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Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Re Brand New Day A Horrible RP SevenxWineandine Buck wanted to be put off by Billy's reaction. Obviously the guy was crazy - he kept floundering around, kept getting flustered by something. 'Maybe he's just got social anxiety,' he thought, and tried to be annoyed by it instead he was just amused. Sure, he felt a little bad for the guy, but there was something incredibly sweet about it, so instead of rolling his eyes, Buck just grinned a little bit, looking sympathetically at Billy. This was a good feeling. He was making friends. Or, well, friend, singular, but that was still better than he was doing half an hour ago. You'll have to pick the place, he said with the same kind of breathless smile, like he wanted to laugh good-naturedly at Billy but was holding it back. He felt the flutterings of -something- in his stomach and squished them down. This guy was cute. Nervous, antsy.. and he couldn't afford to foster that kind of relationship with anyone, anyway. Besides, there was no way he'd be lucky enough to approach a cute guy with similar sexual preferences on his first foray out. Not that it mattered, he reminded himself. It'll be a little while before my washing is done, Buck mused with a half-apologetic smile. Um. Do you mind if I wait with you? It had been a while before he'd.. hung out with anyone, and it was admittedly a little bit difficult to think of conversational topics. Most of the time he just went to sports bars with his kind-of-friends, those acquaintances who called each other up when their girlfriends were busy, and Buck would tag along, even though he knew next to nothing about football or anything else. If not, that's alright. I'm not trying to be - ahah. I'm kind of a mess, I know. He cut himself off, then shook his head resolutely. What kind of food do you like? There. That was a safe subject.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Oh God. Buck stared as Moist's hand slid across the glass, his mouth falling open slightly in confusion at the wet trail that he left behind on the glass. What the heck had... He narrowed his eyebrows a little bit in confusion. Was he - was that some kind of disorder? A - maybe he had just fallen into a fountain or something. He kept the smile going as Moist walked in regardless. As said before, he needed to make new friends, and just because the guy was a little damp - but - Moist? This guy's name was Moist ? He shook his head to clear it, thrusting his hand out to Moist to shake. Buck, he greeted, re-introducing himself with what he hoped was a friendly smile. It had been a while since he had to actively make friends, and he was doing his best to make a good first impression. Billy was attacked by a wild packet of detergent... I had to rescue him. And then suddenly he felt like he was intruding, casting a glance between Moist and Billy almost curiously. Um, yeah. There are a lot of Jones's back home. Szerdehelyi's, too. I don't even know what nationality that is, so it's fine. Before Moist had the opportunity to shake his hand, he dropped it self consciously into his lap, pulling his phone out of his pocket to inspect the time. Uh, Billy and I are going to go grab some food after this. Do you want to come?
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Unfortunately, Moist hadn't fallen into a fountain, a pool, or even a puddle - it was a result of what Moist had deemed as a poorly-calculated medical treatment on his father's part, involving an air humidifier and a rod of plutonium. On occasion, Billy had questioned the biology of it but had ultimately decided that there were just some things that couldn't be fully explained - and Moist's hyperactive sweat gland was one of them. Buck. Moist repeated and, still smiling, he turned his head briefly to look at Billy, and though there were no words, Billy knew precisely what his friend was thinking. His name is Buck . Yeah, he gets attacked a lot. Moist said, and Billy's eyebrows did that lofting thing again, so Moist added, By inanimate objects, I mean. It's like his life is based on the Brave Little Toaster, except it's more like the Sociopathic Little Toaster. Attacking him and all. There was a brief, awkward silence, during which Billy shuffled his way over to the dryer and surreptitiously stuffed his clothes into a linen bag - there seemed to be a number of reds amidst the grey, black, and navy hoodies and t-shirts. Uh. Yeah, you know, I was going to stop off at that little deli on the corner of Lombard. Moist said, pointing vaguely south-ward, It's about ten minutes from here, we kinda know the lady that runs the place - Chewy. From behind Buck, Billy cast a warning look his way and Moist remembered that he was talking to a civilian, not a member of the E.L.E or even the Henchmen's League. It's a nickname. Moist added, Stupid nickname. She, uh, sometimes - when she laughs, she sounds like Chewbacca. And she's kind of hairy. Makes good sandwiches, though. Billy, now with his bag slung over his shoulder, mumbled Szerdehelyi is Hungarian.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

It was almost a little fascinating to watch the two of them talk, and it was a relief to know that Billy wasn't socially maladjusted or insane - just a little bit nervous, apparently. Sounds good. I mean, if you don't mind me tagging along. I'm trying not to do that intruding thing, he said, lifting a hand to wave it dismissively in the air before he heard the buzzer on his own dryer, getting up to toss his clothes in his mesh bag. Lots of white t-shirts. Blue boxers, a couple pairs of jeans - mostly just enough clothes to get him through a few days. He was vaguely unelegant about it though unelegant in this situation would apply to almost anyone doing laundry at the laundromat - he didn't fold his clothes with the patience and almost reverence that Penny used. He picked up the line of conversation when he returned, the bag hoisted over his shoulder as he grinned a little crookedly at Moist. No, I get it. I know a girl like that. She just seems to attract walls. We used to worry that she was being beat up by someone, but spend more than five minutes around her.. Buck trailed off with a shrug, briefly casting a glance down to study his feet. Well. Where did they go from here? Moist and Billy, obviously two great guys, but it just felt like there was something.. unsaid between them. The looks they kept casting each other. Uh. If you two are dating, that's cool. I mean, not that I think you - are, just because you're friends, but I mean, just because I'm from out of state, doesn't mean I'm closed minded, you know. Buck froze for a moment. Oh my God did I really just ask that. And he pressed his hand against his face.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Tagging along? Moist repeated, then offered a big, lopsided grin, No, hey, three's not actually a crowd, and if it was, I'd kinda be the one, uh, crowding. Anyways, we like a party. Billy's expression didn't indicate much enthusiasm for parties, but that seemed to be the normal state of affairs his features were currently settled into one of mild puzzlement, which was pretty standard whenever he found himself thrown into any situation that even remotely involved social skills. Moist, who knew Billy better than anyone, was aware that his friend - boss? - was doing that thing he always did around other people he was retreating into that dark little shell of his, the one that Moist had been trying to wrench him out of for a while. Sure, it was good for the whole Evil League of Evil thing, but he was pretty sure it wasn't good for Billy's brain or anything - most of the time he could barely get the guy out of the E.L.E, if not the apartment. Hermit. Crazy, wonderful, brilliant hermit. Moist didn't realize that he was looking at Billy with intense fondness until he heard Buck speak, and then he was staring at the redhead instead, eyebrows shooting up. Huh? Moist said, and Billy was off in his own little world until the implications of it all hit him and then he started out of his reverie and stared owlishly at Buck, eyes blinking like two giant blue lamplights. Uh, no, doc - I mean Billy and I, we're just - buddies. You know, friends. I mean, really, really, undeniably close friends, but still just friends. Moist said, putting an arm around Billy for emphasis, tugging him close to his side for an instant, Yep, only romance here is bro mance, you know? Am I right? Moist put out a hand to his employer to receive a bromantic fist-pound. Please let go. Billy implored. C'man. Moist said, and Billy's eyes rolled skywards before he reluctantly pounded it, and was thus released from his sweaty prison Moist moved on towards the door, apparently in an effort to leave the subject behind with the laundromat, and Billy cast a brief, sideways look at Buck. He's a little too damp, is all. Billy said mildly.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Buck grinned slightly as Moist dropped an arm around Billy and needled him into the fist bump. He was definitely feeling a vague sensation of.. well, not really jealousy. Longing, maybe. It was human nature to desire friendship like that, though, and it was what came with being who he was. He loved people, but get too close, and you risk putting them in danger. Buddies, he repeated amiably, shifting the weight of the laundry bag thrown over his shoulder. He was wiry, but seemed strong regardless, and he bounced it slightly on his back. Good thing to have in a place like LA. He chuckled under his breath as he headed for the door, nodding a little bit at Billy. Um. I'm thinking about.. joining a book club or something. Trying to branch out again. He paused, then contemplated the door with an almost wry smile. I was thinking about volunteering at a soup kitchen, but it's really not my thing, you know? It was too passive. He was all for ruling the world with love, but aggressively feeding people was something more up Penny's alley, not his. I've got, um, an interview for a school around here. I've got a teaching degree. And oh God, I'm just kind of.. rambling off my whole life to you, I'm sorry, Billy. He looked at him, eyes hoisted apologetically as he pushed the door open and nodded at him. Um. How's that deli? He talked too much. He needed to work on that.
Thread: Brand New Day: A Horrible RP (SevenxSome Drunkard)

Laundry in tow, Moist led them out into the hot, smog-filled Los Angeles air, nearly smothering in it's humidity Moist was dressed appropriately in a t-shirt and cargos, but Billy trudged alongside them in his oversized hoodie and baggy jeans, apparently unaffected by the heat. Hey, it's a big place, Moist said, Pretty diverse, too. He glanced back at them, waiting for a moment so he could fall back in step beside Billy - who he noted was currently giving Buck surreptitious looks, little glances from the corner of his eye without actually fully turning his head, clearly not wanting to be noticed doing it. Funny thing was, though, Billy never really did get noticed - sometimes even Moist lost track of him despite being especially conscientious of him, it was like he blended into the background like some sort of chameleon, dissappeared from sight. The doctor, though - people noticed him. You know, I'm sure Billy here would be willing to give you a tour - show you the city, he knows every side street and soup kitchen in L.A. I think he even volunteered at a couple. Moist said, the words slipping from him before he even thought about it to his right, Billy flinched visibly and then blue eyes slowly rolled in his direction, boring into him with an expression that he knew belonged to the Doctor, and not to the very mild-mannered Billy. Moist's grin didn't fade though, because as far as he was concerned Billy could use the socialization - he was just being mindful of his employer's mental welfare. Billy didn't have much of a chance to respond, though, because Moist was speaking again, rapidly changing the subject, Here we are, he said, gesturing broadly to Guerrero's Deli - it was a small place located down a crooked road. The deli itself was run by two workers, and the outside of the place was decorated with blooming orchids and surrounded by small glass tables and rickety-looking bamboo chairs the overall effect was of a charmingly run-down little family business, You guys get a seat, I'll go order, alright? And Moist offered them one more glistening smile - along with a glistening thumbs up - before he skipped off into the deli with a shout of Chew-ay! And, after a long silence, Billy pulled out a chair and slouched into it, apparently seeking to make himself as small as he possibly could from his vantage point in the chair and with his hoodie bunched up near his chin, he peered up at Buck Why did you move here? he asked suddenly, though not unkindly - it was simply curiosity.
Thread: dready's OCT comic

i'm trying to get into one! 3 it shouldn't be that hard. hope it's not i'll just post the links here. 3 First page !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- ... -137952608 Second page !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- ... -137952828 read the artist's comment underneath the picture to get the rest of the page, scanner cropped it out for some crap reason Last page !-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- ... -138144720 yes... i do realize that when i draw myself that i look like a girl. also the pencil got stuck in a heating vent thing at school, so the first page and a half is based off of a true story. how did i resume drawing after losing the pencil? the world may never know. OnO
Thread: Lord of Chaos

Everend was a small and quiet city, a tame suburbia in which nothing noteworthy ever happened...Until a house randomly became consumed by fire without any form of explanation. But apart from the spontaneous combustion of dwellings, it was your hum-drum one horse town. Though, it did have one of the more popular night clubs in the county... The club was known as The Fang, and was a popular hideout for those who found themselves seduced by the darker forms of music. Somewhere in the tangle of dancers was Vallios, working his body in graceful smooth motions. His partner was a slim, short girl with a pretty pale face that was usually hidden behind her long dark brown bangs. But, she was not important...Vallios would either manage to ensnare her for a night of 'fun', or she'd be quickly forgotten as Vallios found someone else to share a bed with for the night. Despite being a sociopath with no moral fiber or emotions, Vallios was quite 'social'...At least, in one aspect of the word. The town's hellion certainly got around, and did so quite frequently....So, criminally insane, and a nymphomaniac? Great mix. Really, perfect combination to be the antagonist of one of those thriller books that many young girls found themselves so enthralled with.i
Thread: Yes, Uncle. (Indie & NightStalker)

Yeah sure, see you this weekend. Sidda waved good-bye to a few of her friends and spent the next ten minutes looking for her car. She never did have a good memory, but her body seemed to get her the grades which her mind could not. Sidda was very attractive for her age, with C-cup breasts and pale, creamy skin. Her deep red hair and emerald eyes showed her Irish decent, and her high cheek bones came from a bit of Cherokee in her blood. Since it was the last day of school and, therefore, summertime, Sidda was clad in very short khaki shorts to show off her great legs and a black Beatles t-shirt, tight enough to show off her breasts. In the time it took her to find her car and get out of the parking lot, she could have walked the ten blocks home. But she did eventually pull in to the garage, noticing her parents were already gone, and her uncle was already there. Sidda's parents had decided to take a two month summer tour of Europe, leaving their only daughter with her uncle, her father's brother, for most of the summer. She rolled her eyes, disappointed at not even having a couple hours to herself. Still, she figured her uncle wouldn't be near as strict as their parents. Sidda walked into the house and plopped down on the living room couch, setting her backpack on the floor beside her legs. Determined to have a bit of TV time alone, the girl didn't call out to her uncle or announce her arrival. She just grabbed the remote and started flipping through the channels, eventually settling on 10 Things I Hate About You.
Thread: Yes, Uncle. (Indie & NightStalker)

Mark having received the phone call earlier in the week had planned his trip there to almost the minutest detail. What he had not banked on was a large traffic snarl just off the interstate turn off. A semi - trailer had rolled and 3 hours late now he glanced at his watch. Her parents would have already left and she would most likely be home. His blue eyes glanced around at the tree lines street, turning on to theirs and soon pulling up the driveway. His solidly built body moved from his truck, taking the two small overnight bags from the back of it as he ran two fingers through his jet black hair. Approaching the door he knocked on it twice and waited.
Thread: Yes, Uncle. (Indie & NightStalker)

Sidda jumped and groaned when she heard someone knocking at the door. It would be her uncle, and her time alone had come to an end. Nevertheless, she was kind of excited to see him. She hadn't gone with her parents to the family reunion the last two years, so it had been a while since she spent any time with him. She turned the TV off and went up to the door, looking through the side window to make sure it was who she thought it was. A moment later she opened the door, smiling at him. Hey! Mom and dad are already gone, but they left a nice long note for you on the counter. She hugged him briefly, still trying to keep the disappointment at having to have a babysitter out of her face.
Thread: Yes, Uncle. (Indie & NightStalker)

Mark waited and smiled into her eyes, listening to her words and returning the hug he chuckled softly as he entered and closed the door behind himself. Carrying his bags to the hallway entrance he set them down and took the note, reading it he smirked slightly, rolled it up and threw it into the bin. You can watch tv for the night. I will be using the spare room during my stay.
Thread: Yes, Uncle. (Indie & NightStalker)

Sidda nodded and figured he already knew where the room was from his last stay. Alright, sounds good to me! Her parents had always been way too strict about things that didn't involve studying or homework, giving her only an hour every school night for TV. I'm not much of a cook, but if it's alright with you I can get us a free pizza around eight. My friend's dad owns the pizza place down the road and she said she would bring one by if I wanted. She had followed him into the kitchen as she spoke and was now searching the fridge for any sort of soda. Settling on a Coke, she poured its contents into a glass and headed back into the living room.
Thread: Yes, Uncle. (Indie & NightStalker)

Mark chuckled softly and watched her head back to the lounge, her parents could be strict but he was not going to be unless needed. Taking a few sips of some water he placed the bottle inside his one bag and picking up both spoke before departing up the hallway. Pizza sounds fine with me. Enjoy the television.
Thread: I DECLARE...

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Thread: I DECLARE...

but only if you post your IM info in my topic. TOPIC WARZ 3 burny
Thread: I DECLARE...

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Thread: Devils_girl with werewolf in = Night with a ghost

Sabastian sighed and shifted on the mattress that was brought into the house a couple weeks agaon, he laed back on it and adjusted his glasses, pushing them up. He looked up at the ceiling, lauging some. Oh man...I have to try NOT to scare them...I want them to stay...there daughter is hot... It was true what he said, she was. He laughed some remembering her face, if he didn't know any better, he would say she saw him when she walked in the house. He sat up and walked to the window, no one there, he whined and walked to the closet, opening and closing it, opening and closing it with boredum. Oh my god this is so boring! His head it the wall, going through it, he sighed, If she did see me...I have to be careful of when I spy on her...I hope at least she doesn't when I spy on her when she is in the shower...heh heh heh... HE laugehd at the thought in his head as he started to shake a lil, I wish I could feel heat... He saw his pale cold transparent hands, and curled them, turning solid, ... He sighed, in this form he looked completely humen, as if he was alive, and he could feel heat...but it was cold in the house. Suddenly he heard a car, and ran to the window, again invisible, looking out it and seeing a black SUV drive down the street, Is it them?
Thread: Teachers Slave - (Dawn Dearest & Dornkirk)

!-- m --a classpostlink relnofollow href m -- ... 633lo.jpg ---------------------- Marcus sat at his desk in front of the class, his eyes flicked aback and forward between the two papers in his hands. It did not take a genius to figure out that they were both exactly the same, word for word. The only variation was in the penmanship, Kellys paper was filled in with neat flowing letters where as Brookes looked like she had written it in five minutes. Glancing up he cast his eyes over both the girls, One of them had cheated and instinctively Marcus knew which one. Hell you just needed to look at them to know, Kelly was the epitome of a straight A student, right down to those hideous glasses. Brooke on the other hand looked nothing like one, with her multi-coloured hair and complete disregard for the schools uniform policy. No there was no doubting which of the two girls had cheated. Placing the two papers aside he continued to mark the rest as he waited for the class to end. The class erupted in to a chorus of noise as the bell rang to mark the end of the period, And as usual everyone surged for the door. Marcus looked up and watched as Brooke made her way towards the door, he waited until she was just about to cross the threshold before calling out Brooke, I would like a word with you concerning you paper
Thread: Teachers Slave - (Dawn Dearest & Dornkirk)

------------------------------------------------ Brooke froze, Oh no.... she thought she bit her bottom lip and turned around walking over to his desk, standing in front of his desk, she stared at her teacher. She shook softly, she knew she had been caught. She had tried her hardest to not get caught, and now....it looked like she had. Clasping her hands behind her back, she wiped the look of fear from her face and replaced it with defiance. Yes sir? she asked standing there. She knew what he wanted. But she wasn't about to admit it, it was the last thing she'd do. She watched the rest of the students leave, and heard a few snicker at her. She made a face at them, then looked back at her teacher. She may not fit the regular appearance of the students at this school, but she liked having her own look. It set her out from everyone else.
Thread: Teachers Slave - (Dawn Dearest & Dornkirk)

Marcus sat back in his chair swinging idly as he waited for the remaining students to file out of the classroom, he glanced up at Brooke and witnessed the transformation from frightened rabbit to stubbornly defiant. I think you know what I want He said as the placed the two papers out on the edge of the desk in front for her to see I thought you would have at least been smart enough to change a few of the words, you know make it less obvious that you had copied Kellys paper.
Thread: Teachers Slave - (Dawn Dearest & Dornkirk)

Brooke Shane stood there a bit angry with herself for not thinking of that. How could she have forgotten that small detail? Her eyes narrowed down at the papers. Slowly she looked up and at Marcus. I apologize Mr. Dixon. She wasn't sorry she had cheated. She was sorry she had been caught, she stared at him never blinking or looking away from him. Her narrowed eyes relaxed to make it look like she wasn't glaring. Okay...so she'd been caught...what was he going to do give her a detention?