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 Posted: Thu Jan 05, 2006 7:48 pm
Name: Caryl
Gender: Female
Owner: M
Race: Ghost
Ability: Item Possession
Alignment: Evil
Love: Unknown
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 1:36 pm
:001: Harowiin Post
:002: Table of Contents
:003: Bio (Caryl)
:003: Bio
:004: Aquaintances
:005: Album
:006: Meh!?
::Rules::
::001:: Please do not post without permission.
::002:: Err, be nice?
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 1:40 pm
::About Caryl::
::Appearance:: A swirly, pretty lollipop
: razz ersonality:: Unknown
Erh...I'll get back to you later on this. She's a lollipop, what else can I say?
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 1:56 pm
::Name:: Risk (Last name unknown)
::Age:: Somewhere before 20
::Height:: Not tall enough
::Weight:: Unknown
Hello! My name is Risk! It's actually an acronym, but who really cares anyway? I could call myself Pooppile, and nobody'd complain. (Most likely. I haven't tried it yet.) I am currently a juvenile delinquent and loving it. Hope to see ya in the future!
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 1:57 pm
Oh my! I'm such a shy blushing violet that I have yet to meet anyone! (Yeah right. Lazy bum is my middle name.)
Hopefully this section will eventually be filled with plenty of suckers...er...aquaintances.
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 1:58 pm
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Posted: Sat Jan 07, 2006 2:01 pm
Y'know, I could be productive and actually put something in this section, but that'd, like, defy my whole beingness or something. Err, yeah.
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Posted: Thu Jan 12, 2006 1:42 pm
::Risk-chan Journal Numero Uno!::
Well, I suppose it should be semi obvious, but I've got it in my mind to make a journal! I know that someday when I'm rich and famous, people will either be, a. reading this, or b. using it for blackmail. Ah, well, it's my life, and of course it is magnificent. (How couldn't it be, with me as its...erh...liver. Eww, I hate liver.)
Y'know, the strangest thing happened. I was given this lollipop, and told to take care of it. Y'know, like its alive or something? And the thing is glowin' I tell you, glowing!
Maybe its radioactive? But, a third arm may be useful, y'know. Hehe.
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Posted: Tue Jan 17, 2006 3:29 pm
::RP-chan?? Number One!::
Caryl was irritated, to be sure. Not only was there nobody here to bask in the magnificence of her first emergence, but, well, there was nobody here to pay attention to her at all!
This was a definite no-no, and had to be rectified immediately.
But of course, she must see what she can work with. After all, what was the good of chaos and mayhem if there were no tools to work with in order to induce it?
Well, first we had the nice looking boombox in the corner...Turning up the volume to full blast, she stopped when "I Got You" by John Brown came on blasting over the speakers. Deciding that it was decently loud enough, and expressing her currently improving mood, she moved on to better things...
Like the air conditioning system. Turning it down all the way, she giggled at her brilliance. After all, she was a ghost, what was she to care about temperature? Rushing into the adjacent kitchen, she opened both the fridge and the freezer, turning on the ice maker in the process. Moving into the bedroom, she cranked the AC dial down in there as well, just for good measure.
Now, what else could she do? Ah, another wonderful idea came to her almost immediately. Such a wit as hers should not be confined, Caryl decided, posing as what she thought was the pose of a genius. (Which actually somewhat resembled the statue known as the thinking man. What do ya know?)
Giggling insanely (and somewhat cutely), she possessed a bucket that had been put next to the refridgerator to clean up spills and rushed it up into the sink. Filling it with water, she whisked it into the main room and coated everything with water. As the temperature fell even further, the wet surfaces turned slick with ice, glistening darkly from light streaming from the windows.
Surveying her handiwork, Caryl nodded, satisfied. That'd teach them not to leave her alone.
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Posted: Thu Feb 09, 2006 3:37 pm
::RP-chan?? Number Two!::
Risk, being her usual optimistic self, sang and danced merrily in the hallway outside her apartment.
Or maybe that was just the result of one too many pixie sticks while shopping at the mall. Highs caused by the consumption of too much sugar are dangerously prone to causing hyperactivity. Parents, please confiscate all stores of candy and other sugary objects and send them to your local representative of P.A.H.C. (People Against Hyperactive Children).
Wondering why she was doing an infomercial in her head, Risk shrugged it off. Maybe she had a career in television advertising? Grinning widely, she threw the door to her apartment wide open, and jumped inside with a flourish.
Promptly, she skidded on the floor, slipped, and went sliding straight into the bathroom, where she crashed into the toilet.
Once the little swirlies left the pupils of her eyes, Risk attempted to regain her footing. "Attempted" being the key word, as she managed to fall at least ten more times in the process, before deciding to just stay down.
Caryl watched the teenage girl with a certain satisfaction. Oh, the sweet taste of victory tingled within her soul. She perked up her ears for the lovely music of cries of indignation and distress.
"Kyaaaaaaaaaaaaa! I love ice skating!" The loud voice rang out through the halls of the house as Risk finally managed to stand up on the icy floor. She had removed her shoes during Caryl's expectation of lamentation, and began to careen back and forth across the house, remarkable resembling a duck on a frozen pond in winter.
An expression of shock froze on Caryl's face for a moment, as she watched Risk, dumbstruck. Shaking herself out of it, she scowled, and retreated to some more remote part of the apartment (i.e. the hall closet). She would have to remedy her plans of revenge, oh yes...
Once the idiot outside stopped screaming and let her think.
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