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Fist of the Bro Star Captain
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 Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 4:57 pm
Please refer [ here ] for dorm description.
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Posted: Sun Feb 10, 2013 8:41 pm
Aaron Travels ||Level One||Devil's Rhapsody||Ki Reserve: 350|| Aaron unlocked the door, and dropped his knapsack beside one of the beds. It's bigger than I expected. And so...empty. Alone? I guess I'm alone, then. He walked around, knocking on the walls lightly, as though testing their integrity. He looked at the television, and decided against turning it on. What a weird place. I guess I should...I dunno. I didn't see anyone on my way in. Guess I should go find someone? Aaron grabbed his key, and slipped it on the chain around his neck. He flicked off the overhead light before leaving the room and locking it behind him.
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Posted: Mon Feb 11, 2013 5:59 am
Aaron Travels ||Level One||Devil's Rhapsody||Ki Reserve: 350|| As he stepped out, Aaron's foot connected with a small box. What the--? Irritated, Aaron unlocked the door again, slid the box inside, then shut and relocked the door. Food. That's what I want. Surely there's some sort of mess around here?
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 8:17 am
Aaron Travels ||Level One||Devil's Rhapsody||Ki Reserve: 350|| Aaron went back to his room, thoughts pounding in his head. He rummaged through the kitchenette to find something to eat. As he ate, he looked at that letter he had received again, hoping that he could find the secret behind all of this Gene-X business. Blah Blah Main style blah blah tests None of this made any sense to Aaron. He went over to pick up that box from earlier. Ripping it over, he found a syringe with some sort of glowing liquid. This must be it. That letter had said this would give me power. But, is that what I want? Power? I'm sure that the others here will have it, though....I will need to be able to hold my own, right? Aaron searched the dorm for some sort of antiseptic. He would some alcohol wipes in one of the cabinets. He pulled one of the curtain ties from the curtains and wrapped it around his arm, using his teeth to pull it tight. He used to wipe to clean a little spot on the inside of his elbow. Aaron popped the cap on the syringe, and pressed the needle to his skin. Here goes. The needle penetrated with the slightest amount of pressure. It didn't hurt--never did--but it still felt weird to see something so foreign enter his body in that manner. As he pushed the plunger down, he felt the most peculiar rush of energy--like an adrenaline shot. Aaron removed the needle and tossed it back in the box. As he pulled the curtain tie from his arm, though, he was hit with the strongest nausea he'd ever experienced. He ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet. His vision grew blurry, then, and he passed out on the bathroom floor.
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Posted: Tue Feb 12, 2013 7:57 pm
Aaron Travels ||Level One||Devil's Rhapsody||Ki Reserve: 350|| Aaron came-to to the sound of someone shouting at him. "Dude. Dude! Wake up! are you okay?" Aaron blinked his eyes open, and looked up. He was still on the floor of the bathroom. In the doorway there was another student. He had red, spiked hair, and dozens of facial piercings. His clothes were ragged and torn, but purposeful. Strapped to his back was a beautiful red fender guitar. "Oh, uh, sorry. I didn't mean to, uh...Hi. I'm Aaron." Aaron got to his feet, and extended a hand to the stranger. "Sup. You should learn to hold your likker better, man. Name's Hot Shot. Guess we're sharin' a room."There was something wrong about this guy. Whenever Aaron looked at him, his eyes hurt a bit, as though he couldn't focus on Hot Shot correctly. Hot shot jumped onto a bed, and started strumming on his guitar. The notes seemed to be out of sync with Hot Shot's movements, as though the music came from a place totally separate than the Fender. It made Aaron want to play. He hadn't picked up an instrument in years, and even that was a flute. He walked over to the busted acoustic that he grabbed from the weapon shop. Why did I even grab this, anyway? Wordlessly, Aaron sat beside Hot Shot and began to mimic his strumming. As he did, the music grew louder, and more in sync with what Aaron saw. He could feel it, too, coursing through his blood. It made his bones tremble and ache, but still he kept playing and playing. He had, for a second, been hungry, but now the only hunger he had was for the sound of plucking strings. And so he played and played, deep into the night. His fingers would start to bleed, but still he sat there next to Hot Shot and played the same few chords over and over and over again until--perfected--they moved to the next sequence. And that was how Aaron spent his night.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 5:43 am
Aaron Travels ||Level One||Devil's Rhapsody||Ki Reserve: 350|| Aaron awoke the next morning without any recollection of having fallen asleep. his hands were wrapped in bandages, and he could see spots of red from where they had bled. Unwilling to get out of bed, he rolled over to his side and came face-to-face with Hot Shot. "Morning sleepy head. I forgot to mention that I like to cuddle" Hot Shot winked at Aaron. "Ahhhh!" Aaron rolled out of the bed, taking covers with him. Hot Shot was naked. Aaron had just slept with a naked guy. "I think I'm going to be sick. . .""Oh come on! Embrace it!"He stood up, proud of his ******** dude, cover up! I'm going to shower!" Aaron threw a pillow at Hot Shot, who was almost in hysterics. As Aaron let the warm water pour over him, he tried to think about the previous night. All I can remember is music. Just the sounds. The vibration. Tempo, chords, the works. What in the hell is happening to me? Blood washed from his hands into the drain, and he watched as it spiraled into the darkness. Then he heard the sound of the door open and close, the toilet lid open, and peeing. "DUDE! BOUNDARIES!" This is gonna be a long week, isn't it? Aaron sighed deeply as he turned off the water and waited for Hot Shot to leave the bathroom.
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Posted: Wed Feb 13, 2013 9:18 pm
Aaron Travels ||Level One||Devil's Rhapsody||Ki Reserve: 350|| After visiting the classroom, Aaron ran back by the dorm to grab his plastic knife. Better than nothing, at least."Grab your guitar, too. If we get lost, you can use it for kindling." Hot Shot seemed bitter still about the Aaron's comment about feeding him to the forest critters. Aaron shrugged, grabbed the guitar, and the pair left for the Jungle.
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 11:26 am
KEKKYUKEKKYUɅ z é m αKEK{ Ѵ ч α c h є s l α v }KEKӃ í s k α▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄ ▄▄ ▄ ӨΉ MΥ GӨD! INDENT[ ιf σиℓу нє києω αвσυт тнє ωσяℓ∂ ωιтнσυт тнє вυℓℓѕнιт αи∂ тнє ℓιєѕ!! ]INDTHeY CouLD HaVe SaVeD HiM!INDTHeY CouLD HaVe SaVeD HiM! THEY COULD HAVE SAVED MEв υ тxxι η ѕ т є α ∂xxι ' мxxн є я єxx∂ я σ ω η ι η gxxι ηxxм уxxσ ω ηxxƒ υ ¢ к ι η gxxм ι η ∂!!!
INDENTTHE TAINTED CLOCK IS COUNTING DOWN
And I'll be D A M N E D if you're the D E A T H of M E ! ! !XXXXXXXXXXXXX Fumbling with the heinous keys he opened the door only to feel a box. . .two in fact. He examined both but one was out for him. . .so he decided to take it. ’Ooh~ I get presents too?’ Kitty thought as he decided to open it. His excited countenance shifted to a straight poker face.’Kitty. . .I don’t think you should take that. . .what if they want to kill you?” He only frowned looking at the syringe of whatever the hell it was but it was glowing. . .he was of course tempted to throw it away, but there was something about this syringe that made him set his backpack down beside him and hunt through it for a moment but he stopped. He wasn't gonna read s**t else about this syringe; instead he was just going to take it like a senseless idiot. ’Is it heroin?! YOU SHOULD TEST IT ON THAT PUNKASS KID!’ Remi suggested but that was also ignored. 'If you die you kill us too! STAHP!' Remi shouted to be ignored yet again as Kitty clearly wasn't paying attention to the madman”Watch this be a hot dose.” he stated stabbing himself in the arm with it, His face was pretty plain; but as he slowly injected the . . .whatever the ******** it was. His eyes lowered in distaste. ”Well, I ain’t dead.” he stated flatly hunting through his bag to find a bandanna. Only to tie the object around the injection site. . .oh but he was going to be sicker than all hell soon enough. He only leaned back in the chair and sighed, only to be continually bothered by Remi about what was to happen since he took whatever was in the syringe, 'What the hell is wrong with you?! Kitty sighed with a roll of the eyes. 'You aren't one to talk." he snapped back as he lounged about.
Location :: Dorm Room (in a chair) | With :: Suiren and Remi | Mood :: irritated | Background Music :: Matryoshka | Threads :: As pictured
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Posted: Wed Mar 06, 2013 2:49 pm
A huge makeover crew suddenly appears! Before you can even blink, they remodel your dorm and retreat to wherever they came from!
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Posted: Thu Mar 07, 2013 9:57 am
KEKKYUKEKKYUɅ z é m αKEK{ Ѵ ч α c h є s l α v }KEKӃ í s k α▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄ ▄▄ ▄ ӨΉ MΥ GӨD! INDENT[ ιf σиℓу нє києω αвσυт тнє ωσяℓ∂ ωιтнσυт тнє вυℓℓѕнιт αи∂ тнє ℓιєѕ!! ]INDTHeY CouLD HaVe SaVeD HiM!INDTHeY CouLD HaVe SaVeD HiM! THEY COULD HAVE SAVED MEв υ тxxι η ѕ т є α ∂xxι ' мxxн є я єxx∂ я σ ω η ι η gxxι ηxxм уxxσ ω ηxxƒ υ ¢ к ι η gxxм ι η ∂!!!
INDENTTHE TAINTED CLOCK IS COUNTING DOWN
And I'll be D A M N E D if you're the D E A T H of M E ! ! !XXXXXXXXXXXXX Kitty was far too busy groaning, his smoldering face pressed against window in an attempt to cool down. He failed to even pay attention to the meth addict speed of the team that came in and remodeled the room. He stood up and stumbled backwards now terrified at this new found lack of space, eating the floor and only groaning louder. He refused to vomit. . .HE WASN’T DOIN IT. His palms were placed flat on the floor as he attempted to pull himself up, but no instead he had to use the table as a prop. ’What’s goin on!’ Remi asked, for some reason carrying Suiren around on his back. ’I gotta do it.’ he thought taking off running to anything that held and semblance to a toilet.
His head was pretty far in to avoid any splashback, now that would have been embarrassing. It was nothing but dry heaves for about five minutes. . .before he summoned forth a gout of water from his maw, tendrils of saliva still attached to the corners of his mouth and stretching forth from such a feat, their destination. . .The toilet. The male failed to eat in quite a while. . .this probably making his condition worse. . .or explaining all the water he had earlier. Now he REALLY believed he just took a hot dose, his relatively slender fingers clenching the porcelain pot. His only summoned forth yet another gout, this time around it holding a bitter taste in his mouth; clearly stomach bile. The contents of the toilet were now similar to a stain glass window, lawn green bile, saliva and water swirling together. ’Azé you’re nasty!’ Azema only reached up to flush the toilet; Pushing himself up to lean against the wall. His eyes were moving about in a flurry; searching for something to cool him down. He noticed the shower and just stripped; not caring about anyone who could possibly walk in; because he needed cold water or something.
The shower started and he winced a bit, this cheap arse shower was stabbing his skin like ice coated daggers; it now holding the sensitivity of a pregnant woman’s breasts. His fingers clenched to desperately at the walls a sound of pure pain coming from the male. The spattering rhythmic pattern that hit the floor of the shower caused, the noise only fueled his anger as he snarled a bit, his hearing was nothing but static for a good amount of time. Let alone the fact he took the stuff like an idiot and didn’t even think about it. He clenched his teeth and sucked in his breath, releasing a muted scream; his back becoming red from this new sensitivity throughout his whole body.
The buck a** naked male stumbled out, snatching up a towel that was close to him. Soon enough he was in nothing but a pair of pajama pants that declared ‘BATMAN’ down the left leg. He collapsed on a bed; his current state being similar to a food coma. . . His irregular breathing pattern being a main concern of Suiren. ’Kitty. . .Kitty are you okay?’ Azéma narrowed his eyes in distaste but that couldn’t be seen from his face down immobile position. ”Suiren shuttttt uppppp!” he groaned loudly, the male covered in a blanket of cold sweat.
Location :: On Bed | With :: Suiren and Remi | Mood :: AWFUL | Background Music :: Dazed & Confused (SKisM's Baroque Out Remix) | Threads :: batman pants
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Posted: Sun Mar 10, 2013 8:11 pm
 ▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ＯＡＫＬＥＹ. ✖ . ＥＰＳＩＬＯＮ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂{{ I run and run a thσusαnd miles . . .
crawling-hornet crawling-hornet and I am barely вrєαthíng !
crawling-hornet crawling-hornetcrawlinghornet crawlinghornetOnly the fuel of a ραѕѕισηє∂ нєαят
crawling-hornet crawling-hornetcrawlinghornetcrawlinghornetcrawlinghornetc crawlinghornetkeeps this body ѕтяσηg and moving ƒσяωαя∂ ⇉ }} ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ When Oakley heard the words “Sup, b*tch” he hardly dared to turn around to see who had just spoken to him. It was that creepy dude from earlier—the one with eyes colder than ice cubes and the kind of grin only serial killers wore. And he wanted to be ROOMIES? WHAT?! “Whoa, whoa, whoa now,” Oakley stammered, lurching hastily to his feet. “Man—Kitty—whatever your name is—are you sure that’s such a hot plan?” Evidently, this Kitty person (seriously? What a nickname) only wanted to room with Oakley because he doubted Oakley’s ability to murder him. The problem was . . . how could Oakley be sure Kitty wouldn’t stab HIM in his sleep?!
As Kitty proffered a hand to shake, the green-eyed guy stared down at it in shock. Oakley expected there to be a hypodermic needle or at least a thumb tack embedded in Kitty’s palm—but when the black-haired stranger forcibly captured his hand Oakley found this was not the case. Kitty was not in fact trying to give him a puncture wound; however, the ungodly strength of the creep’s grip had Oakley’s metacarpals practically fracturing. “Um. N-nice to meet you?” Ow, ow, owww . . .
The sweet-tempered landlady quietly tossed the boys their room keys: room 204. Awesome. Less than willing to follow Kitty to their new bachelor pad, Oakley slunk off to see if there was any food to stuff in his stress-shrunken stomach. After unsuccessfully foraging at least half the entire campus, the poor dude shuffled back to find his dorm room. A small package waiting on the doorstep. With his name on it. Oakley gasped. A present? For him? NO WAY. Oakley never got gifts—ever. Valiantly suppressing the urge to squeal like a schoolgirl, Oakley snatched the small box, unlocked the door—
Just to see his new “buddy” Kitty sprawled on the nearest bed, sweating like a whore in church. Oakley cleared his throat. “Er . . . Kitty?” The green-eyed guy waited a few seconds for a response before carefully selecting a bed on the other side of the room. He sat down tentatively (he had a real BED! All to himself! HOLY CRAP!) and ripped the paper off the package with all the gusto of a kid at Christmas. A syringe glittered in his lap. The liquid within gave off an eerie glow.
Huh. This wasn’t exactly a toy train . . .
A tiny note was folded neatly in the wrapping; Oakley had nearly destroyed it as he shredded his gift’s skin. “All right . . . ‘find a vein in your arm and’ . . . wait, I’m supposed to inject this into MYSELF?! Isn’t there a doctor or something? What if I . . .” Oakley glanced dubiously at the soft valley of his elbow, where a happy blue vein made a smile shape under his skin. Oh dear god. Biting his lower lip like a champ, Oakley stabbed the needle in an pushed the glowing stuff into his bloodstream. It hurt, but not any more than getting a regular shot. Only, his arm kinda tingled—
And with that thought, Oakley promptly fell the f*ck asleep.▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂
{style} CARBON DEATH
{sub-style} MIXED MARTIAL ARTS
{special talent} PARKOUR
{thoughts} Wet and miserable . . .
{theme song} At Dawn We Rage – “Over It”{{ The time to ѕтαят is now (and I can show you how!) ѕтαят with me and the ωσяℓ∂ will be even вєttєr than ever вєfσrє!
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Posted: Tue Mar 12, 2013 11:12 pm
KEKKYUKEKKYUɅ z é m αKEK{ Ѵ ч α c h є s l α v }KEKӃ í s k α▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄▄ ▄▄▄ ▄▄ ▄ ӨΉ MΥ GӨD! INDENT[ ιf σиℓу нє києω αвσυт тнє ωσяℓ∂ ωιтнσυт тнє вυℓℓѕнιт αи∂ тнє ℓιєѕ!! ]INDTHeY CouLD HaVe SaVeD HiM!INDTHeY CouLD HaVe SaVeD HiM! THEY COULD HAVE SAVED MEв υ тxxι η ѕ т є α ∂xxι ' мxxн є я єxx∂ я σ ω η ι η gxxι ηxxм уxxσ ω ηxxƒ υ ¢ к ι η gxxм ι η ∂!!!
INDENTTHE TAINTED CLOCK IS COUNTING DOWN
And I'll be D A M N E D if you're the D E A T H of M E ! ! !XXXXXXXXXXXXX Before Kitty could slew any profanity. . .The male was asleep. . .OH HO HO. . .HO! he took that hot dose like a ********. The male known as Kitty finally forced himself into a slumber, tossing and turning due to his over active mind.
* * * There was Remi, tapping him on the sounder constantly as he complained. ’Let me at em~ I can kill him like that! No one would ever know~ we could just hide the body under the bed until nightfall!’ the menacing personality shouted. Kitty rose a single hand, clearly annoyed with this display of ********. ’SHUT UP!’ he shouted at him, Then the two started to tussle about in the red space. Suiren just keep her distance, as close as she could to a wall. . .whining even. ’Kitty . . . Remi, please stop it. . .’ as usual she was entirely ignored, man her voice couldn’t carry that far anyway. . . but she realized it was time for the body to get up. . .and at least go about its daily motions. . .or so she thought. * * * Azema’s behavior was entirely different, he sat up and soon enough his. . .well pathetic sounding voice started. ”Where are Kitty’s clothes. . .?” it had a such a strong feminine tone to it. . . it was obviously not him. This meek behavior was frightening to those that knew Kitty. The body started picking up his clothing, folding it neatly and putting it back into the backpack. At the same time, (s)he picked out something to wear, it was a pink shirt, with a large penguin across the front of it. With a ^-^ face on it. The pants were the same as before, and slipped on the large jacket like before. Now his hands were held up like a tyrannosaurus rex. Short and high up with limp hands, turning her head to set sights on Oakley’s sleeping form. It walked close as the two duked it out. Soon enough a male hand gently ran along Oakley’s cheek only to whisper softly. ”Wake up. . .you should get up, Mister.” He said in barely a whisper. With that the male opened the door and took off into the hallway. . .probably going towards the rooftops.
[/Exit to dorms] Location :: Out and about | With :: Suiren and Remi | Mood :: Suiren | Background Music :: PUMP IT UP | Threads :: As pictured with a penguin shirt on
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Posted: Thu Mar 14, 2013 7:40 pm
▂ ▃ ▄ ▅ＯＡＫＬＥＹ. ✖ . ＥＰＳＩＬＯＮ▅ ▄ ▃ ▂ {{ I run and run a thσusαnd miles . . .
crawling-hornet crawling-hornet and I am barely вrєαthíng !
crawling-hornet crawling-hornetcrawlinghornet crawlinghornetOnly the fuel of a ραѕѕισηє∂ нєαят
crawling-hornet crawling-hornetcrawlinghornetcrawlinghornetcrawlinghornetc crawlinghornetkeeps this body ѕтяσηg and moving ƒσяωαя∂ ⇉ }} ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ The only noticeable difference between Oakley and a dead body was the faint whistling noise that tweeted quietly from his nose with every subtle breath he took. That was it. The young man was disturbingly motionless—his chest barely rose and his closed eyes didn’t even roll with the telltale twitches of R.E.M. If anyone actually cared enough to ensure he was still alive, his pulse was so faint it hardly registered a blip under his cool skin. Perhaps it would have been better to describe Oakley as unconscious, rather than simply asleep.
All the while, that bizarre concoction oozed sluggish and dangerous through his bloodstream . . .
And then a voice . . .
Somewhere in the very darkest recesses of his slow-motion mind Oakley thought he heard a soft feminine voice calling out to him. He felt a touch on his face as if it had happened a thousand miles away. Hm. A face. Did he even have a face? What was a face, anyway? That was a funny word: FAAAAAYCE. Heh. As the zoned dude began thinking, he gradually became aware of his stomach lurching in laughter—and the fact that he was laughing in the first place. The sea of darkness that had slammed into his skull like a falling refrigerator spilled away. HE HAD A BODY AGAIN! WHERE DID THAT COME FROM?! As quickly as he’d fallen unconscious, Oakley jolted upright like a freaking reanimated corpse, bright-eyed and bushy-tailed and filled with UNGODLY JOY.
Oakley completely forgot what an inside voice was as he stared—enraptured—at his dorm room. A blind man given the gift of sight could not have been happier. “GOOD MORNING ROOM! GOOD MORNING BED! MAN, THIS IS A COMFORTABLE BED. THIS IS THE BEST BED EVER. HOW LONG WAS I ASLEEP OH MY GOSH I FEEL SO GOSH DARN RESTED RIGHT NOW!” A grin that would have torn a normal person’s face in half stretched across the young man’s adorable puppy dog face. He started to clap his hands like a schoolgirl—and then discovered that he possessed hands. “HOLY SH*T THESE ARE GORGEOUS HANDS I HAVE! ARE THESE REALLY MINE? F*CK I SHOULD DO SH*T WITH THESE B*STARDS!”
The injection may as well have been PCP or cocaine for the electric effect it had on Oakley. He threw himself across the room and launched into Kitty’s bed, where he proceeded to jump up and down whilst attempted to fold the covers. “KITTY WILL BE SO GODDAM HAPPY I MADE HIS BED FOR HIM!!! WOW HIS BED IS NICE TOO IT’S SOFT I LIKE THAT WAIT IS THAT A WINDOW OVER THERE?” Oakley sprang nimbly off his roomie’s cot, rolled over the floor, and promptly smashed his face into the window’s cool glass. He had never seen something so gloriously crafted in his life. Glass was awesome. Giggling, Oakley rubbed his cheek against the fabulous smoothness.
“OH, MAN, I LOVE YOU WINDOW, YOU ARE PERFECT IN EVERY WAY, JUST LIKE MY F*CKING GORGEOUS HANDS.” ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂ ▂
{style} CARBON DEATH
{sub-style} MIXED MARTIAL ARTS
{special talent} PARKOUR
{thoughts} Wet and miserable . . .
{theme song} At Dawn We Rage – “Over It”{{ The time to ѕтαят is now (and I can show you how!) ѕтαят with me and the ωσяℓ∂ will be even вєttєr than ever вєfσrє!
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Posted: Wed Mar 27, 2013 5:38 am
crawling-hornet Did Oakley ever leave the room? I just wonder, in case Aaron comes back, soon. . .
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Posted: Thu Mar 28, 2013 5:42 am
Ziyiituot crawling-hornet Did Oakley ever leave the room? I just wonder, in case Aaron comes back, soon. . . Nope, not yet. I've just been busy with school so I haven't been able to post him <3
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