Wearing --- Music ---Date: Saturday, September 28, 2013 ---Day: 7 | 4/5 --- Interaction: Hay Sun --- Working: No--- City: New York City --- OOC: - - - Cassandra listened to the girl, Hay Sun (which she thought was a beautiful name) speak. At first it seemed like the conversation could have gone anywhere. Cassandra could tell the girl was trying to cover up her accent although Cassie would have been okay without her covering it up. ❝A - Ah . . . Well, I wanted to ask you if y - you've had strange . . . experiences, recently. With . . . people with wings? Angels . . . maybe?❞ Cassandra's eyes widened and she felt her body go numb and start to shake slightly. She accidentally dropped her phone, which landed softly on the bed. Cassandra wasn't sure how she was supposed to reply to this person. Why yes actually just yesterday... No I have no idea what you are talking about... but this phone call so far, less then a minute into conversation, only served to make the stranger look less insane. Unless maybe it is just me going insane. After a bit, Cassie realized she still had a person on the other line. She took a deep breath and brought it back up to her ear and spoke, "That is an interesting question to be asking someone. Why are you asking? H-has something happened to you too?" Cassandra moved the phone away from her mouth as she whispered, "God dammit." she hadn't meant to tell her she had, but she clearly did at the end of that. Cassandra put the phone back to her ear and spoke one of the few words she knew in French, "Je suis désolée..." Cassandra then closed her eyes and thought to herself or was that the wrong way to say sorry... whatever... I hope she understands...
Wearing --- Music ---Date: Saturday, September 28, 2013 ---Day: 7 | 4/5 --- Interaction: Hay Sun --- Working: No--- City: New York City --- OOC: - - - Cassandra managed to get a couple minutes of sleep before she was interrupted by her phone. It wasn't a song either, it was the default, meaning someone not in her contacts list was calling her. She reached over and picked it up groggily and looked at the number and raised an eyebrow. Being in business she had learned many area codes just in case, and this area code was a familiar one. She only got it one other time, when she received a phone call from a young man in Paris who called in asking for assistance with his grandfather's corpse. Who on earth would be calling me from Europe‽ Cassandra stared at the number only a little bit longer before she answered it and held it up to her ear, "Hello, this is Cassandra Hansen." she moved the phone away from her ear for a second to cough before she put it back up to her ear. She realized afterwards that her voice could have come out in an angered tone, but she didn't mean to. She could only hope the person on the other side of the line wouldn't take it offensively.
Wearing --- Music ---Date: Saturday, September 28, 2013 ---Day: 7 | 4/5 --- Mood: ... --- Interaction: N/A --- Working: No--- City: New York City --- OOC: - - - For the first time in 4 years, Cassandra called up sick. In the end however, she was not actually sick. Cassandra had kept herself up half the night, awakening constantly and stressed herself out in deep thought to the point that she had actually physically thrown up. All of this because of the event that took place yesterday at the end of the day as she was wrapping up her day. Who was she supposed to talk to about this? Perhaps the man from yesterday was just a lunatic, a well prepared prosthetic genius of a lunatic if anything. At the same time, she could not deny the strangeness of the moment. The man's wings seemed alive and flowing, and when his brown eyes had interlocked with hers, there was something inhuman about it. And then there was the whole stories of your past from the bible thing. She couldn't believe that for a second. At one point though, she got herself up out of bed and turned on her computer, pulled up google and searched up Metatron. Once she figured out who Metatron was though, she didn't need to research Enoch. She knew it was the man from the bible who had become an angel, Metatron was just a taken name. Like hell she was going to believe that immediately, but that would be a reasonable explanation as to why she kept being drawn to Enoch's story from the book of Genesis. No Cassandra... you are doing what you used to do as a kid. You hope you are something important, something worthwhile, but in the end you aren't as special as you think you are. Stop it. An angel? If you were an angel wouldn't you be in heaven... or... or... have wings or something? Not if you are a fallen angel. Cassandra looked around quickly, she thought someone else in the room had just said it, but no one was there. She powered down the computer and went to lay back down in bed. She closed her eyes to see the strange man's face again, and she quickly opened her eyes in response, but she had already seen the eyes again. Cassandra sat up in the bed and waved her arms behind her back for a moment then looked in the mirror. She looked at the reflection and let out a small chuckle, leaned forward and whispered to herself, "Everyone is a nutcase... but wouldn't wings be something nice..." Cassandra closed her eyes and layed back in bed, yet again seeing the strange man's face, but this time she didn't open them, maybe it was because she was tired of keeping her eyes open. She sighed to herself and whispered again, "Get out of my head."
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I'm gonna be totally honest. I had no idea what a hookah was until I started reading the thread. I thought it was some weird abbreviation of the word 'hooker' and clicked on the thread afraid of what the turn out was going to be. edit: abbreviation was not the word I was looking for I just meant spelling
Saturday, September 28, 2013 | Day 7: 3/5 | Mood: Happy | Music | Location: Home Adam loved Saturdays more than girls. He could sleep in with no worries and wouldn't have to worry about the dreaded "school night" call he had to hear from his parents every Sunday. Saturday was his day to catch up on all sleep he had lost during the week, and today was no exception. Adam woke up very late, and trudged his way out of bed in that special "I overslept but I still feel tired" kind of way. Adam walked downstairs to see no one in the parlor yet. He quickly took himself a seat on the couch and turned on the t.v. He watched the news really quick to get the weather, then he switched over to his normal shows. As he was laying down on the couch, he accidentally knocked over one of his mother's wigs. He stared at it for a moment, then picked it up, fixed it up, and put it back where he knocked it over from. Adam heard his phone ring and checked the caller I.D to see who the number was, only to see it was an automated caller asking for him to pay for a credit card that didn't exist. He sighed, he was actually in the mood to talk to someone but was too lazy to get off the couch, which is why someone calling on the phone would have been greeted in an eager way. Adam sighed and continued watching t.v
Day: Monday | Music| Location: Home|OOC: Writing with onscreen keyboard :c He was stuck living with his parents yet again. The night before he had come back from the park to see his girlfriend cheating on him. He wouldn't have felt so bad, he had girlfriends cheat on him before, but he had never had a girlfriend cheat on him with a girl. How the hell was he supposed to take that? Apparently his girl was experimenting with him, and he was now confused more than anything. He didn't want to go to work but now he really had to, unless he wanted to stay living up in the attic. He had a couple of hours to kill so he took some of his father's tool shed supplies and worked on making spears, because yesterday was a disaster trying to get one. Matt felt his pocket vibrate and stopped his work to read the text. Oh Mason... who would set your alarm other than you? Matt would rather be over there now anyway. Anything really to get out of the house really. Matt put away all the power-tools so the cat wouldn't hurt itself on them, then he headed out of the house in a hurry. As he was heading out he made himself some toast real quick and waked out of the house with it in his mouth. He laughed to himself, if he was in a rush and in a school uniform he would look like something out of an anime. Matt went to shut the door and watched the black-haired, golden-eyed cross-eyed feline run out the door meowing. He walked for a couple of minutes and realized it was following him. He stopped and told the cat to go away, but it kept following him. You aren't a dog, leave me be. The cat continued meowing every time he took a step. Matt sighed deeply and felt a head-ache coming. Annoying cat...
Supposed to be writing a Final Exam essay... so distracted... why did I choose Of Mice and Men
it is always a sad day when your batter can't stay alive any longer... I feel for ya man. Maybe you should try and bake or fry it before it is completely gone.
Wearing --- Music --- Location---Date: Friday, September 27, 2013 ---Day: 6 | 5/5 --- Mood: ???--- Interaction: N/A --- Working: No--- City: New York City --- OOC: too lazy to update Clothing links She had finished up her work sloppily and quickly before she headed out for the night, she could fix it all. But at that moment she just wanted to get out of there. Maybe I am just overtired and I had fallen asleep at that moment? The man who was there had called her by a name she did not recognize and it left her very confused, but not as confused as she was when she saw the wings. They were very well detailed for a costume prop, he probably worked for a movie company. She had met a couple people who cracked after the death of a loved one, maybe that was the case? That didn't explain the hovering and his exit. Hah, he did say that things weren't as they seemed. Maybe he is a con artist? a very detailed, long working con artist? Cassandra walked into her home lazily and went to her room and layed down on her bed, thinking upon that little scene... Metatron... why on earth would he call her Metatron? She stared at the computer for a moment and chose to not write something for Another Day that night. Cassandra closed her eyes and whispered to herself, "Oh god, have I gone looney?" she sat for a few minutes with the image in her head, the long dark feathered wings of the man and his hands when they ran through her hair near the end. She hoped she was just going insane... Cassandra held her head and thought about the moment until she fell asleep, having a dream that only repeated all of his actions and works, crisper and cleaner.
Friday, September 27, 2013 | Day 6: 5/5 | Mood: Happy | Music | Location: School/Home He had managed to grab the form, get it signed by his mother, and still made it to school in time. The rest of the day was... not as interesting. Even at lunch everyone seemed the same to him. When he finally got out of classes he wanted to scream out praise to the lord but decided instead to just head on home. As he was heading out, he heard a voice clearing up behind him, and then it was followed by the deep male voice of a professor, "Excuse me, Mister Pike? May I speak with you for just a moment?" Adam stopped himself and turned around slowly, his face with his back turned to the professor screamed damn it I don't have time for this; while when his face was turned to the professor it showed yes I am interested in what you have to say. "I wanted to make sure everything was alright with your family?""Yes, everything is fine, we have it all taken care of. Thank you for your concern..." Adam turned around quickly and left the school, despite the professor's calls for him to come back. It clearly wasn't important for him. The professor probably thought his mother was in the hospital again, which she wasn't. He didn't want to hear speculations about it either, so leaving right then was better than nothing. ~ ~ ~ ~ Adam finally got home around 2 am. He tiptoed his way back into his room, remaining undetected. When he got to his room on the 2nd floor, he bathed in his bedroom bathroom and then went over to hid bed. He layed down for a few minutes unable to fall asleep. He walked back into the bathroom and opened up the mirror and grabbed his sleeping pills(which hush you guys it is actually prescription). He took one and then went back to his bed where he layed until he drifted off into sleep.
Wearing --- Music --- Location---Date: Friday, September 27, 2013 ---Day: 6 | 5/5 --- Mood: Surprised?--- Interaction: Danel --- Working: Yes --- City: New York City --- OOC: too lazy to update Clothing links - Cassandra had been working all day in her usual silence, and was more tired than usual. Luckily, this was the 2nd to last body she would have to work on today. She spent her time delicately on this one, it was an older body and the skin was very fragile. She was leaning in, placing eyeliner delicately on the under part when the clearing of a throat confused her for a moment. "I hope I haven't interrupted," Cassandra then at that moment shot up and looked in the direction of the voice. She wasn't, freaking out. She was just surprised. Funeral homes were of course always open while she was there, but rarely did anyone come over when there was no funeral. Cassandra looked down at the body she was just making up, the eyeliner slid slightly more than she wanted, but she was grateful she hadn't broken the skin. "No, not at all. Are you looking for the pastor that comes here? He just left an hour ago." Cassandra took off her gloves and placed them on a table next to her and turned back over to the man, "Unless you were looking for someone in the cosmology department, because then you found the right person, but I take electronic appointments, I don't usually take appointments face-to-face with people." Her face was worn out from the day and lacked a smile, not because she was trying to be rude but because she just couldn't smile.
Thank you so much for your comment on my King video, it was much appreciated ^_^
I am very excited for this, but I am gonna be honest, I am not fond of the look of it and it is gonna have to grow on me. I know it is in development still, but I am just... so used to the artstyle that the CGI rendered gameplay is bugging me a bit. I'll get over it though. Also like what Creature said, I am getting sick of Twilight Town as well...
So I tested this out to see what you mean, and although I could not tell you a solution to the problem, it happened to me too. I think what happens is that it searches for all the threads and then after it has found most/all of them, the search stops, but forgets to display(due to some code error maybe?). Which is why when you click it the second(or 3rd or 4th time) it displays it quickly because it has found all the threads but forgot to display? I really do not know, this is just me throwing what I think the error could be, but I am no expert... at all...
Meara's silence throughout everything was the result of gunshot shock. Granted, at some points she could have thrown comments in, as soon as she tried she was cut off by the sound of a gun. Oh how she hated guns. She didn't have a real reason to. When she grew up with the wolves it was just instinct for wolves to hide. Meara had looked in the weapons room in amazement. Everything within the room fascinated her. She wouldn't dare touch half of the things though, what with her fear of guns and all. Meara found a small dagger within the room that folded up very very small. If she wanted to kill someone without them noticing that knife would be the perfect thing to have. Not that she planned on killing anyone. She put the dagger in her belt and listened to the chaos as the voice appeared once more with it's booming voice "Must I do everything for you children?" Meara jumped when the ladder dropped and let out a growl at it for a moment before she forced herself to stop. She climbed up the ladder and waited for everyone to regroup. When they did Kendric, who had become the de facto leader of the group, finally spoke, organizing into groups. When she didn't hear her name called Meara blinked and tried to speak up, "W-wait, what about m-" Bang!"RUN!"Bang! Meara didn't need to hear that instruction twice, she with the first group she saw, which was the group with Grace, Artan, Alayah, Rogan, and Julia. Meara kept running and shut out her mind, so much that when the sound of a bullet was heard and Artan fell, Meara only slowed down because she noticed she was way ahead of the rest of the group. Meara couldn't think about the bullets or the deaths of the kids, if she did she would break down right there and never stop. This was too much for her, but her face clearly showed she was holding it all inside and trying to stay calm and strong. She took a deep breath and spoke. "Grace, Alayah, Rogan, Julia." She spoke trying to get their attention. She honestly didn't know who the names belonged to, she just knew those were the people in the group, and she knew Artan was the one that fell dead. Meara held her breath for a second before she slowed down a bit to speak. "I have a friend who lives not too far from here named Nicko. He will probably help us. He owes me a favor anyway." Meara motioned for them to follow her as she ran around the corner. Hopefully for the first time this entire day someone other than the teacher would listen to her. She didn't bother to turn around and check, if they didn't follow her then oh well. She would rather be out of gunfire. Meara knocked on the friend's door quickly and tapped her foot as she waited for them to answer the door. She resisted the urge to bark and annoy his dogs.
Friday, September 27, 2013 | Day 6: 2/5 | Mood: Meh | Music | Location: Walk to School Adam walked towards school, rubbing his eyes and yawning. He wasn't in a rush to get there, and it certainly wouldn't affect him greatly if he was a little late. Luckily the school was in walking distance, and he had a 10 minute break-if-tardy period. He could make up an excuse for why he was late. Oh the bloody car traffic was horrificMy mum asked for help with something and I couldn't say no.There were so many pedestrians for some reason heading in this direction. He probably couldn't use the last one but it never hurt to have a plan C. Adam intentionally walked the long way to school. He felt his pocket vibrate and he pulled out his cell phone to see a text message from one of the guys. Shit! Adam quickly typed up a reply in a scramble. Adam turned around sighing loudly, he really was not in the mood to head home, especially after he neglected to take out the rubbish. He started jogging back to his house swearing under his breath.
[/url]Wearing --- Music --- Location---Date: Friday, September 27, 2013 ---Day: 6 | 1/5 --- Mood: Happy --- Interaction: N/A --- Working: No --- City: New York City --- OOC: too lazy to update Clothing links -- Cassandra sat in the back of a taxi cab fully engulfed in the bible and smiling as she read it. The cab driver in the front seat kept turning his head and looking back at her. She happened to be a regular in his cab, and it seemed odd for her to not only be dead silent, but she was also smiling as well. He finally decided to speak up saying, "So... Miss Hansen. You seem to be in a very good mood today." Cassie looked up quickly and tilted her head to the side, "I am in a little bit of a good mood I guess... but not really...""That isn't what your expressions say, I haven't seen you smile... ever... it is odd to me."Cassandra shrugged and continued, "Maybe it is because of the weather." Cassandra continued to read until they arrived at her work, she payed the driver and waved as she headed off into the funeral home. She walked into the backroom and started off her work. Slowly her smile faded but she continued to eye the book she had set down on the table. It was very odd wasn't it... for a religious book, particularly the one religion she was attempting to avoid, it was very entertaining for her. Something about the writing, the stories. They just pulled her in. There was one chapter she found herself continuously turning back to, it was in the book of Genesis when she read upon the ancestors of Adam. The one in particular was Enoch. She couldn't figure out for the life of her why such a story would draw her in, but the ascension of an angel... from the human world. It just amazed her. God knows why Enoch, ancestor of Adam, was a focus point in the book for her.~~~~~----~~~~~[/url]Friday September 27, 2013 | Day 6: 1/5 | Mood: Grumpy | Music | Location: Home Adam woke up complaining about the fact it was morning. He hadn't gotten much sleep last night, he had snuck out with Noah and the guys. They really didn't do anything illegal, they just rode bikes around and swung on swingsets at night while chatting with each other. They all just wanted to get outside. Most of them in the group weren't even druggies, a couple smoked weed and Adam didn't mind drinking at parties, but he couldn't stand the smell of all of the other things they all tried. It must have been expensive too... he had enough trouble with holding onto money without having drugs be involved. As he walked downstairs, his mother was sitting on the couch. She turned her head and gave him a loving smile, "Good morning Adam. Could you take out the rubbish for me as you head out?" "Yeah sure..." he said, walking right past her. He went into the kitchen, grabbed himself some toast, and headed out the door with his backpack, without the rubbish.
So I have two brothers who are 13 years old and 15 years old. Right now I am watching them as my parents are out and about for their anniversary. My youngest brother was meowing, running around pretending to be a cat, while my older younger brother was pretending to be a "knight who guards the cats". They were running about and I couldn't figure out the loud noises until one of them shouted: "No young cat! That way is dangerous and will result in your death!" So after listening to their adventures of the cat and the knight, I decided to grab my pink throw, tie it like a cape, grab my birthday tiara I still have, and grabbed my wooden sword and walked out into the living room. My brothers both stopped and bowed down and said, "Your majesty." I grabbed my wooden sword and "knighted" them, then turned around saying, "You do not know it yet, but your LARPing days have only just begun." and I walked out of the room. I have left my brothers in confusion for about 5 to 10 minutes as I typed this up and I just find it so funny they are so confused and concerned, because they don't know what LARPing is... they will thank me later... in their college years...
SO I just saw an entire swarm of your videos in the Video Portal and instead of commenting on every single one I decided to just come over to your...
