Day: Sunday | Supplies Left: Poisoned Apple(Apple with a black cross on it), 2 potions(both for health), Coal and Iron Ore | OOC: SORRY SORRY. SO SORRY His partner was dead and could not be brought back to life, [His partner quit LARPing and had no intentions of coming back] so the Kitten already had to adjust to being alone already. His weaponry was very weak for his usual inventory, so he chose to go to the market and get himself new spears while he had the chance. It was a very lovely day and he had luckily not had to draw a sword yet with his weapons being so broken. At one of the stalls a beautiful diamond plated Yari [stick attached with rock, coated in plastic], he eyeballed it with a childlike delight before asking what the price was for it. "Seventeen Rupees. Or adding up to that in a different currency." "What does that equal to in gold?""240." "I do not have 240, but I have 200." "If you cannot afford it, you do not have the right to wield it." The Annoying Kitten stuck his tongue out at the man and ran off. Despite his annoyances, he was an honest man and could not steal from an honest merchant without good reason. He found himself a seat under a Weeping tree and chose to catnap for a little while.
I figured I wasn't the only person with a similar fear, but I did not know it would be someone else on the forum. My issue is when I do not have a warning for the loud noise, which is why I am able to handle thunder. I cannot help you with balloons and little kids, I am sorry, I also am working on this one. With fireworks, the loud noise, I am not too sure if it is because you cannot handle the noise or if you did not expect it. My brother had a problem with fireworks for a while and we taught him a game, where he would try and whistle and make a noise as the firework popped. We made it so it was a kind of guessing game for when the firework would go off. He still has trouble with them sometimes, but the game we created helps out. The reason why I am not sure how to help you, is that I am not sure if visual cues would help you out. KInd of like lighting and thunder (I am afraid of lightning but I will give this as an example). Most of the time, when lightning is seen, thunder follows after, and most people expect it. I do not know if you are still afraid even when you expect it. If it is that case... I am sorry, but I will not be able to be much help.
Currently I do not drive or know how to drive. I am Sixteen years old and legally allowed to learn, but because I am one of three kids, my parents cannot afford for all of us to learn/get insurance for a teen driver. I mean, my brothers are 15 and 13 but still. I understand. I really wish my parents would at least teach me to drive though, because it has gotten to the point where the idea of driving a car is scary for me. What if I end up in an emergency situation and I have to drive but I do not know how? I hope that is never the case but you never know.
I have collected a lot of things in my time. I used to collect keychains but gave up, then I started to collect rocks from places I would go. When that died down I collected T-shirts(This one I still do). For a while I collected beanie babies, and right now I collect Rubber Ducks. For a while I tried collecting coins. I had a booklet of pennies that dated as far back as 1956(I could be wrong there).
Oh I am BAD about this. Ask anyone who knows me, I say sorry for EVERYTHING. It is something my parents call "Irish/Catholic Guilt" where you apologize for something you can't control or can't help. For a while, I actually didn't say sorry a lot. It kind of came immediately because I told a racist joke in 7th grade and almost got suspended for it, and then I felt like I had to apologize for everything(or tell people "I am just kidding). So, yeah. I think there is a point where saying sorry becomes meaningless because of how much people say it. At the same time, I feel like it is only a true apology if you are able to/ do something AFTER you apologize.
xMost people would call it luck that she woke up without a hangover. Teagan would say it involved the invention she had tested out. Oh how someone would probably love to be able to rehydrate everything in their sleep. Teagan purposefully programed Eight to hook the machine up to her when she was above her normal limit. So when she woke up she was only greeted with a very small headache. Teagan looked over at her watch and sighed, she really was not in the mood to make breakfast for herself. She opened up her Red Phone and checked to see how much of a balance was in her account. Although she knew she would have enough money, she had to check to see if the supply check went through yet. Teagan got herself dressed and grabbed her things before she left the house, taking one of the bunnies with her. She knew that someone was probably going to call her, so she was glad she indirectly gave Red Flag her number for the Green Phone. Teagan looked over at her car in the driveway and just stared at it. So much work spent on a car she couldn't bring herself to use. She hated cars. She had a good reason to. Teagan bit her lip and decided to just walk to where she was going. If she saw a bus she would wave it down but she did not mind a nice walk on such a lovely day. Teagan heard a clicking noise behind her and turned to see Seven following her again. She sighed and opened up her bag to allow the metal creature a place to stay. It hopped into the bag and she closed it up and kept on walking.
I personally like the idea of SoKai, but I cannot accept it as a canon pairing even with the idea of a paopu fruit in the middle of it all. I believe it is the closest to a canon pairing this series has gotten, but I feel like the whole point of the storyline is to promote friendship as a form of love and the strength of friendship Because after all (everyone screenshot this because you will never hear me quote My Little Pony ever again) FRIENDSHIP IS MAGIC.
I actually really want to see Larxene's. I just want to know if that is her real personality or something only her nobody developed.
Um... well. I was about 6 years old when it came out. I don't think I thought much of it at first. I remember a specific trailer for it that I cannot find for the life of me, and I remember thinking it was going to be like Star Ocean(because my family was still on the Playstation at the time). I wasn't right at all.
I have yet to play or watch a walkthrough of Coded/Recoded, so I cannot vote for that because of what I heard from others. I personally love ALL the Kingdom Hearts games, but if I had to pick my least favorite it is CoM. NOT FOR THE STORY. I did not enjoy the combat system at all.
I can talk about KH or KH2, but very rarely do I find someone who lives anywhere in my area that knows about the handhelds(the exception being birth by sleep). I can still talk to people about it, but I forget that they don't know as much about the story.
I personally do not feel that it is stretched out too far, but I feel like because they didn't know how successful it would be, they are slowly starting to add more to the story that wasn't originally there, and it is slowly but surely starting to contradict some of it's own facts(granted at the same time, they address changes often so this isn't very often) At least they are staying on the same timeline, and not making games that take place thousands of years away from KH1 and KH2
I voted for Master Xehanort. He is pretty much the ringleader for everything and is one of those Villians I actually really like because he thinks so far ahead into his plans. His only problem is he cannot think in the now, but he is still my favorite.
ugh this really hard... my name is Colleen
Wearing --- Music --- Location---Date: Tuesday, September 24, 2013 ---Day: 3 | 3/5 --- Mood: Relaxed --- Interaction: N/A --- Working: No --- City: New York City --- OOC: N/A --- "So many of you today..." Cassandra whispered quietly as as she passed by another homeless man in Central Park. As much as she hated seeing them, what could she do? She hated to generalize but most of the homeless she saw were addicts, or recovering. How many times did she see someone she gave a dollar to run into the liquor store? She didn't want to think about it. When she was near the center of the park, or at least as far to the middle as she was willing to walk, she sat down on a bench and stared at the people with a straight face. A couple of children leaped and bounded in the field, and in the little river she watched as a couple rowed themselves through it, laughing about their day so far. Cassandra saw a couple of pigeons walking around and up to people. A biker rode by and almost hit one of the little things, but the pigeon did not seem to care. When one got close to her she sighed as she spoke to it, "Stupid bird, you have wings, why don't you use them?" After a minute of watching the bird she stood up and chased it, it still did not fly up in the air. Cassie closed her eyes and spoke, "Some of us are just unappreciative of what we have..." "Excuse me ma'am, are you alright?" Cassandra turned to see a vendor pushing a cart looking at her with concerned eyes. Cassandra shrugged and replied with an emotionless voice, "Yes I am alright. How about you? Lovely day huh?" "Yes it certainly is a lovely day. Would you like to buy a hotdog for five dollars? A percentage of the..." Cassandra ignored as he spoke about another American tragedy that had happened not too long ago. At this point things happened so often she didn't know how to reply, "No, thank you." The vendor then wheeled away and she went back to sitting on the bench. She pulled out her phone and switched over to Safari and checked up on her emails to see if she received anything from work.
Wearing --- Music --- Location---Date: Tuesday, September 24, 2013 ---Day: 3 | 1/5 --- Mood: Relaxed --- Interaction: N/A --- Working: No --- City: New York City --- OOC: N/A --- Cassandra had worked a typical day on Monday and when she woke up on Tuesday, she stretched and got ready for her morning off. She wouldn't have to be at work until around 3pm or so, which sounded rather late but it meant she worked later or even overnight. When she got out into the living room she plopped herself lazily over the couch with one leg dangling over the leg of the couch. She only planned on being home for a little while, then she would go for a walk in Central Park. It was a decent day outside for a walk at least. Cassandra turned on the T.V and lazily layed her head on the other arm of the couch as she listened to the news. "...So is extended internet use unhealthy for children? Scientific studies show that if a child becomes addicted to the internet a significant lack of hours of healthy sleep is shown." Cassandra chuckled at the stupidity of the topic and leaned forward for a moment. When she leaned back down she noticed a person at the corner of her eye and shot up. She put her hand over her heart even after she realized it was her roommate, "Jesus! Lilly, you just scared the living daylights out of me.""All I did was walk into the room..." "-Just the other day Justin Bieber was arrested for drinking underage and walking around indecent in public. He was seen walking around L.A in nothing but dog clothing and platform shoes..." Cassie leaned her head back down slowly on the arm of the chair, she closed her eyes and spoke, "I know I just didn't hear you walk or anything.""Really? I was walking pretty heavily. I mean, I am wearing heels.""Doesn't mean you didn't walk on your toes.""That is too much effort for walking in my house." "In other news, the freak electrical storms have been appearing in various locations, the most recent being the northern regions of Europe. If you have plans that involve the outdoors we recommend you move it indoors due to the unpredictable nature of them." Cassie sat up again and finally chose to change the news to Animal Planet and turned back over to Lillian and spoke, "So how is Dillian doing?""Well you were right about me overreacting the other day... we have a date tonight.""Congrats to you.""Are you working tonight?""Always do.""Maybe you should take a break for a full day, get yourself a hobby or something. All of your work stress has to be adding up." Cassandra chuckled before she responded, "Nah, I am fine. Besides, no work-no pay." Lilly stretched for a moment and headed into the kitchen. A talking was eventually heard and Cassandra just assumed she was talking on the cellphone with someone. After a few minutes of watching Animal Planet she dozed off, half asleep, on the couch.
As much as a turned based rp sounds like a good idea on paper, in practice I feel like it would become rather boring on the forum. If this were a roleplay for an instant messenger I feel like it would turn out great because it is instant, almost like combat. When on a forum, it would end up being a one liner festival and would end up slow moving. It is a good idea though, if a few of the flow flaws were tweaked, I would be interested.
1. Split: Other than the fact I clearly stated about loving the Hulk, I really love the colours you used, the picture you used of the hulk, and the overall feeling of the picture. Usually people like to show the aggressive side, and it was cool to see something different. 2. Chevalier I really love the placement of text on this one... I personally find it very bright when viewing it on the forum, but when I copy/pasted the image elsewhere it looked really good. I love how the colours mix(I never thought of putting blue-pink-&-white together) and I like the stock used. 3. Lucideffective Kind of like what Chevalier said, I feel like the stock shouldn't have been placed directly in the middle. The white text blends in with the background and I honestly thought it only said Abe Rises. Maybe if it was a different colour text or placed even just a tad more to the left.
❥Full Name: Isaac Holden ❥Appearance: Isaac ❥Age: Eighteen ❥Likes: Fencing, Horses, Tattoos, Dogs, Zorbing, Candy, Partying, Cross-stitching, Photography, Experimenting with Relationships(Meaning purposefully making friends or enemies) ❥Dislikes: Mosquitoes, Hangovers, People Crying/Sad, Hardcore-PDA, Awkward Silences. ❥Weaknesses/Fears: Afraid of spiders,irrational fear of balloons. Is very Vain and constantly brags about himself and his "accomplishments". Over-emotional. ❥Strengths/Talents: Photography, Tap-dancing, Storytelling, Public Speaking, Multi-tasking ❥Personality: He is one of those kids that at first impressions, comes off as a total ****** and seems to talk about himself a lot. After a while, he tends to come across as a relatively nice guys who cares(somewhat). He rarely is ever quiet, and when he is it means something is very, very wrong. He believes that he can love more than one person at once and things that enough people like him enough for that to be a possibility in life. When he drinks he is a stupid drinker, and often does dare-devilish things under the influence. ❥Sexuality: Polysexual (Has a strong belief in Polygamy) ❥Favorite Color: #4654b8 ❥Instrument(s): Harp, Bass Guitar, Voice(Countertenor) ❥Crush?: ---chuse4meplz ❥Cupid's Brew?: Yes (He bought it when he was drunk, thinking it was cool. Has a plan on using it on -insert a crush here-) ❥Availability: (We've already discussed it) ❥Other: He is a "casual drinker" not an alcoholic. or so he claims
Wearing --- Music --- Location---Date: Sunday, September 22, 2013 ---Day: 1 | 5/5 --- Mood: Tired --- Interaction: N/A --- Working: No --- City: New York City --- OOC: N/A --- There ended up being exactly 23 bodies that day, each with it's own personality. It ranged from Jane-does with no name, to very well known people in the city. The ages ranged from 98 to 9 years old. Cassandra closed up her station and was ready to head home. On Sundays, Cassie took the night off to calm down, if there was ever a time to catch her, it was on Sunday night, or Tuesday mornings. Cassandra lived in the Manhattan section of New York City. Sometimes she would stay for a couple weeks with her friend Ariana in Brooklyn, but that very rarely happened anymore. Cassandra and Ariana had gotten into a fight in 2009 when Ariana did not tell her that Cassandra's cousin Daniel had died in a car crash. Ariana told her that they were going to a special church mass that morning, and it turned out to be the funeral. Cassandra took it hard, and looked at the casket with her cousin's broken and destroyed face. That gave her the inspiration to become a mortuary cosmologist, and it was the last time Cassie was able to set foot in a church. She found out throughout her years that she shared a common ground with others, people struggling to hold onto faith after a loved one died. Cassandra felt this hatred, if God was so powerful and so all-loving, then why the hell would he allow a 17 year old to die? She had grown so close to the belief that there was no God. Bourbon coffee on 14th street is one of the highest rated coffee shops in Manhattan, but Cassandra still hated it. She would go and drink a cup of coffee, think about how awful it tasted the whole time, use up the free WiFi and watch the news with others that ended their days the same way, then she would leave with the dissatisfied face of a tired New-Yorker. Everything that was described in that little paragraph literally happened, exactly. When Cassandra got to her apartment on 11th Street she heard a soft crying from one of the rooms. She walked in slowly to see her roommate, Lillian Proude, crying on the sofa. Cassandra sat on the chair across from her and looked at her. Lillian looked up at her and snarled, "What are you looking at asshole. Can't you see I am in pain here?""No I am sorry, do you need help?""I don't want your fucking help.""Okay then. I am heading to my-""Am I a bad person?""Huh?" Lillian looked directly into Cassandra's eyes with tears filling them, "Did I do something wrong for Dillian to break up with me? I mean, I am a good person, I have cut down on smoking, I work everyday and still have time to text him an occasional 'hello' did I do something wrong? Did I do something fucking wrong Cassie? Do I deserve this kind of treatment because I told him I wanted to hang out with the girls tomorrow? Why..." Cassandra dozed off as Lilly spoke, when Lillian went quiet Cassandra snapped back to attention and spoke, "He broke up with you? How?" Lillian handed Cassandra a phone, covering her eyes, and spoke, "Over a text message." Cassandra held the phone in her hand and read it to herself: K fine, hang w/ em. Dnt bthr callin me tmrw. Lilly kept on crying and Cassandra bit her lip as she spoke, "Um... Lilly, this isn't a break-up text.""W-Wha?""He just said not to call tomorrow. He didn't say anything like "it's over" maybe he is busy tomorrow and figures you are having fun and he plans on doing something too." A silence overcame the room as Lillian grew happy again, Cassandra made herself some food for dinner and went through a normal nightly routine. Cassandra sat down at her desk in her room as she ate, she turned on the computer and opened up a word document titled simply Another Day. She sat for a few minutes and read the last entry, before she wrote a new one. Spoiler: Another Day #1158 There is something about New York City that is truly amazing that I really never noticed until now. That even when someone is poor and homeless, if there is someone worse off, they are still willing to help out. I mean, most people think that no one cares in the city, that everyone walks past them like they are dirt, but this is not true. I watched today as a man's bag broke in the middle of the road right as the walking light turned. Food rolled everywhere, money spilled, a roll of toilet paper unleashed itself to the street... and everyone around who saw the event stopped to help. One car, despite the law, honked it's horn because they wanted to move. When I had gotten to the man, he was left to the curb with everything in his hands. I handed him a new bag and he smiled at me grateful and continued on. Then as the man left, he saw someone on the ground holding out a cup towards him. The man placed a $20 bill from his pocket into the cup and continued on. In that scenario I myself would have probably gone about it differently. But it appears that even in despair, one can do so many great things. When Cassie was done with writing, she saved the document and read it over, a smile across her face. She closed down her computer and prepped herself before she went to bed.
