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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Cyanide Sunshine REMAKE-Rated R
« on: January 28, 2013, 10:21:14 pm »
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Cyanide Sunshine REMAKE-Rated R
« on: January 28, 2013, 05:38:37 am »
Of course you can!
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Cyanide Sunshine REMAKE-Rated R
« on: January 28, 2013, 04:56:17 am »
Ho SHIZ.
I've been busy with homework and unable to answer your applications. My condolences.
Oh~and I was meaning to change my character. Scythe was just a filler for right now, so pay no heed to her presence.
@HuskyStar~Can be either you want.
Why must you all kill your parents? Haha, so "pleasant." This is unfortunate for me, though, since I'm having some trouble with my parents' verbal altercations and such, however I would never think of harming them in any way, even if it is annoying. Everyone has a dark side, and many of my friends find me quite a bit creepy and "different". I'm rather proud of that, though ~<3
Ok, before I go off on a tangent, I'm going to shut up now. asdhjkl,fefihgus
Toodle-ooo~
Oh, and you're both accepted ~<3
I've been busy with homework and unable to answer your applications. My condolences.
Oh~and I was meaning to change my character. Scythe was just a filler for right now, so pay no heed to her presence.
@HuskyStar~Can be either you want.
Why must you all kill your parents? Haha, so "pleasant." This is unfortunate for me, though, since I'm having some trouble with my parents' verbal altercations and such, however I would never think of harming them in any way, even if it is annoying. Everyone has a dark side, and many of my friends find me quite a bit creepy and "different". I'm rather proud of that, though ~<3
Ok, before I go off on a tangent, I'm going to shut up now. asdhjkl,fefihgus
Toodle-ooo~
Oh, and you're both accepted ~<3
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Cyanide Sunshine REMAKE-Rated R [Inactive since 04/02/2013]
« on: January 06, 2013, 06:36:40 am »WARNING: GORE-DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU
This much gore is actually downsized from what I had first intended =3='
The victim lay on the floor motionless, blood splattered across the room, and a number of his organs. Really, this one had put up quite a fight. Luckily, you weren't the one who had to clean up the mess, and you were thankful of that. You clutched your blade, drenched in blood, then hesitantly sheathed it.
'Wash yourself off,' you told yourself in your head. 'And you'd better get out of here before someone sees you.'
Well, no problem with that. You were trained to do this sort of thing. Besides, you had a pretty good alibi...
Sometimes you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, joining this cult. Or had it even been your choice? Whatever the reason, there's no backing out now.
~~~~~~~~~
You are part of an organisation called Phenomenon-you'll find out what that stands for later. Your job is to rid the world of useless humans, to control the population, and essentially make the world a better place. Well, that would be your motive if you joined, oh, about 100 years ago. Now you're basically the Dark Brotherhood. You carry out assassinations, for a fee. You and your fellow Siblings.
There is something special about the members here, though. Strange things have been happening, ominous dreams. Weird abilities are being shown, such as suddenly being able to lift a car, or growing fangs, or levitating in the air, something fishy is going on. On top of this, no one remembers how they joined, when they joined, or what their life was like before they joined.
However, you can't leave. There's nothing stopping you, but it's just something you CAN'T do.
Besides being a psychopath organisation, you, like the Dark Brotherhood, are like a family to each. You are all closer than many real siblings.
So, welcome to Phenomenon. You are one of us now.
Rules
~~~~~~~~
-No god-modding, power-playing, or Mary Sue-ing
-Maintain your bonds
-Hate the character, not the roleplayer
-Not too much OoC Chat. If needed, I'll make an extra thread or tinychat.
-Be original, keep things going and active
-Be literate, and keep the posts at least a paragraph long.
-Have fun!!
-If you read the rules, put Cyanide Sunshine as your code name ;3
~~~~
Code of the Phenomenon
-No harming the other members in a mortal way. You can get into scrapes all you want, but no malicious acts.
-No treason. Seriously, we'll kill you if you even THINK about it.
-No rapists. Ok, we're killers, not pedos or rapists.
-Alcohol and drugs are allowed, just no poisoning the rest of us, mm'kay?
-Petty Thievery is allowed, just not from the cult members. And no taking our sheets home!
-Everyone has to do laundry. Yes, that means you-it's a cycle. Unless you don't sleep here, which you probably do.
-Don't talk about the Phenomenon Cult. No, seriously, you don't go around telling other people you're a murderer.
-Age doesn't matter. If you're commissioned to kill a child, no complaints.
-Never question someone's reason for a killing. It's none of your business.
-Do not show your true identity to commissioners.
-If you are comissioned to kill a cult member, then you are permitted to kill the customer
-Do not kill your comissioner...until after they've paid you. Then you can do whatever you like (besides rape).
((Half of these were just jokes, so I won't hold you to them. >.> 'Cept for the laundry bit.))
~~~~~
Oh, and to keep this going, don't worry about turn. Sure, the thought is nice, but keeping an rp behind like that is what kills it, mm'kay? I promise to catch you up when you come back.
Application
-Picture-
Name:
Codename:
Age:
Gender:
History:
Personality:
Likes (Opt.)
Dislikes(Opt.):
Hobbies (Opt.):
Theme Song (Opt.)
Extra (Opt.):
Before:
After:
Name: Maxette Hirsch, but she goes by 'Maxi.'
Codename: Cyanide Bunny
Age: 14
Gender: Female
History: "You know what baffles me? That some people aren't happy with their life! I mean, happiness is the meaning of life, right? It's what we strive for. People like to complicate things, but it all boils down to happiness.
....However, finding happiness is a bit of a competition. There's only so much happiness to go around, and there's a constant "tug-of-war" for this aspect of life. Some people believe they have lost this tug-of-war. I reckon they are called "emos." I don't see why. Most of these "emos" are middle-class teenagers. On the other hand, to each their own.
My job...is to deliver happiness to these emos that believe the world is better off without them. If you give up on the the tug-of-war for happiness already, then there's no guarantee that you'll ever find any. These people are better off without living, if they don't search for the meaning of life. They say so themselves. So, I take it upon myself to do these poor children a favour.
Yes, I kill them.
That is my happiness.
At first, I was unsatisfied with my existence as well. I felt as if I had no meaning, sheltered by my parents, smothered by them each and every day. Given everything I ever wanted, as long as I was good...and polite...and met their expectations. Ah, how boring. My happiness does not lie in worldly things! It lies in excitement! The thrill of being out and about, unsupervised! It is rather grand, is it not?
I was home-schooled with all of my other twins, each looking exactly like me. I never learned of anything my parents didn't want me to. I was never exposed to violence, or sex, or men. I never met anyone besides my mother and father. My sisters and I weren't allowed to speak as individuals, only as one...or...or...we were punished.
I finally escaped one night. Out of the window. I dyed my hair, cut my hair, bought new clothes, and learned many new things. Every night I would sneak out without being caught, until....until...the rest is all a blur. Please, allow me to rest for just a second."
Personality: Ah, she does not completely understand the concept of "death," and is bit of a sociopath/sadist. All she knows is that everyone dies, and she feels honoured to play a part in something that will inevitably occur. She doesn't understand others feelings very well, but she is very talented in a number of high-class talents. She's not an easy person to talk to, since she doesn't get sarcasm, and takes everything literally. She's originally from Germany, but when Phenomenon kidnapped her, she always assumed she was American, despite her posh accent.
Maxi enjoys tea and sweet things, as well as creepy things and teddy bears. She's a very unique person, and loves to smile, although her smile is bit a off-putting. She doesn't like curse words, but she can be very raunchy at times, even if she doesn't get ANY of the cliche pick-up lines. She's pansexual as well.
Hobbies: Teatime, baking, playing baseball, killing emos.
Likes: Anime, TV, Fire, Blood, creepy things, winter clothes, the colour hot pink, the colour black, mostly everybody.
Dislikes: Hearts, indirect statements, figures of speech, curse words, boasting.
Extra: She's what you'd consider 'mentally ill.' More bluntly put, 'insane.' Maxi does actually have emotions, though, and can be rather sensitive. She's quite unpredictable, though, since she doesn't really have any concept of "social norms." Maxi has no idea what "parents" are, or "siblings," but she rather dislikes the words. She's pretty nice, though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLAjL18nEHw
Knock, knock, let me in. Let me be your secret sin.
This much gore is actually downsized from what I had first intended =3='
The victim lay on the floor motionless, blood splattered across the room, and a number of his organs. Really, this one had put up quite a fight. Luckily, you weren't the one who had to clean up the mess, and you were thankful of that. You clutched your blade, drenched in blood, then hesitantly sheathed it.
'Wash yourself off,' you told yourself in your head. 'And you'd better get out of here before someone sees you.'
Well, no problem with that. You were trained to do this sort of thing. Besides, you had a pretty good alibi...
Sometimes you wonder what you've gotten yourself into, joining this cult. Or had it even been your choice? Whatever the reason, there's no backing out now.
~~~~~~~~~
You are part of an organisation called Phenomenon-you'll find out what that stands for later. Your job is to rid the world of useless humans, to control the population, and essentially make the world a better place. Well, that would be your motive if you joined, oh, about 100 years ago. Now you're basically the Dark Brotherhood. You carry out assassinations, for a fee. You and your fellow Siblings.
There is something special about the members here, though. Strange things have been happening, ominous dreams. Weird abilities are being shown, such as suddenly being able to lift a car, or growing fangs, or levitating in the air, something fishy is going on. On top of this, no one remembers how they joined, when they joined, or what their life was like before they joined.
However, you can't leave. There's nothing stopping you, but it's just something you CAN'T do.
Besides being a psychopath organisation, you, like the Dark Brotherhood, are like a family to each. You are all closer than many real siblings.
So, welcome to Phenomenon. You are one of us now.
Rules
~~~~~~~~
-No god-modding, power-playing, or Mary Sue-ing
-Maintain your bonds
-Hate the character, not the roleplayer
-Not too much OoC Chat. If needed, I'll make an extra thread or tinychat.
-Be original, keep things going and active
-Be literate, and keep the posts at least a paragraph long.
-Have fun!!
-If you read the rules, put Cyanide Sunshine as your code name ;3
~~~~
Code of the Phenomenon
-No harming the other members in a mortal way. You can get into scrapes all you want, but no malicious acts.
-No treason. Seriously, we'll kill you if you even THINK about it.
-No rapists. Ok, we're killers, not pedos or rapists.
-Alcohol and drugs are allowed, just no poisoning the rest of us, mm'kay?
-Petty Thievery is allowed, just not from the cult members. And no taking our sheets home!
-Everyone has to do laundry. Yes, that means you-it's a cycle. Unless you don't sleep here, which you probably do.
-Don't talk about the Phenomenon Cult. No, seriously, you don't go around telling other people you're a murderer.
-Age doesn't matter. If you're commissioned to kill a child, no complaints.
-Never question someone's reason for a killing. It's none of your business.
-Do not show your true identity to commissioners.
-If you are comissioned to kill a cult member, then you are permitted to kill the customer
-Do not kill your comissioner...until after they've paid you. Then you can do whatever you like (besides rape).
((Half of these were just jokes, so I won't hold you to them. >.> 'Cept for the laundry bit.))
~~~~~
Oh, and to keep this going, don't worry about turn. Sure, the thought is nice, but keeping an rp behind like that is what kills it, mm'kay? I promise to catch you up when you come back.
Application
-Picture-
Name:
Codename:
Age:
Gender:
History:
Personality:
Likes (Opt.)
Dislikes(Opt.):
Hobbies (Opt.):
Theme Song (Opt.)
Extra (Opt.):
Before:
After:
Name: Maxette Hirsch, but she goes by 'Maxi.'
Codename: Cyanide Bunny
Age: 14
Gender: Female
History: "You know what baffles me? That some people aren't happy with their life! I mean, happiness is the meaning of life, right? It's what we strive for. People like to complicate things, but it all boils down to happiness.
....However, finding happiness is a bit of a competition. There's only so much happiness to go around, and there's a constant "tug-of-war" for this aspect of life. Some people believe they have lost this tug-of-war. I reckon they are called "emos." I don't see why. Most of these "emos" are middle-class teenagers. On the other hand, to each their own.
My job...is to deliver happiness to these emos that believe the world is better off without them. If you give up on the the tug-of-war for happiness already, then there's no guarantee that you'll ever find any. These people are better off without living, if they don't search for the meaning of life. They say so themselves. So, I take it upon myself to do these poor children a favour.
Yes, I kill them.
That is my happiness.
At first, I was unsatisfied with my existence as well. I felt as if I had no meaning, sheltered by my parents, smothered by them each and every day. Given everything I ever wanted, as long as I was good...and polite...and met their expectations. Ah, how boring. My happiness does not lie in worldly things! It lies in excitement! The thrill of being out and about, unsupervised! It is rather grand, is it not?
I was home-schooled with all of my other twins, each looking exactly like me. I never learned of anything my parents didn't want me to. I was never exposed to violence, or sex, or men. I never met anyone besides my mother and father. My sisters and I weren't allowed to speak as individuals, only as one...or...or...we were punished.
I finally escaped one night. Out of the window. I dyed my hair, cut my hair, bought new clothes, and learned many new things. Every night I would sneak out without being caught, until....until...the rest is all a blur. Please, allow me to rest for just a second."
Personality: Ah, she does not completely understand the concept of "death," and is bit of a sociopath/sadist. All she knows is that everyone dies, and she feels honoured to play a part in something that will inevitably occur. She doesn't understand others feelings very well, but she is very talented in a number of high-class talents. She's not an easy person to talk to, since she doesn't get sarcasm, and takes everything literally. She's originally from Germany, but when Phenomenon kidnapped her, she always assumed she was American, despite her posh accent.
Maxi enjoys tea and sweet things, as well as creepy things and teddy bears. She's a very unique person, and loves to smile, although her smile is bit a off-putting. She doesn't like curse words, but she can be very raunchy at times, even if she doesn't get ANY of the cliche pick-up lines. She's pansexual as well.
Hobbies: Teatime, baking, playing baseball, killing emos.
Likes: Anime, TV, Fire, Blood, creepy things, winter clothes, the colour hot pink, the colour black, mostly everybody.
Dislikes: Hearts, indirect statements, figures of speech, curse words, boasting.
Extra: She's what you'd consider 'mentally ill.' More bluntly put, 'insane.' Maxi does actually have emotions, though, and can be rather sensitive. She's quite unpredictable, though, since she doesn't really have any concept of "social norms." Maxi has no idea what "parents" are, or "siblings," but she rather dislikes the words. She's pretty nice, though.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QLAjL18nEHw
Knock, knock, let me in. Let me be your secret sin.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Cyanide Sunshine (Rated R for Gore, Language, and Creepy-ness-Open For EVER!)
« on: January 06, 2013, 06:30:42 am »
Remaking this RP.... .3.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Cyanide Sunshine (Rated R for Gore, Language, and Creepy-ness-Open For EVER!)
« on: December 16, 2012, 06:41:50 am »
((I'm going to do something! Hurray!!
Sorry for inactivity had a lot of homework been feeling sick went to see the Hobbit, the works. Also been mostly chatting with friends on my phone. You Americans are pretty awesome. Well, some of you are. See, I got accepted into a magnet school for people interested in the same sort of stuff I am so everyone's pretty awesome. The downside is that they work us like.....like....things that work hard.
Oh, and Happy Holidays. I celebrate Chanumis/Christakuh. That's Chanukah-Christmas.))
As Scythe was examining the walls, she simply gave up and walked away to retrieve her goggles so she could go out. Of course, she had no idea where she was headed, but she just needed to go for a walk and think about a few things. She wished now that she had lingered longer when Tamah and Nat had still been hanging around so she could've asked a few more questions. She still wasn't completely sure was going on.
Scythe intended to return after an hour or two. Her nose caught scent of Tamah and Natalie in a rather close room, but also a new scent. Definitely a female, but they were probably occupied at the moment, and not interested in speaking with her. However, the red-head did want to meet the new girl, but decided she would do so in her own time. Her combat boots clanked as she strode across the metal threshold, the sound echoing throughout the chamber. She made her way back to her room, and grabbed her box. However, she began to get a strange feeling, a chill up her back and she felt the urge to bite someone. She pushed off the feeling, dismissing it as killer instinct as she grabbed her rucksack and stuffed her box inside, after emptying the bag of its contents.
She slung it over her shoulder, tying her hair back with a band she always kept around her wrist and and placing her googles on top of her head gingerly. Scythe clanked out of the room, ears pressed down by her goggles and out of sight to anyone without the ability of X-Ray vision. As she passed through the weapons hall again, a pair of twin machine guns caught her eye. They appeared lightweight, and easy to carry. Plus, they were fast, and Scythe would love the protection ranged weapons would offer. Scythe quickly collected them, along with a couple rounds of ammo and twin holsters. She took a while trying to figure out how to properly hold the guns, not bothering to try and not even attempting that strange way that Death the Kid holds them. She fired a couple of bullets at a dummy, and although her aim was nowhere near perfect, she didn't want to waste any ammo, so she placed them in her holsters and walked out the door.
It was sunset, the bottom of the sky dyed shades of red, yellow, and pink with the twilight sun. She quite liked this time of day, she thought as she walked through the forest that surrounded the small wooden shack. Scythe strolled to the top of the hill and pondered where to go next. To the west, where the sunset lay were the suburbs. To the East was the school, an it was slightly more urban over in that direction. To the South was downtown, and to the North it was more rural. She decided to head towards the suburbs.
Scythe rummaged in her pockets, searching for a phone or something with a built-in GPS. There was, in fact, an iPhone. The redhead would've preferred a Samsung Galaxy S3, but she would settle for this. She pressed the home button in the center, and it came across her to look at her contacts. Maybe something in there would jog her memory of the people she knew. Was she popular? Did her family miss her? For some reason, the thought just made her cringe, but despite this, her curiosity got the better of her. She clicked on the contacts, and was surprised to find it completely empty. She shrugged and pressed the home button again, and clicked on the map icon.
Apparently, she was in a remote city in California that was rather mountainous. If she continued to travel east past the school, she would probably reach the mountains in a few days time-on foot, of course. If she continued west past the suburbs, she would probably reach the Northern Pacific Ocean. However, she did not want to go too far from the Base.
Scythe had yet to arrive to the suburb when she found herself cold and shivering, despite the thick coat she was dressed in. Her breathing was short and shallow, and she began to cough a little. Her teeth chattered, and her muscles ached, the blood pumping in her ears. Or was that blood at all? She stumbled forward, and managed to make it to a house on the edge of the town. It was near some apartments, but separated by a dense patch of woods consisting mainly of tall, branchy pine trees that toward above her head, yet their trunks were rather slim. She admired them for a moment, and decided to climb it so she would have a good vantage point. However, her legs were buckling under her, teeth chattering more violently. She finally got a hold on a branch, but a piece of bark poking out scratched her hand, and she pulled it back instinctively, falling down onto the grass. The wind was knocked out of her chest, and she felt too weak and pained to get up, but she knew that if she fell asleep here, she would be in all sorts of trouble if anyone found and searched her bag. Not to mention noticed her guns and wonder why such a young girl would have a dangerous weapon.
Scythe slowly and steadily rose to her feet, muscles exclaiming in pain. Suddenly, her sight began to blur, walls of blackness closing in around her.
Am I.....dying? she thought to herself, as her mouth began to foam with sickness, blood dripping from her mouth. No, this is different...
The door creaked open, and with Scythe's last amount of energy she screamed at the top of her lungs. It was a coarse, raspy scream, that echoed around the canyon. It was a proper echo, too. Not the kind that simply reverberates, but the one that repeats over to you a couple of times before fading away, like Scythe's consciousness.
((No, she's not dead. She's just sick. This is based off kind of how I feel right now, but I'm forcing myself to write DX<. Oh gawd, I'm dyyyyyying. It's like 2:00 AM where I am and my head hurts and my legs hurt and my throat hurts and I didn't get to go to soccer or basketball (still can't get used to the word 'soccer' It's FOOTBALL. You play with your FEET. OK, i'm going to bed now before I die.))
Sorry for inactivity had a lot of homework been feeling sick went to see the Hobbit, the works. Also been mostly chatting with friends on my phone. You Americans are pretty awesome. Well, some of you are. See, I got accepted into a magnet school for people interested in the same sort of stuff I am so everyone's pretty awesome. The downside is that they work us like.....like....things that work hard.
Oh, and Happy Holidays. I celebrate Chanumis/Christakuh. That's Chanukah-Christmas.))
As Scythe was examining the walls, she simply gave up and walked away to retrieve her goggles so she could go out. Of course, she had no idea where she was headed, but she just needed to go for a walk and think about a few things. She wished now that she had lingered longer when Tamah and Nat had still been hanging around so she could've asked a few more questions. She still wasn't completely sure was going on.
Scythe intended to return after an hour or two. Her nose caught scent of Tamah and Natalie in a rather close room, but also a new scent. Definitely a female, but they were probably occupied at the moment, and not interested in speaking with her. However, the red-head did want to meet the new girl, but decided she would do so in her own time. Her combat boots clanked as she strode across the metal threshold, the sound echoing throughout the chamber. She made her way back to her room, and grabbed her box. However, she began to get a strange feeling, a chill up her back and she felt the urge to bite someone. She pushed off the feeling, dismissing it as killer instinct as she grabbed her rucksack and stuffed her box inside, after emptying the bag of its contents.
She slung it over her shoulder, tying her hair back with a band she always kept around her wrist and and placing her googles on top of her head gingerly. Scythe clanked out of the room, ears pressed down by her goggles and out of sight to anyone without the ability of X-Ray vision. As she passed through the weapons hall again, a pair of twin machine guns caught her eye. They appeared lightweight, and easy to carry. Plus, they were fast, and Scythe would love the protection ranged weapons would offer. Scythe quickly collected them, along with a couple rounds of ammo and twin holsters. She took a while trying to figure out how to properly hold the guns, not bothering to try and not even attempting that strange way that Death the Kid holds them. She fired a couple of bullets at a dummy, and although her aim was nowhere near perfect, she didn't want to waste any ammo, so she placed them in her holsters and walked out the door.
It was sunset, the bottom of the sky dyed shades of red, yellow, and pink with the twilight sun. She quite liked this time of day, she thought as she walked through the forest that surrounded the small wooden shack. Scythe strolled to the top of the hill and pondered where to go next. To the west, where the sunset lay were the suburbs. To the East was the school, an it was slightly more urban over in that direction. To the South was downtown, and to the North it was more rural. She decided to head towards the suburbs.
Scythe rummaged in her pockets, searching for a phone or something with a built-in GPS. There was, in fact, an iPhone. The redhead would've preferred a Samsung Galaxy S3, but she would settle for this. She pressed the home button in the center, and it came across her to look at her contacts. Maybe something in there would jog her memory of the people she knew. Was she popular? Did her family miss her? For some reason, the thought just made her cringe, but despite this, her curiosity got the better of her. She clicked on the contacts, and was surprised to find it completely empty. She shrugged and pressed the home button again, and clicked on the map icon.
Apparently, she was in a remote city in California that was rather mountainous. If she continued to travel east past the school, she would probably reach the mountains in a few days time-on foot, of course. If she continued west past the suburbs, she would probably reach the Northern Pacific Ocean. However, she did not want to go too far from the Base.
Scythe had yet to arrive to the suburb when she found herself cold and shivering, despite the thick coat she was dressed in. Her breathing was short and shallow, and she began to cough a little. Her teeth chattered, and her muscles ached, the blood pumping in her ears. Or was that blood at all? She stumbled forward, and managed to make it to a house on the edge of the town. It was near some apartments, but separated by a dense patch of woods consisting mainly of tall, branchy pine trees that toward above her head, yet their trunks were rather slim. She admired them for a moment, and decided to climb it so she would have a good vantage point. However, her legs were buckling under her, teeth chattering more violently. She finally got a hold on a branch, but a piece of bark poking out scratched her hand, and she pulled it back instinctively, falling down onto the grass. The wind was knocked out of her chest, and she felt too weak and pained to get up, but she knew that if she fell asleep here, she would be in all sorts of trouble if anyone found and searched her bag. Not to mention noticed her guns and wonder why such a young girl would have a dangerous weapon.
Scythe slowly and steadily rose to her feet, muscles exclaiming in pain. Suddenly, her sight began to blur, walls of blackness closing in around her.
Am I.....dying? she thought to herself, as her mouth began to foam with sickness, blood dripping from her mouth. No, this is different...
The door creaked open, and with Scythe's last amount of energy she screamed at the top of her lungs. It was a coarse, raspy scream, that echoed around the canyon. It was a proper echo, too. Not the kind that simply reverberates, but the one that repeats over to you a couple of times before fading away, like Scythe's consciousness.
((No, she's not dead. She's just sick. This is based off kind of how I feel right now, but I'm forcing myself to write DX<. Oh gawd, I'm dyyyyyying. It's like 2:00 AM where I am and my head hurts and my legs hurt and my throat hurts and I didn't get to go to soccer or basketball (still can't get used to the word 'soccer' It's FOOTBALL. You play with your FEET. OK, i'm going to bed now before I die.))
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Cyanide Sunshine (Rated R for Gore, Language, and Creepy-ness-Open For EVER!)
« on: November 14, 2012, 04:12:42 am »18
Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Cyanide Sunshine (Rated R for Gore, Language, and Creepy-ness-Open For EVER!)
« on: November 10, 2012, 07:37:40 am »
((Well, personally I know what public schools were like before I came to America. They're only slightly different in the curriculum, and most seem to know a lot more about American history than I do. Though I have a feeling it's glorified. Not like England doesn't glorify itself, just to a slightly lesser extent.
I know what being around junior sluts and hoodlums of public school is like, so no need to warn me. The gesture is appreciated c:
I am having trouble with some school work though, since I've been accepted into a magnet program that intermixes with the regulars as well as other magnet programs from the same school.
I know what being around junior sluts and hoodlums of public school is like, so no need to warn me. The gesture is appreciated c:
I am having trouble with some school work though, since I've been accepted into a magnet program that intermixes with the regulars as well as other magnet programs from the same school.
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Human & Humanoid Roleplays / Re: Cyanide Sunshine (Rated R for Gore, Language, and Creepy-ness-Open For EVER!)
« on: November 09, 2012, 03:52:23 am »
((Sorry for inactivity D: I'll post as soon as possible, but I'm busy with school. It's really hard to be transferred and still get good grade ;w;
People do like my accent though, and I've made a few friends
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People do like my accent though, and I've made a few friends
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Discussion Board / Re: Kira or L? *Death Note-SPOILERS ABOUND*
« on: November 06, 2012, 08:33:59 pm »
Powerplayer >.>
Shinigami, bring me my Death Note. Powerplayers must be punished...with autokills. Yes, Shinigami, I know you're not my servant, but I thought it just added to the effect of the whole thing.
At first, I was all like, 'Poo you for liking L instead of Kira >:C and then I was like, 'At least I'M UNIQUE!'
Shinigami, bring me my Death Note. Powerplayers must be punished...with autokills. Yes, Shinigami, I know you're not my servant, but I thought it just added to the effect of the whole thing.
At first, I was all like, 'Poo you for liking L instead of Kira >:C and then I was like, 'At least I'M UNIQUE!'