
Jade, Deity, Taliman, Caine, all major influences in his life...but one surpassed them all, at least in this place. in this place he had been a friend, a rival, a mark of standard that Samuel had surpassed so long ago, perhaps not the man but the goal they had set together was now a dusty old memory. The psionic grinned as he ran his hand over the bar, the feelings of nostalgia slowly creeping down his spine.....
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Posted: Tue Jan 31, 2012 6:14 am
(It's the economy, bro. Lol, on the reals, I just don't find roleplaying that interesting. I'm more focused on College, Church, and my overall well-being. I'd rather read things that are going on with our crazy world right now, than roleplay. Have you read the NDAA section 1021? The U.S. is in for hell in the future. It may not be now, but in the coming decades, I could see us in Martial Law. Anyways, time for a power nap. I have to finish accounting homework, and present a speech in 11 hours. Nice to see a familiar face, other than a racist Miyuki. razz )
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Posted: Wed Feb 01, 2012 1:22 am
{{O it does not now, but it will...soon....sooo very sooon buwhahahaha.. ninja .....}}
He pulled his hand away from the bar, his finger tips touching as he rubbed the dust in-between his prints, feeling the memories. His eyes scanning over the empty bar in wonder, where was everybody? He knew not where anyone had gone, Deity had left no formal or informal letter of relocation so this had to be the right place. He sighed as he looked over the place, his heavy breathe filling with sparks of cold energy. "Time to go to work I guess..." He would tighten his fists, cracking his knuckles before spreading his fingers out over the main floor, as if commanding an invisible orchestra.
He closed his eyes, breathing only for a brief moment and as he breathed in a slight humming filled the air. A crackling of sorts before a echoed thump that resonated from his fingers and out across the walls. Dust was incinerated with in a bright flash as chairs up righted themselves and tables returned to their proper place. It was a quick pulse of energy that flooded the room and restored the wood to a proper shine, fitting everything back in its rightful place. once complete he looked about, his left hand slipping into his pocket as he strode thru the sea of tables with approval. "Now all I need is to contact the others, or ...wait...."
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 1:16 am
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 7:34 pm
{{...do it...i dare ya....}}
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 9:22 pm
[I wouldn't know what to poooost...
AND WAIT A MINUTE, I AM NOT RACIST!]
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Posted: Thu Feb 02, 2012 10:17 pm
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 2:25 pm
(::Breaks the ground open and starts to crawl out of the unearthed dirt and stands up. I dust my clothing off and look around:: HI EVERYBODY!!)
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Posted: Fri Feb 03, 2012 2:28 pm
(I would great likely to start RPing again. I feel my creative juices have been lacking as of late. . . Kinda sad really!)
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Posted: Mon Feb 06, 2012 8:32 pm
burning_eyes Miyuki Kitase [I wouldn't know what to poooost...
AND WAIT A MINUTE, I AM NOT RACIST!] (You are very racist. I know where you got that "ghetto snap" from missy. pirate
By the way, someone should create a character for me so I can roleplay. I am too lazy to write up my own. It's not like it sincerely matters if it is made by me, or not. Just don't make it weak, so I can at least give you a little bit of a challenge. wink )
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