Crystal'ed
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Thread Topic: Crystal'ed
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(It was hard for me in the beginning, but I got used to longer posts after a while.)
Lucy groaned lightly, feeling a few wet splats on her back. Spit balls. Greeeeeaaaaat. She spun around, looking into the face of one of her least favorite people. Joan Berstach. You son of a b----. she thought. A low growl escaped her throat, and she kicked him swiftly in the side of the face. Hm, maybe a tooth even fell out? She didn't know, but she marched off before she killed him. In fact, she's sent a person to the hospital before. Almost everyone leaves her alone now, but before she became a martial arts master, she was constantly beat up. She was just returning the favor, a problem? She turned her music up. She currently listened to This Is Halloween but the Marlin Manson version. -
duke started to pull up to the school, sloppily parallel parking his car onto the curb where cars usually park. he hopped out and looked around. most kids were leaving breakfast and going to their classes. "great, i didnt miss much yet... or... did i? i dunno... doesnt matter." closing the door behind him, he walked his way to class, glancing around to see if anyone was talking about him. of course, no body was. most had come to know not to talk smack about him unless they wanted a couple of screws knocked loose. as he entered his class room, he noticed a girl wandering around. he looked over to her and called down the hallway with his irish accent; "ey girly! ya lost? if ya want, i could show ya where you need t'be!" he hiccuped a slight burp and remembered how much of a headache he still had. jesus Criost, i ga a thosu ag ol nios lu... cosuil go mbainfidh a tharlaionn riamh.
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sylvia looked inside the door one last time and blew a kiss in her b----es direction, closing the door behind her and locking it afterwards. "now then, off to this boring ass meeting..." sylvia sighed in sadness before lazily walking to the room where the meeting was talking place. ugh... das nervt. Alles was ich tun wollen ist necken meine entzckende kleine Sexsklavin in Frieden, aber nein. ich muss diese dumb--- Sitzungen teilnehmen. na ja, ich nehme an, auch der grobe Hitler mit solchen Studien beschftigen und als er in der Regel immer noch. und so muss ich es auf mich nehme, solche Kleinigkeiten auch, alle nazis zu ertragen, im Namen von Deutschland, und weitere mehr! as sylvia finishes her thoughts, she snaps back to reality and noticed shes in front of the door to the meeting room. she takes a deep breath and puts on her poker face, and thinks, lets get this over with., before opening the door and walking in. "alright maggots, whats happening so far?" she commands, looking around at those already present. -
translations:
translation 1 (duke): jesus christ, i need to start drinking less... like that'll ever happen.
translation 2 (sylvia): ugh... this sucks. all i wish to do is tease my adorable little sex slave in peace, but no. i have to attend these dumb--- meetings. oh well, i suppose even the great hitler had to deal with such trials as well when he was still in rule. and so, i shall take it upon myself to endure such trivial matters as well, in the name of germany, and, further more, all nazis!
there you go. ^-^) -
DARK
I SWEAR
RESPOND ALREADY) -
(It's what I thought, my turn. Sorry guys, I was on a trip from the fourth to the eighth and I didn't check until today. I'll respond ASAP.
Also, Kat. I asked for roleplayers who could form MORE THAN ONE SENTENCE. If you think that you don't need detail and can get away with little things, I recommend you exit. I know it's hard to form perfect responses but I don't appreciate you openly asking why I asked for that.
and another question
Who is Duke yelling at? Jayne? ovo) -
ah, no. clona. .3. you can make it jane if ya want though. i just wanted to start up some character interaction.)
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(No, I'm just making sure it was/wasn't my character. I'll respond either later tonight or tomorrow, thank you for clearing that up.)
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(Oh OMG I now have an idea thank you absol)
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I would gladly leave, this rp is crap.)
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@katqueen45 no, correction. your posts were crap. and please do leave. it would, for one, make it to where we have to wait less longer for you to make a post (which wouldn't even make up for the amount of time we would have to wait) and we wouldn't have to deal with your s---. your character was basically boring had nothing particularly interesting about her. so, and i think (and hope) i speak for all of us others in this soap/role play, please do leave.)
@funniebunnie01 no problem, bro.) -
(Holy Shurima
I would say how crap your roleplays are but I'm not in the mood to. Have fun RolePlaying in a false manner, dear. This was intended to build you, and you're the one who made it a bad experience. Not us.
Anyway. I'll type my response as soon as I get home. Thank you for waiting, everyone.) -
we clap in thanks to the gods who have blessed us the removal of the dimwitted dips--- named katqueen45.) -
(Ahh, so beautiful.
New posting order:
Me > Anri > Funnie > Otaku > Absol)
Jayne wandered the building aimlessly, her eyes glancing around at the halls. They looked the same, though crime, dust, and dirt was clinging to every item in the building. It had gone for so many years without being cleaned. Every building was like that, though. Not a single building was clean, apart from the evil wizards' home base. She found herself wondering why they hadn't been so kind as to clean up a bit. Or why they had crystallized everyone in the first place, slaughtered a bunch of people, and pretty much took over the world. She looked to her feet, twirling a piece of her hair. When she was young, and she heard stories about superheros, she thought that was what they were supposed to be like. Heroes of the world. But the ones at the top, the ones who had magic, they weren't heroes. They were evil. They were anything but helpful. They were anything but human. They were monsters, and she was afraid of them. Jayne wished that they would change, that someone could do something. But all resistance was met with death. They never turned an eye back to the humans, who were just like them but not as strong. A chocked laugh escaped her throat. If the schools were allowed to say their mind about the Magic Council, she would have a lengthy hate speech. And broken dream one, too.
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Abel stood patiently with the others as names were called. He, too, would be getting a partner. The idea that it could be anyone of any age apart from his own scared him a bit. He had only ever trained with his older brother before, and he didn't know how strong others would be. Each one had their own ability. Some had the same, some had extraordinary powers. The little boy recalled seeing some people who were mainly fire mages- he liked it when they breathed it out of their mouths. So enchanting, really! Or when they had super strength and could rip off a wall to smack their opponent down. He grinned, lost in thought. They were just like superheroes. Real ones. And he was one of them. If only he had a cool ability, though--
"Abel Zamora and Silvia Holderbaum! You are our tenth match for the day. Please go to room thirteen and be sure to introduce yourselves!" His thoughts were broken into when the instructor spoke. The younger blinked dully, looking around. Who exactly was Silvia? Her last name sounded.. Oddly familiar, but was it in a bad way? Abel wasn't so keen on finding out.
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Hendrix had long since forgotten how to properly train with anyone apart from his brother. The two were almost always together, and so he never had to wait for him or go look for him. He was already halfway to the training room when he stopped himself. There were rules that they had to introduce themselves and walk to the room together. f---. He whipped around, angrily stalking back towards the room full of people. He hated these stupid rules and these stupid people. He hoped his partner wasn't as dull. -
Sophie tried hard, really hard to pay attention, but really she didn't want to. Which was odd for her, but her information was what she wanted to really pay attention to, but that would wait. She tapped her pencil impatiently against her desk, causing most of her class mates to be on the brink of screaming at her, but she didn't notice. She glared at the clock, wishing she had some way of making it go faster.
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