This was a triumph. I'm making a note here: HUGE SUCCESS. It's hard to overstate my satisfaction. So I'm GLaD. I got burned. Think of all the things we learned for the people who are [I'm doing Science and I'm still alive.] (Do want. In.)
YOUR MOTHER'S TASTES HAVE GOTTEN TO YOU! ;x I'm older then her.
Hello Fuuka~ We haven't spoken. Ever. And the first thing I'd like to tell you is that you have three days to post a profile in the Summer of...
>> I was going based on memory there. My bad. WHO ELSE FAMOUS DO YOU LIKE!?
Ouuu murder mystery. As long as it gets everyone involved. I'm down.
You've caught me doing worse things.
@Tummer: I loved your character's "I am a hunter" attitude. And kidnapping the one you hated was brilliant. But towards the ending you began to slack but you made up for it in the actual finale. I take pride and watching you come this far. Thanks for giving us a bunch of good material to read. @Marushi: You were great in this challenge. Remembering to take the cuffs. Taunting Tummer's character. And you stayed in character throughout. Congratulations on coming thus far. It means you've been doing well and that is the truth. I wish you the best in your Role Playing success. @Bushy: You've won two challenges and was highly praised for your skill. Now you go toe to toe with your number one contender. Chesterfield. This piece you've written was truly fictional scarytown. The place where the boogeyman fears to tread. Great job on being demented(loved it). @Chesty: I did kind of want to see what Heather would do in this situation. I got so wrapped up in you and Bushy's post that by the end of it all I thought it was a book and I was rooting for your character's words to be true. Such twists and turns from him and you. I can't wait to see what you'll do in the end. Well done Chesterfield. Well done.
o A terrible sight, We're scared tonight. Dying in a winter wonderland... Jensen. Jensen. He could hear the name being said outside his door. And he didn't know what to make of it. Of course he worried about his best friend and Jess more then he worried about the rest of them. So he was almost to the door when he heard the detective's deductive reasoning. His heart beat wouldn't be heard by his ears. He was suddenly cold his heart in general felt wrong. All wrong. He brushed past Jess as he entered the corridor and glanced up and down for anys sign of the face he'd seen since they were freshman kids. The nosense the dectective was spouting couldn't be true. Not for the goofy guy. Not for the man who was secretly kind and caring under that party hard exterior. Jake saw that each door was open except for nearly one. And that was the one he rushed too. His chest was heaving even though the distance to the door was short. He shook his head for there was something dripping from his eyes as he entered he room, which made him feel colder upon stepping onto the balcony. "JENSEN! JENSEN! NO! ..NO! NOOOO!" It was a roar that turned into an anguished cry. This was his brother, his confidant and confider. His wingman when he was being a wingman. "Not you man..it can't be you.." He traversed the bloodied ground finally and dropped to his knees without a care. His left hand shakily reached out to touch the still face of him. Jensen looked like he was just sleeping in again. Jake couldn't do it. He couldn't touch him, he wasn't ready. His hand recoiled to his face and he just cried. And cried. And cried.
>>" That's all I got, Kitten.
Well, Ms. Brown. It's an imperfect world, but it's the only one we got. I guarantee you the day weapons are no longer needed to keep the peace,...
Really? How did you solve the icing problem?
"What ever we do. We need to do it now." Jake winked at the youngest girl on the bus. Just to reassure her. "Get out through the opening that guy has made. And think. A sound could work. But it'd have to be loud, long and so distracting that we can get away before the bigger horde comes." He swung forward then downward being careful to avoid splatter, and he connected each time. Acquiring a grenade from a soldier who fell on the ground. This he kept up until the bus was empty. Taunting each zombie closer and slowly exhausting himself with each swing after the first two. It allowed him to clear a way to the front of the bus which was his goal. Grinning and pointing upward he spoke again, "Have the little one, Vanilla, go up first then everyone else. And me and the other guy down here will climb up last." He then glanced down at the radio and the grenade. "The man was using a radio to talk to us through speakers on the top of the bus. This could be our way out." With his bat the young boy bashed the radio's talk button in and used the spiraled cord to hang it so that it gently laid next to the AM/FM radio speakers for the bus's interior. Quietly he prayed for the bus to still be alive and not knocked out from it's tip over. His prayer was answered since the engine revved upon his turning of the key and with a switch of the dials mixed with the increasing of the interior speakers volume. Smooth jazz was being channeled through the mouth piece of the dead commander's radio receiver then emitted to blare out of the megaphone shaped speakers on the top of the tipped over bus. He frowned because Jazz was nice but it wouldn't keep the zombies here as long as something with Bass. Rap. As soon as he found a Hip Hop and R&B station he got all the bus/ground vibrating Bass he could ever want. "Sound and vibrations! GO!" He didn't have to say why it was necessary to get away from this bus ASAP.
I am Iron Man. The suit and I are one.
I could have been a friend of Rae's brother(give him one, it won't hurt for my sake.). And through the brother, he could have told me about the band needing a Bass guitar. So not knowing anyone but Rae's brother, and knowing nothing about Rae. I auditioned for bass and got into the band. Simple, no? Also I plan to give my character a job. And College. So I could live in a Dorm with someone. If not, then an apartment with someone. I should also know everyone except for the new people. And about the studio thing. I think it should either be a few of the characters paying for some stuido time if we're making songs we want to sell or distribute for free. Or the managers if we're not to sure about recording ourselves seriously. Get it?
Wind Waker/Phantom Of The Hourglass Link. No companion. Plus bombs as my basic weapon. His name?: Ulan
>:L There's like five of us! LOL WHERE'S PLUMSORS?!!
He built with a box of scraps and a cave.
>> I visit your profile for the Tony Stark. WHO IS THIS FIRST CLASS PARALYZED MAN!?
Skadoosh. -Run Ninja Run-
<< My own words blinded me. Highlight them to read it.
