Why would you even think about khv while you're drunk, I don't understand.
Now sure what happened here, but whatever. I will now call my Leo Strut Spoiler to the playing field. I'm pretty sure that beats out Monopoly and old dead guys no one cares about anymore except for What?.
Added! Thanks for joining. XD Not a very BS'd personality, but it would have been fine if you had. Edit: Okay, so right nooow in the RP. @Horizon? Make sure you give the LilBueno time to interact with Fuzzy, because ultimately he helps you escape from jail. Remember that. So if you want to space it out longer, you and FKB's character can interact for longer, but the best thing would be for you to be imprisoned again, or held in a private cell somewhere by the Knight or something like that, until Fuzzy posts and they head to the castle. Otherwise, you'd be out of there before Bueno's character got a chance to help. Thinking about it, that would be okay too...If you escaped, then met up with the Jester and the Hero at the Inn, or on their way from it? It all depends on what everyone wants to do...
Awesome. 8D So you can go ahead and make your profile when you're ready. ^^
xD Nice. Well, yes, the main characters are taken but you could also make an OC. All that means is that I don't have anything pre-written for you in terms of the bio, and we'd have to talk and think of a way to introduce you to the storyline. c:
@P I don't think so? I think that was a very subtle "mod", and in any case he didn't exactly state who was tapping. Fuzzy has yet to post and in my first post I stated that he would first encounter the Jester, so you two are fine as of now. Remember that FireKeyBlade will be posting and interacting with you two (or one of you) soon as well. We have to make room for everyone to become acquainted so yes. I think that you're plot direction was appropriate. :3 Also, if anyone wants me to make them a Header or graphics, let me know. I'm working on that tutorial anyways.
||★-OOC:@Lilbueno: Glad I can FINALLY POST. ...<3 -★|| “Oh, crap.” Klaire murmured suddenly, sitting up in her seat and stopping whatever thought process had been previously going on in her head. She reached down between her feet and rummaged around in the bag for her cellphone. With a soft groan, she flipped it open and scrolled down to Adam’s number, starting on a quick text. “Klad and I are on our way back. Based off of the information we gathered, we’re assuming it’s a Wendigo, something Lenny’s taught us about. You know, creepy cannibal thing? Really tall, really fast.” With a quick glance at her Twin, who happened to be driving them back at the moment, she gazed back down at her phone and decided to send another text just in case. “Weaknesses include silver-tipped arrows, fire, and it can’t pass through Anasazi symbols. We’ll be there soon.” She sighed and rubbed the sleep from her eyes, propping herself up further and gazing out of the window. “I think speeding may be appropriate in this situation…Just saying.”
@FKB: No, no. xD Posts aren't required to be that long at all. And yes, I think you should wait until both the Oracle and the Scholar post.
Dear Role-Players, Time for your starting positions, yay, right? You get these positions because otherwise we’d all just be wandering around aimlessly. So firstly…the King and Queen will only come around if they’re needed which is why they have such an—err, limited bio. Next, we have the Hero. You will start in a random inn somewhere. You can make up the name and everything, but you’re already in the process of traveling and searching for your twin. The Oracle will be in the courtyard of the castle, you can toy around with this and the Scholar will be leaving the library of the castle, running in the Oracle somewhere along there. The Scholar is already having doubts about his position, and isn’t sure how to bring it up to the Oracle. That will, of course result in his imprisonment (you guys can space this out however long you’d like, and there should be some kind of argument.) The Jester will be in the Inn as well. That puts him and the Hero in one place, quickening the meeting process. He’ll be on his way to the castle, for something, be creative. The Knight will be at the castle as well. She can be near where the Oracle and Scholar are, and eventually accompany the Scholar to his cell. That means all of you have interaction with each other, yay. The rest is completely up to you. Just wanted to get this up and running. Happy posting, Jayn. <3 If you have any questions, ask away in the OOC thread. Just tell me that you're scared... 怖いよ…Just tell me that you’re lonely… 寂しいよう… And I’ll be right there. ♥ Late into the night, the ice fell and fell—sparkling ivory diamonds spinning and twirling into the blanket of crystals below. The cold quilt of snow was untouched, inches upon inches of it smooth and shimmering. This entire icy splendor occurred with no interruptions. There were machines growling and hissing their fury, no chorus of unconnected voices ringing and echoing throughout the space, no footsteps crunching and grinding the fragile ice crystals into the silver pavement hidden beneath the sparkling veil. It was an unearthly sight, but then again, this wasn’t Earth. This was a dream. Who this dream belonged to was not important yet, for she would not remember it upon her waking up (for she would like to believe that she would not wake up). Lights loomed silently over the hidden roads and sidewalks, casting their gracious tangerine glow down below. There were no shadows, because light and darkness interacted differently here. There were no clouds either; the snow seemingly falling and drifting down from a hazy swirl of pastel colors—too hazy and unfocused to be called a sky, but too strange and shapeless to be called a ceiling. Finally, a gentle sigh sounded. It was deafening in comparison to the shattered silence that previously dominated the infinite space, and the one who uttered it was the holder of the dream. Long golden tresses fell perfectly down her back, held in place by twin sapphire ribbons that matched the navy blue of her gown. Even in sleep she couldn’t escape the uniform of the Diva. With dancer-like steps, she began to move through the snow. There were no footsteps left embedded in the snow, no cold biting at her skin—Just silence. Her chin lifted and she could feel the warmth of liquid pricking at her lashes as she gazed up into the empty stars above, pressing her lips together as she felt herself begin to slip back into reality, a fading tall figure in the distance not turning once to look back at her. “Where are you…?†And all was disillusioned. The sky falls and you’re stepping on broken clouds, As the sun melts away and you’re left all alone, You think to yourself; â€What a beautiful day.†♔ Adrenaline started to kick in. She knew the feeling well. Things began to slow down, her mind sharper than before. She could feel it. Every part of her body was working together to control her nerves; Blood cells dilating, heart stimulating, and muscles tightening. Her breathing became more controlled—deep, no longer effortless. She took in the atmosphere and considered every possible factor in the situation in nearly a single instant. The lighting was dim enough and the space was large enough for her to be able to retract if need be. She was positioned at the end of the long hall leading back to the entrance of the castle, her destination. The moment to act would arrive in three, two… Slam. “One,†The girl breathed in sharply, eyes set straight ahead. Her stomach turned at what she may find this time as she picked her pace up and broke into a sprint. Her footsteps beat heavily against the old floor, her breathing matching their speed. As usual, the hallway began to seem even longer than normal. It was as if she was climbing a mountain. With every step taken, she felt as though sharp granite and rock was digging into the soles of her feet. Her body weight seemed tripled, doubt and worry weighing upon her. Her lips were dry, lungs forcefully pushing carbon-dioxide between them until finally she reached the door. A gasp of relief left her as she forced the doors open and stepped out into the cold air. Long black hair framed her cheeks and warmed her bare shoulders, the blood-colored dress from earlier still hugging her shape snuggly. Suddenly, it occurred to her just how easily she had escaped, through the front even. She no longer heard the footsteps behind her, nor did she hear any shouting or threats. Now that she thought about it, she didn’t hear anything. Not the wind--though the leaves in the trees were rustling—or her hard breathing, or the fabric of her gown shifting. It was silent. This was the silence that haunted her, and she felt the fear settling back into her stomach. She took a soundless step forward, her joints stiff with the terror she felt, and suddenly a cold mist brushed against the open small of her back. Her spine tingled and she whipped around, attempting to release more of a whimper than a cry and trying to straighten herself. As she turned back around to continue her escape, her eyes widened. In front of her stood the silent and ever-smiling Sync—former Dragon and Priestess of the Castle. She stood taller than the young girl and wore her traditional ruby-colored robe and the white masquerade mask. She stood like a perfect statue, silent as ever. And finally, as the small girl stumbled back towards the castle, she took a step forward. “…I’m sorry! I’ll go back, I swear, I’ll go back, I’ll be trained—I’ll—I’ll dance! I’ll dance, I’ll pray, I swear to you, I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry.†These thoughts of repentance screamed loud in girls head, but of course she couldn’t hear herself. Sync only reached a hand forwards and took the woman’s chin between her thumb and index finger. Her lips never moved from that perfect, flawless smile she wore. Warmth pulsed through the cowering, soft girl before her but her fear was too deeply embedded for this to calm her. Pure terror ran through every inch of her and she could feel her heart straining, trying not to burst. The darkness around her started to close in and as Sync’s eyes locked onto her own and that familiar quiet giggle left her throat, the Diva-in-training broke free of the spell of silence she had fallen prey to, propelling a heart-shattering screech—suddenly aware of the elongated claws and figures grabbing at her from behind, ripping at her clothing, scratching at her skin, tugging at her hair. Sync let go of the child’s chin, taking a few steps back and turning away, her footsteps silent as she faded into the distance. [/CENTER]
(DUN DUN DUN.~) /contribution
Actually, only the first part was directed at you. Sorry, that could have been signified clearer. The entire mini-rant was just in general, but the first two sentences were the only ones directed at you to begin with. I also agree that no child should have to go through childbirth, I'm only saying that this could have been...worse. My only point directed at you was that I'm personally thankful that everyone survived the situation. Thank you for clearing your own point up. Also, I don't see debate as an argument. v:
@Sara: I don't think KS was saying that what happened was right to begin with. You disagree that it's a good thing she survived childbirth and that a new life came into the world, meaning, the baby survived as well? @The thread On another note, everyone is flipping out about how she was just ten years old. The youngest person recorded to have a child was five years old, I believe. Also, this is 2010. Five years old run around calling people cunt-faces and ******s; innocence is dying out because parents are becoming more and more irresponsible. On several occasions, whether you WANT to believe it or not, young children know what sex is. Due to being so young and a not-so-good upbringing, young children very often experiment with sex. A great deal of children under the age of ten masturbate, because it feels good. Others who are younger than we'd like to believe have also preformed sexual acts out of curiosity/stupidity, or because the media has taught them that it's normal. My two-year-old little brother had a girlfriend at pre-school. No, it wasn’t because my parents were sickos, or because he was one himself, he had learned what that was at school. Luckily for him, he had a good family who was able to tell him that he was much to young for that sort of thing and was able to teach him a little something about peer pressure and such. Children who are less fortunate to be guided in this kind of way are not sickos or heartless *******s. They’re obviously very lost and confused. Judging them with no sense or general compassion is not something that benefits this kind of situation…at all. They’re children. It was wrong, it was stupid, but the parents are the ones to blame for not creating a better environment for these children. It the parents job to try to retain that innocence, or at least plant some seeds of common sense and morals. No one is just BORN knowing everything, or knowing right from wrong. If we were born into a society that believed women should be impregnated at age 10, then left with a child, then that’s what would be normal to us. That’s what would be right, and no one would be freaking out. We were taught that this kind of this is morally wrong, which is the only reason we’re sticking to our convictions about it. But in all honesty, if they weren’t taught the same way or don’t’ have the same foundation that most of us do, then that’s something to blame on the parents—role models, teachers, and general enviroment these children were born into. Not call the children sickos. :|
That's actually a very good question, P. Just letting you guys know...I'm writing the first post to the RP. XDD
I don't know why, but not that I'm saying this is right or anything, but I'm not really freaking out about it. I'm normally very sensitive when it comes to this kind of topic but...First of all, it was consensual...He's a minor too (let's assume he's around her age because otherwise I don't think they'd hesitate with pressing some kind of charges)...And there isn't anything we can do now that the deed is done. So I don't get what the big deal is. :| She lived, the baby is alright and can be given away to a family more deserving, and there was no rape involved. No, it's not right, and obviously the parents are to blame if these kids had this kind of time together and actually DID IT. but it's not the saddest/sickest story I've heard and I'm not too shaken by it.
Mm. Sexy ~
Hmmm .
I have to say this thread hijacking has been a rather pleasurable experience.
I've never watched Jersey Shore, and never will. My friends think I'm crazy. A WILD SNOOKI HAS APPEARED
^ Thisthisthisthis.
That would make a lot more sense as to why I've heard nothing about re-elections. :| Thank you~
