|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
 Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 12:51 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 12:56 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:00 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:13 pm
 |
|
|
|
"Nowadays you can't be too sentimental
Your best bet's a true baby blue Continental."
Full name: Kristof Chambers - Clark
Age: 19
Race: Human
Gender: Male
Hair color/length/style: Black/Mid-upper back/Fluffy, spiked, messy, almost always tied back, heavy side bang
Eye color: A seering red with brown flecks
Skin color: Pale tan
Markings/Facial hair: None
Height/Weight: 5'6"/Unknown
Other: Is a semi-drunken drifter who bothers everyone he comes in contact with. |3
Clothing preferences:
Fleece, flannel, long sleeved, black, orange, green, red, striped, ripped, used, rugged old stuff he finds |3
Personality: Rude, impulsive, restless, surprisingly intelligent, lazy, alcoholic, stubborn, impatient, fatherly, social, bi-polar, childish, lenient, humble, protective.
Likes: Alcohol, fluffy animals, nature, children, sleep, waffles, bacon, loud music, complaining, screaming, comedies, mysteries, dramas
Dislikes: Having his alcohol taken from him, brats, superficial people, not sleeping, too much heat, too much cold, having no meat, people who hate him because he refuses to change who he is.
Hobbies: Collecting curios and relics, annoying everyone, drinking
Significant other: None
Sexual orientation: Bisexual
Children: Cusick, Rebecca, and Veronica
Best friends: What are friends? |3
Enemies: Anyone who tries to take his beer or hurt him |3
Occupation: Though it's a surprise to almost everyone, considering how he behaves most of the time, Kristof is the chairman and head librarian to a well known library near the heart of town. He also collects curios and runs a small antique and thrift store close to where he lives.
Current plot ideas: ...
Current RPs: ...
Anything else?:
Hot funk, cool punk, even if it's old junk
It's still rock and roll to me |
 |
|
|
|
|
 |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:15 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:25 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:32 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:34 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:36 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 03, 2013 1:37 pm
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Tue Jul 09, 2013 5:09 pm
|
|
|
 |
Log 1
So yeah, there was a bar, and some guy was giving out free beer. I like beer, so I went for beer. Yeah. Anyway, the beer was bad, and I said "YOU SUCK" and got punched. Punched... Why was that word made? Like...Why can't they change it, you know? They change all the other s**t out there in the world... They should change words too. Like... Punched should be toga... And Toga could be salsa. I like salsa. It reminds me of bars.
What am I talking about? This is not right. Trees, plants, ringing dew thing... Whaaat? My house is not here. I like this place better. This dew thing keeps moving... Shut up you little hargblargh!
Bed time, think there is problem with pants. Night.
---
Hm, okay. So I got tanked last night and probably have a head injury. WONDERFUL. Mmm, anyway, I found this garden while I was drunk and I'm living in it. IT'S MINE, BITCHES. HEHEHEHEH!
Eh, oh yeah, I found this little bottle of yellow water and a voice told me to pour it on this little dew drop because it was magical. NO. I AM NOT HIGH. This thing is ringing and bouncing and being a d**k! Seriously, dew-thing, shut uppppp! You'll scramble my braaaaaaaaiiiinnnsss!
I think it likes me, though. It only rings when I'm close by and makes bad sounds when I'm far away. (Can't help it if I need to take a leak, stupid dew.) Maybe it'll become a UNICORN IN A SUIT! ... Nah, that's retarded. I want it to be a kitten, kittens are nice. If anything, it should be a CHEETAH. Fetch me a beer, Cheetah! Good cat! DON'T GNAW ON MY ARM YOU LITTLE b*****d!
Bahahaha, like I'd let it kill me. Stupid dew, you're my b***h now. |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Wed Jul 10, 2013 8:52 pm
|
|
|
|
Log 2
Maybe this dew thing isn't so stupid as I thought it was. I mean, it's a freaking drop of water that is some how yellow and ringing constantly, how smart could it be? Yeah, yeah, I know, not everything is as what it seems, but what else is it? Not sure, really. I've probably had about five, stole them from the store.
I shouldn't drink and write journals at the same time. Not good parenting! Bad Kristof!
Baaaah, anyway, back to the dew. I've given it a name, because it needed a name besides "Dipstick", "Ding dong", "Fudgebutt", and "Scuzzball", which are all names I've called it, drunk or no drunk. His name is Cusick and he's an annoying little b*****d, but I'm going to keep him. Why is it a he? Meh, who cares. If it's a girl, screw it, if it's a boy, screw it, if it has issues, screw it! Whatever it is, screw it!
...Yeah, not like that. No, no dirty thoughts. It's a drop of water, an annoying drop of water.
I really need to piss. Gotta find a tree that isn't filled with ringing dew drops, I could be blinding the youth of tomorrow... Not that I really care that much. They'll figure it out one day, what a ding-a-ling looks like... Yeeeaaahhh...
Shits, giggles, and fermented squirrels,
Kristof |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
Posted: Thu Jul 18, 2013 10:49 pm
|
|
|
|
Log 3
It was dawn at Kristof's camp site where he had taken roost while watching over his new charge. The dew in question had seemingly evaporated the night before, leaving Kristof both disheartened and angry as he drifted off the sleep. But as the sunlight crept through the tree tops, a pair of dark skinned feet padded carefully around the camp site. A butt naked Cusick had finally emerged from his dew, only to find himself permanently blind from the start, it was saddening but he knew that he could make do.
Instincts told him that it was morning, and thus his guardian should be awake with him, but the raw stench of alcohol filled his nostrils before he could discern where his guardian lay among the foliage around him. He froze, gagged, and stumbled over what felt like a large log, only to have his shoulders nabbed upon rising up again.
"Daddy, is that you?" He asked, his long, spotted tail swishing back and forth."You are Cusick...?" Kirstof murmured, his tone shifting between that of a question and a statement."Mhm!" Cusick chirped, wiggling around in order to properly nuzzle into his caretaker's shoulder. "I can't see you, but I know it's you, Daddy!"Kristof yawned, nodded, and flopped over onto his side, dragging his son down with him. He curled into a ball and gave Cusick a soft kiss on the forehead. "Welcome home, Cusi..." He mumbled.Cusick snuggled further into his father's embrace before pausing. "I... I need clothes..." He said. "Daddy... Clothes...?""Later midget, later..." Kristof replied. "Daddy's not home yet..."((General reference)) |
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
|
