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  1. Pistol Schoolboy
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    Florest

    f l o r e s t

    STORY

    In the city of Florest, an academy is giving birth to intense warriors and soldiers. And on the other half, are bureaucrats and politicians. Those specifics needs, somehow are found boring by five students. These five students being tutored by a teacher, in other to learn how to become true warriors. Not through school or books, but through actual experience. Enough of the tests and quizzes the school gives you to fight. Try encountering real monsters, real enemies.

    But, all of the sudden, their studies come to a halt when their teacher suddenly dies. Of course, there is no real proof of his death. So, as a journey to find their teacher, as not only an excuse to get away from the school, but to find answers. To them, it seems spontaneous and odd for the teacher to just quit out at the break of their training.

    However, with enough training, and a location clue stopping by their feet. They search for answers by locals and even the teachers themselves. Their knowledge will florest.

    CHARACTERS

    Hikaru Iriye ( male ) - Pistol Schoolboy
    Tsunayoshi Ebiwara ( male ) - Advent_of_Apocalypse
    Chiiyo Aihara ( female ) - Near
    Sumie Urogataya ( female ) - RRMS
    Ayame Kurokawa ( female ) -

    Sid ( male; teacher ) -

    PROFILE EX.

    Name
    Age ( ranges from 16-18 )
    Gender
    Occupation ( ask for details )
    Weapon ( ask for details )
    Special Abilities ( ask for details; it is also able to be changed and mixed around. )
    Biography ( ask for details )
    Appearance

    If you want to join, ask over the forum, and then mail me or add me on MSN.

    Good luck on the profiles everybody! <3
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Apr 5, 2009, 1 replies, in forum: Retirement Home
  2. Pistol Schoolboy
    Schoolboy
    The Story of Pistol Schoolboy and Tabitha Toxic


    / sTAg_e ONe /

    I couldn’t feel my hands, my pulse. Momentarily, I went dead. Flying backwards, my body was awaiting to just smack the ground below me. A suicide attempt, no. You could think of it as nearly being framed into this position. I was meant to be frozen, and as that moment then proceeded, someone would then push me off this vintage visual of a building. How could I have stepped into this? Fuck, I don’t know.

    For all I know, someone wants me dead. And for all they don’t know, that won’t happen. How can this be supported? First off, let’s start with the fact I’m hanging for my life on a metal pole. Second, I was flying down this building at thirty miles per hour. And finally, my arm isn’t broken. And to think the person who hired these pitiful hit men on me would realize that I, as well, am a hit man. But think of it a bit more extreme. I’m an assassin.

    - xXx -​


    “Jesus Christ, he’s not dead.” One man said.
    “He’s hanging on a wire. How long do you think he’ll stay there?” Another man, possibly a partner, said in return.
    “Hell if I know.” A sigh escaped this man’s lips as he looked to the sky. Then, looking back to the other man. And right when that man looked at the other, a gun was cocked.

    “Let’s find out.”

    - xXx -​


    “This is meaningless.” A boy declared, rolling his hand over the metal pole. As he flipped onto the pole, this boy looked into the window right by him. Many bystanders gazed at him, astonished by his achievement. All Pistol did was smile as he then rammed his body into the window, shattering all glass like a shockwave.

    While the citizens were screaming, the boy stood back up to then look around for any staircases. Right when the boy began to walk to the stairs leading to the entrance, he got a phone call. Sighing and rushing down the stairs in anger, the boy answers his cell phone. The click of the side button to the phone echoing in the hallways as the phone flipped open, almost gave his position away with civilians hawking down on him.

    “Pistol, get out of there.” A girl’s voice, that is was.
    “You already know I am.” Pistol said in quick reply.

    Back down stairs, a girl awaited for Pistol in a car. Now, Pistol wasn’t going in the car. No, his weapons were in the car, and this girl, Tabitha, was his provider. Short blonde hair, her bangs cut evenly on her eyebrows. Eyeliner and mascara, her outfit consisted of a short sleeve, slim fit light blue V-neck under a rather fluffy fur jacket that fit her arms and figure perfectly. A tight, comfortable fit. Along with that were faded blue skinny jeans and pink flats. A beautiful girl, and both Pistol and Tabitha know it.

    "Fucking hurry already.” Tabitha whispered to herself, banging her hand on her wheel to relieve ounces of impatience.

    Pistol, now at the entrance, put his phone in his pocket and kicked the double glass doors down, as they were bullet proof. “Tabitha, pop the trunk.” And at that single command, the trunk was immediately popped open. In the middle of the woods, this wouldn’t be odd at all. Maybe for those extinct hikers that come along. Of course, the reason why they are extinct is because Pistol killed them all on sight.

    “Dual 45’s, the usual.”
    “You don’t know how much I love you, Tabitha.” Pistol chuckled.
    “I’ve got an idea.” Tabitha giggled in return.

    Slamming the trunk after loading his guns and putting them in his holster belt, Pistol walked by the door to then kneel down to Tabitha. A little chat before Pistol goes shooting people square in the head within a damned office building.

    “Tabitha, you know what to do.”
    “Refresh my memory.”
    “Drive to the exit of the woods. When I’m done here, you’ll see me.”
    “How are you going to make an exit this time?” Tabitha knew him too well, and as a result of her response, Pistol chuckled, looking to the ground.

    “Like I said,” Pistol paused, getting up to his feet, then cocking his guns as he picked them up from his holsters. “You’ll see.”

    Running up to the building once more, Pistol could see the two hit men from a fair distance. Not minding the bullets zooming past his ears and arms, he merely walked into the room with an angry look on his face. Pulling up one 45, it didn’t take long for Pistol to shoot one hit man in the middle of his eyebrows. Then, raising his other gun to the other hit man, Pistol shot the gun too soon, and hit the man straight in the leg.

    “Damn, I missed.” Pistol pouted a bit, the essence of smoke and bullets pasuing for a second. But that didn’t last long as the atmosphere returned, Pistol walking to the hit man. The hit man, panting and begging for his life, was a pathetic man named Gabriel Red. Not much but a 24 year-old hit man trying to make ends meet with his masochistic habits and hobbies.

    “Please,” Gabriel gulped cold sweat. “Don’t kill me.”
    Pistol kneeled down to the weak, maniacal man. “Now, I just shot your friend over there square in the head without even trying. Do you think I will show any mercy for you?”
    “I can tell you what I know!”

    Pistol moved his gun upwards and pointed it directly to the man head. The both of them making eye contact, with the hit man taking a quick break to look at the barrel, Pistol chuckled softly. Shaking his head as he looked to the ground once more, Pistol returned his look to Gabriel.

    “And just what the fuck do you know?” And there went the bullet.

    - xXx -​


    Walking out of the building, with a cell phone in hand, a timer began within that phone. Looking at the time, Pistol stood by a window almost to the high level of the building. “It’s not like you were going to get out of here anyways, limp dumbass.”

    The timer struck zero and Pistol was shot out the window at an incredible speed. The bombs planted previously within all levels of the building having more power than expected. Perfect timing, Tabitha was at the exit of the woods. Just parking, Tabitha looked out the window to see the view. “If only this place wasn’t so violent, then maybe these beautiful rivers could be a bit more lovely.”

    And as soon as she finished that sentence, you could hear Pistol yelling. The yelling became closer, and closer. “What the hell --” Tabitha was cut off as Pistol slammed his back against the hood of Tabitha’s black Nissan Teana. Amazed by Pistol’s new entrance, Tabitha just smiled as she got out of her car to help Pistol.

    Looking down to Pistol, Tabitha giggled, lending a soft hand for Pistol. Believe it or not, this was a first for Tabitha, and with Pistol opened his eyes, he didn’t chuckle, he didn’t remark, he just warmly held the hand. Tabitha, helping to raise Pistol, has immense strength, and when she lifted Pistol, it seemed like a ten pound weight to her.

    Pistol, wiping off dirt from his pink V-neck, black skinny jeans, blue Vans slip-ons, and straight, blonde hair, he made not a smart remark, but a cute, meek one.

    “Thanks, Tabitha.” Pistol smiled softly.
    “No problem, Pistol.” Tabitha replied, the two making sweet eye contact. And, within that silence of the waves of the near ocean colliding with the sand, Tabitha giggled. And Pistol began to chuckle. It soon turned out to break into quiet, cute laughter.

    “Love the entrance, maybe you can fix my car when we get back to the apartment.”
    “Haha, that I’ll try to do.”
    “Not try, do.”

    Scratching the back of his head, Pistol looked to the ground as if he was sighing. “Alright, alright, I’ll do it.” And when Pistol finished his sentence, Tabitha began to giggle again.

    “What’s so funny?” Pistol began to blush.
    “You’re so cute, Pistol.”
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Mar 9, 2009, 3 replies, in forum: Archives
  3. Pistol Schoolboy
    I want to say something, something I've had locked up in me for such a long time. I will risk everything on this damned website just to say what I have to say. And I know a lot of people may not care, but for those who read this, I will leave one last message for all of you, and a few people.

    First off, I'd like to mention a good brother of mine who turned bitter in such a quick time, it's disgusting. He was only a figurative brother, and now, I'm glad that he was. His name, was Jerome. I'm not calling him out, I'm leaving one final statement. You hurt someone dear to me so bad, it was disgusting. Repulsive. You are such a perpetual blender of ****, that it is indescribably nasty and desperate of you.

    Second of all, I'd also like to mention a very special sister of mine. She is a great friend, an amazing person to care, and I'll never forget her. Kayleah, you were the first person I could truly trust with my life. And still, I'll never give that up.

    Third of all, there are two girls in my life that changed everything for me, and helped me realize how much of a loser I was. But helped me, in the end. Ashley and Miele. The two of you are so special to me, and I mean it. I love the both of you with a passion, and I will never give that logic up. I'll always miss you two, and I promise nothing would make me happier than to see you two happy.

    And lastly, to everyone on KHV, you all are *******s. But I ****ing love you all with a desirable, fiery passion going father than the ninth circle of Hell. Thank you for helping me realize how much of a pile of crap I was at the time, and I have surely changed for that.

    Thank you, KHV. I never expected this.

    EDIT: Also, Jayn, you were also a person who was always there by my side, and I can't believe I betrayed you like I did. You are always going to be dear to me, you are my best friend, and nothing will change that. No matter.
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Feb 21, 2009, 54 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  4. Pistol Schoolboy


    Ugh, well, high school really has been taking up most of my time, and well, I can hardly find time to actually edit and come on here more often. But anywho, I thought I'd lett you guys know that I am planning on making a game-like simulator of my upcoming story [or animation], Tenjou no Naku Koro ni.

    I know, I know. Self-promoting is bad, but I wanted to show you guys what a whole day of editing can do on yourself, I guess.

    Hope you all enjoy the video, and please, have a fantastic night. <33

    Tenjou no Naku Koro ni
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Nov 25, 2008, 2 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  5. Pistol Schoolboy


    Well, if you guys haven't heard of the website Zazzle.com, you can make your own store for free. And basically, I thought I'd give it shot. And my oh my, it is so much fun to work with. :3

    Unfortunately, it takes a few hours for each product to show. Well, on the search, I guess. In all honesty, this is actually of fun to do. :3 I can't wait to make more shirts and jazz. xD

    Well, my store will be up soon, but in the mean time, check out my first product!
    Thank you so much, and please, if you could, try and tell me what you think.
    Again, thanks so much.

    By the way, I'll update daily with links to new clothes ever now and again. :3

    The Sadist's Algophobia (poem shirt)

    DJ Pistol (official T-shirt)

    A Sexy Dinosaur (sticker)

    The Apple and Cloud (T-shirt)

    Cin (T-shirt)
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Nov 10, 2008, 5 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  6. Pistol Schoolboy
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    Obsidian



    Obsidian

    When the gore is on the canvas,
    White lights shine, but never to heaven.
    Living in crimson,
    All you do is cry.
    Corpses lying, but it ain't the apocalypse.
    Getting fucked over as a murderer,
    Is it such a joy?

    Masking a pierce,
    A jewel is shown through lunar shining eyes.
    Finding myself stuck still in motion,
    Suspended from the aptitude of my body.
    I'm not begging,
    Just screaming out my lungs.

    Organs flying everywhere,
    But that's just figurative.
    Screwing them over,
    And screwing ourselves.
    Sadistic sex, it is,
    Yet not a horror.

    The taste of the lipstick.
    Am I becoming a vampire?
    With this massive loving,
    Intensifying.
    I feel the blood rush through.

    Pulling out a knife, such floral eyes.
    Ironic when the flowers turn red.
    I assist you with the murder,
    No hesitation.
    Is it cannibalistic to have sex where the blood was?
    I can't get enough, you know that.
    And damn, it is so hard to resist when your body goes silk.

    December,
    You devil, I am here for you.
    Will we still kiss even when the snow turns obsidian?
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Nov 8, 2008, 2 replies, in forum: Archives
  7. Pistol Schoolboy


    I get this question asked A LOT.

    That is, for those of you who know of the epic masterpiece of the gunslinger creation, Pistol Schoolboy. For those who have stuck with mine and Trigger's friendship long enough, I recall giving Jerome the nickname of "Pistol Schoolboy". And if you check his MSN every now and again, his screen name is Pistol.

    Now then, back onto the answer to solve this immense question.

    Pistol Schoolboy's story is rather straight forward then it would be complicated.

    Pistol Schoolboy, or Congeal Cuire, grew up as a normal, everyday kid. Until one day, he lost his right eye to a fatal tragedy that so happened to be his death. Suicide at the age of 10, right after his parents died in a fire. Well, Congeal wasn't supposed to die. Congeal, was suddenly awoken as Pistol Schoolboy nearly six years later. His bones reshaping in the form of God and Satan's reject. Only for the purpose of succeeding in finding the purpose of his awakening.

    Unfortunately, the secret in kept within the mind of a teenager named Toxic Lover. Who so happens to be who Pistol is chasing after, until Toxic so happens to become his partner. And with Toxic Lover being so close to Pistol, it becomes a troublesome matter for Pistol to control what he is. What is he, you might ask? Nothing but a pure angel ... plus the disastrous torment, traumatizing held captive childhood, re-awakening unnecessary, and the final installation of immortal destined chaos.

    Now, I'm not spoiling much, to say the least. Seeing how Pistol will be coming in a story here sometime soon if I can finish it.

    But either way, I just explained what Pistol is in a short, non-spoiler summary.
    I know this topic is random, but hell, it's the Spam Zone. And, at that, I'm answering a question, and giving Jerome the background of his own personal character.

    So, hope you all enjoyed what my sick mind can come up with. <33
    Love you all ~​
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Nov 6, 2008, 1 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  8. Pistol Schoolboy
    Alright, so, I'm on my Wii, checking out the latest news on the News Channel.
    And then, I stumbled upon a story about a young boy, shot to death on Halloween.

    (And I know it's a bit surprising for me to be posting something related to news.)

    Poor boy.

    The porch light of a house to a man named Quentin Patrick was a usual signal that trick or treaters were welcome at that house for some candy and whatnot. Well, one boy so happened to knock on the door, 12-year-old T.J. Darrisaw, and the man who answered, wasn't so pleased.

    So, the man probably decided to get some candy and told the kid to wait with his father right there. Later, the man, Quentin, pulled out a AK-47 and unleashed 29 to 30 rounds within the boy. One bullet so happened to enter the arm of the father.

    Instantly, the boy was killed. Right on Halloween.

    This goes to show how stupid these felons are. The man, Quentin Patrick, was actually afraid of getting arrested. Well, he got as bit paranoid when a kid and an adult were there just for their usual day of Halloween.

    Seriously, this is so messed up to kill a boy at such a young age. Really.
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Nov 3, 2008, 21 replies, in forum: Current Events
  9. Pistol Schoolboy


    Finally, the first chapter of the highly anticipated story, Death Got Near, is released for you all to see.
    But wait a sec, I can't show it on the public site of KHV.

    I have to post most of these chapters on DevinatArt, due to mature content.
    Sorry for all who want to read this story, but I'm not getting banned for writing a story, you know. xD

    So, embrace your thoughts. Embrace your love. Embrace your chair.

    Because the death has become just near.

    BEGINNING - Chapter 1: Sexually Suddenly
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Nov 1, 2008, 0 replies, in forum: Archives
  10. Pistol Schoolboy


    Well, after a giant, exhausting stall and haul of a month, I finally have put out the last quickie, and a video which I dedicated to one of my most awesome friends.

    For those who know and love my "Quickie" series, I apologize for the giant hiatus this series had to go under. I had a massive writer's block.

    So, I give you, the last Quickie episode and The Black on Pink Exorcism.
    Hope you all enjoy!

    Quickie EP #6 [END OF SEASON] - Scared Senseless

    The Black on Pink Exorcism
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Oct 26, 2008, 2 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  11. Pistol Schoolboy


    Hot damn, I completely change my mind about the new Escape The Fate now. I mean, first off, you make a "girl song" with my lovely girlfriend's name. And not only that, but you make the lyrics and the sound so orgasmic. I mean, holy ****, I never thought I'd love this song so much.

    But juts, wow, I am surprised. Personally, the new Escape The Fate, is amazing. I really like this new style and I think it fits perfectly. Craig, giant props. Ronnie, yet still, I'll still miss you as a friend.

    And by the way, they are going to be ****ing amazing when they come back to the hometown with CHIODOS. I JUST CAME.​
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Oct 15, 2008, 2 replies, in forum: Music
  12. Pistol Schoolboy


    With politics being the main topic across news these days, we only have one thing to come to mind. Who will be our president? But here's my question, who do you want to be our president?

    Barack or John?

    It's obvious I'm going with Barack. Sarah Palin is a terrible choice for Vice President and McCain is nothing but a liar. Enough said. xD​
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Oct 10, 2008, 36 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  13. Pistol Schoolboy


    You think cross-editing is easy? Try GIMP, that s**t is annoying, trust me. But in the end, it cooperated with me and, well, the result was purely what I wanted.

    So, I hope you all enjoy it. <3

    http://shizukamori.deviantart.com/art/Either-Way-99284422
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Oct 9, 2008, 2 replies, in forum: Arts & Graphics
  14. Pistol Schoolboy
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    Who are you?



    Well now, how about we get to know each other? You know, favorite music, what motivates us to do whatever we want to do or do now. The works. It'll be fun, come on. :3

    By the way, for those who want to not tell their backstory, don't worry. You don't have to. And I'l try to make sure no one makes fun of you for it, if any negative comments start flying. So please, try to have fun, everyone.

    Shall I start off?

    Name is Skyler. I am a fourteen year old adolescent boy who loves Belanova music and pretty much life itself. I occasionally find myself either typing up poems and stories, or drawing landscapes and scenery when I get the chance. Let's just say I drink Arizona Tea and relax a majority of my free time.

    If not that, I'm dreaming about Ashley, or thinking about what I might do next that might benefit for myself and the people around me. Usually, these ideas are better news broadcasting to shows and critique. Let's just say I have more free time then you think. I love theories. I adore theories.

    I believe in reincarnation, and am agnostic. People consider me a great friend, when honest to God, the people who tell me that, are the great ones themselves. I am, indeed, British. However, I was not born in England. McDonalds is my love. Music is my love.

    I chillax with my Photoshop works, and don't like to make them complex. By the way, I love dinosaurs. Love 'em to death. Rawr, baby. ;D​
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Oct 8, 2008, 15 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  15. Pistol Schoolboy
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    Belanova

    Yet again, the Spanish culture creates yet another spectacular musical star rise. And her name? Belanova. First off, I saw the album Cocktail at Best Buy randomly when I went to go buy some Miranda and Smashing Pumpkins music. Little did I know when I began to listen to Belanova, she was simply amazing in the song "Y".

    I must say I am impressed with the sound of her music. And it makes me want to dance to it. It's sort of like a mix between DJ Tiesto's "Beautiful Things" rhythm and Miranda's beautiful voice and lyrics. I recommend to anyone to listen to this wonderful music.

    However, has anyone else listened to this wonderful singer?
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Oct 8, 2008, 0 replies, in forum: Music
  16. Pistol Schoolboy
    The question is pretty much spoken for itself. xD

    I do believe growing up with Red Hot Chili Peppers and The Dead Kennedys. But what I still listen to now, would be New Found Glory and Pennywise, which were the bands I still can't get over. Their sound was pretty much the most incredible I heard of the post-punk era of the late 90's through the early 21st century.

    Another great band I listened to was The Smashing Pumpkins, who I so happen to be patiently waiting for to come to the Pearl later this October. But hey, hold on, let's not forget Nirvana and Sublime. But other than that, I can't remember any others, ahaha.
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Oct 8, 2008, 29 replies, in forum: Music
  17. Pistol Schoolboy
    Alright, two days ago, I went to an audition for a play called Clair, which is a terrible ripoff of my play, Curse or Massacre. I'm not being narcissistic, it is seriously a ripoff of mine. Discussed this story with my jerk-off Theater teacher and he said he wanted to try and make it out into his own way. I said I'd agree if he gave me credit.

    And plus, he couldn't steal it. Most people at this school know me and the play of Curse or Masscare. There is no way they couldn't spot this from a mile away. Hilarious when he revealed the plot of the news. By the way, I have no idea why I accepted him to be on the show. He gave me no credit whatsoever, and acted like an entire ****** about it. Demanding people to audition for such a mediocre spinoff.

    Why do I think it's mediocre? It's exactly like mine. Nothing is changed but the title. The synopsis is simple: a girl named, Clair ( how creative of my teacher ), and she suffers from this curse where if she falls in love, that she is doing nothing but sacrificing the boy or family member and making the curse exceed and increase her suicide possibility.

    And then, she falls in love with a boy who has the same curse, and they try to reverse the curse as much as they can. But one thing seems to be working when they begin to fall in love, and nothing happens ...

    And I auditioned for it because, well, I wanted to see what he did to it. Absolutely nothing, did he change. Literally. Same story, same wording, and the same DAMN THING. The entire typed version was mine. MINE. And as I saw on the promo and the paper, nothing of it, was credited.

    That's fucked up.

    What is your view on it?
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Oct 7, 2008, 10 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone
  18. Pistol Schoolboy


    Depressing Announcement

    I am very sad to inform you all at KHV that this is my last story in a long time. I am taking a giant hiatus from writing stories to recollect on high school, seeing how it's colliding my time. Hell, this story took about a month to finish because of school, but hey, oh well.

    I hope you all don't mind this hiatus announcement, and I hope you enjoy this story. I promise you, it will be finished.

    Backstory

    All I really have to say, is that this was a time consuming, but fun story to write. It's based off a friendship of two of my greatest friends, Chii and Sutsuki. Trust me when I say their friendship is very inspiring, which is the result of this story.

    Pixelated Elegance
    Chapter 1

    Pink hair being ever so vivacious in the radiance that is the sun. Her hair breezing in the perfect wave of motion as the wind. Closing her eyes, she held two fingers to keep her bangs from getting in her face like a pin. Before this girl knew it, there was a voice echoing through the silence of Chiiyo's, the beauty, solitude.

    "Chiiyo!" A waving, brown haired girl shifted beyond the hills with a bright smile on her face. Surely, today would be a fantastic solstice.

    "Yes, Sumiko?" yet another Japanese name escaped the lips of a ninth grade girl. As the other girl catched up with Chiiyo, light panting had processed softly.

    "Hey, took me forever to catch up to you, Chiiyo. Why does this hill have to be so high?"
    "The breeze is nice, of course."

    Handing an object over to Chiiyo, was a cell phone. Herself, was rather puzzled as to who would call at such a time as nine o' clock in the morning. Answering the phone which has such an odd, unknown number, Chiiyo prepared herself for something strange to happen.

    No response. Now, that was strange. But what stuck Chiiyo was what Sumiko said in return as Chiiyo handed back Sumiko the cell phone. "Hm, weird. He was talking earlier." How random this situation held up to be.

    It wasn't long before Sumiko and Chiiyo found themselves walking along a street to grab something for a bit of snacking. Stomachs growling, and music moving along with the bright paven street. Both of them couldn't manage the ability to talk, unbelievably.

    Once entering the door of a convenience store, Chiiyo noticed something different. A valiant, blue haired boy was smiling as the two walked in. Leaning upon the counter, he dressed in his normal apparel of a skin tight white hoodie, and some minorly baggy faded light blue jeans. His hair was rather straight, but still had poofs that made a perfect example of hair.

    Chiiyo's glance couldn't keep off the boy. Her composure went straight and a smile stretched slightly upon her face. It was cute, instant love. And what couldn't get anymore cute when the boy opens his eyes and does the same, exact treatment as the pink haired beauty.

    Already, the boy was studdering. "W-welcome." Chiiyo couldn't help but blush. One hand covered her mouth cutely as her legs formatted in an "X". As if the she couldn't get any cuter in that red striped, skin tight shirt and light blue skirt with knee high white socks.

    Sumiko walked over to Chiiyo, not wanting to interrupt, but softly let her hand embrace Chiiyo's shoulder, and basically pulled her from the boy. Gasping by surprise, Chiiyo nearly felt like having a heart attack. Pouting cutely, she whispered over to Sumiko in embarrassment.

    "Oh, come on, I was just about to talk to him."
    "You couldn't talk to a boy even if you had someone backing you up." Sumiko gave a chuckle.
    "I don't see what's so funny."
    Sumiko cuddled with Chiiyo to help make her feel better. "Oh, don't get all angry about it."

    The serene boy at the counter could only chuckle at their friendship. They seemed so greatly connected. Chiiyo surely was adorable, to his opinion. "The name's Kohei." It was rather unusual to hear a guy just say his name ever so randomly. But, already, Chiiyo instantaneously rolled with it.

    Chiiyo felt like in a trance as she breezed right over to the boy. Of course, Sumiko followed in case Kohei tried to pull anything. "K-Kohei, huh? M-my name is Chiiyo ..." On the inside, Chiiyo felt like her heart couldn't get any more warm. Sumiko, on the other hand, couldn't stop laughing. Of course, she would refrain to not embarrass her friend.

    It turned out to be snickers soon later. "That's n-not funny, Sumiko!" Turning her back, Sumiko tried her best not to laugh to hard. Giggling like a child, yet couldn't stop but feel jealous for the two.

    However, how could it be so sudden? It felt as if the day just went a bit too fast. But to interrupt this beautiful scene of future relationship, a stomach began to growl simultaneously between Chiiyo and Sumiko. "That's it! I'm getting something to eat." Chiiyo and Kohei giggled together as Sumiko went to go get some food real quick. Chiiyo followed after, with her assistance.

    Soon after the store, the two wave off to Kohei. Chiiyo, hoping to see Kohei again yet some other time. Yet still, something latched onto her as she left the store. Something so unfamiliar for the both of Kohei and Chiiyo. Once Chiiyo left the store, Kohei was holding his heart with one hand. Silently panting to himself, trying to keep his composure. With Chiiyo hiding her eyes with her bangs, trying to hide a blush from Sumiko. Her teasing working perfectly.

    But what latched to the two of Chiiyo and Kohei? Pure first love. However, it wouldn't be for Sumiko make this moment actually happen. Friendship is true, and Chiiyo felt so grateful, right at that moment, for this day that suddenly hit her with such happiness.

    However, it still came to mind as to, how, how did this happen to quickly? Was it destined? Was it meant to be? It was all so very confusing. And later that night, as Sumiko and Chiiyo were sleeping over in Chiiyo's room, it came to mind yet again. Smiling ever so cutely, Chiiyo's bangs twitched like cat ears as Kohei kept coming to mind. And of course, the friend noticed a mile away.

    "Thinking of Kohei, I see?" Emphasizing the ending of 'see', Sumiko creeped up to Chiiyo and hugged her. Teasing her, as usual. "Oh my, Kohei. Please, not there!" Instantly, Chiiyo was already thinking of that situation.

    "Damn it, Sumiko! Stop making me think like that!"
    "Rather protective are we? That's only a symptom of love."
    "Hey, hey, it's not that obvious is it?"
    "I hope that question was rhetorical, dear."

    Giggling, the two of them, the night seemed to be a night of chatting for their loves. However, it all seemed to be collided with what they thought would be great when Kohei and Chiiyo meet yet again.

    "So, what do you think I should do next time I meet him?"
    Sumiko, playing on the computer, checking some sites, she giggled lightly. "Get his cell number."
    "Are you sure it's not too sudden?"
    Spinning around in her chair cross-legged, Sumiko faced Chiiyo, then nodding. "Positive, Chiiyo."
    "If you says so ..."

    Chiiyo began to trail off, her index finger leaving repetitive circles in the bed sheets. Yet, through and out those circles, formed a heart, all of the sudden. With that beginning, Chiiyo began to give a coy smile of love down at the heart.

    Narrowing her attention over to the love stricken Chiiyo, the brunette Sumiko turned to her with a confident smile on her face. "He's perfect for you, from what I can already see." Chiiyo got her attention away from the heart with a confused look on her face.

    "I think so, too ..."

    Sumiko suddenly began to sprout some giggles and laughter, but rather in joy then to embarrass. Chiiyo was so glad to have a friend quite like Sumiko. Without her confidence for the two, Kohei and herself, it would've never turned out like this. And once Sumiko began to giggle a bit more, Chiiyo became contagious with the laughter, beginning to giggle with her.

    And with that, the night, the beautiful day that came yet so sudden, began to end with the beauty of the moon shining through as if a jewel. There is no, absolutely certain, way this could ever go wrong.
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  19. Pistol Schoolboy
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    Jerome



    Why must you be so sexy?

    Well, in a no homo way, but still, seriously.
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  20. Pistol Schoolboy


    Well, Alex and many others who have asked, I have finally made a guide to how I straighten my hair.
    I'd like to add for those people who draw conclusions,
    that I am not saying or implying people suck at straightening their hair.
    I'm just trying to help.

    So, here we go ! <3

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    Utilities Needed:

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    Straightener and a comb.
    My recommendation are that you have a normal sized, convenient straightener and a comb with a larger spike to it.

    Step One:

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    Wait for your straightener to warm up, of course.

    Step Two:

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    Whilst your straightener is warming up, comb through all of your hair slowly.
    Being very patient is what you are going to need to be to straighten your hair properly.

    Comb your bangs down to your face, and the sideburns to the sides, of course.
    Don't have anything pointing in a opposite direction.
    It will mess up the process.

    Step Three:

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    Once your straightener is warmed up and your hair is remained combed, begin to medium sized pieces of hair.
    Then, begin to straighten slowly and thoroughly. Don't go fast.

    Continue this process with the rest of your hair, as usual.

    Tip:

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    If you have annoying curls, take that strand of curl and hold it between two fingers, and brush very delicately through it.
    Might want to continue this process to the strand about five times approx.

    Step Four:

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    Once hair is straightened, you must comb down delicately, like previously, across all of your hair.

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    Congratulations ! You have your hair straightened ! But there are still more steps.

    Step Five:

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    Shake your hair as you usually do. And I recommend you please do this. It's pretty much mandatory that you do this.

    Step Six:

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    Here is the final step. All you have to do is fix around with your hair to fit your likings.

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    And there you have it ! All you need to know to help with straightening your hair !

    Good luck, and Alex, you're welcome. xD​
    Thread by: Pistol Schoolboy, Sep 28, 2008, 24 replies, in forum: The Spam Zone