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8 yrs ago
Current Been working a lot on personal writing projects. Gotta finish my book eventually. Will get around to posting soon.
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8 yrs ago
Personally I like 3 better. But they're both great games. Neither is a waste of money.
8 yrs ago
I thought I had a good relationship with my mom. But the way she's been treating me today makes me think otherwise.
9 yrs ago
I'll be 20 in a little over a month and know exactly what I want to do with my life. Guess I'm one of the lucky ones.
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9 yrs ago
Anybody else think the Pokemon Sun and Moon starters look awful?
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Makoto snorted when the jackass in the back replied to her. Man he needed punched in the face, a couple hundred times. Names meant nothing to her at all, they didn't tell her anything about a person's character, which he obviously didn't have any of. And she didn't fear anybody, this punk ass bitch wasn't going to change that. How dare he make a comment about her scar?! She had earned that scar, and all her other ones too. But this one held a special place in her heart. She liked to consider that scar her first true Captain America worthy moment. "I don't need anything to cover up my scar. Why would I cover up something I'm proud of? Unlike you, I'm comfortable with my body. Your big mouth is obviously compensating for a small dick." She said, in nearly a growl.

Makoto turned back to some other guy, one with purple hair, when he spoke up. "Don't think I won't." Was the only thing she said about his comment. Then she went quiet as she listened to the club leader's long explanation about souls and ghosts. It was all very interesting, but now Makoto had a question. Actually she had lots of questions, she wasn't a smarty pants type and most of what the club leader had said when completely over her head. But something was eating at her mind and worrying her just a little bit. There was also the annoying girl at the front of the class who obviously didn't believe in any of this. But Makoto couldn't really get mad at her for that. Until recently, she too hadn't believed in any of that.

Makoto rose her hand to get the club leader's attention. She had never been afraid of speaking up before, and fear certainly wasn't going to stop her now. "I've got a question. So, let's say a person becomes a ghost because they have unfinished business, after their business has been finished... Can they rest in peace? Or is my- ...or will they be forced to roam the world forever?" She really didn't want to bring up the fact that she was asking about her grandmother, that whole thing was still too fresh on her mind. Maybe after she had grieved a little more. And maybe with people she actually trusted with that information.
I don't want to, but characters that are interacting with Makoto are already moving on from their conversation with her. It's no fun when your character gets left behind.
Gosh if you guys keep posting this fast I may need to drop out. I can't keep up considering I work.
I can't wait to see Makoto kick Charles' ass. He needs to be knocked down a few pegs.

But that will have to wait until I get home from work.
Managed to get one up before work. It would have been longer, but I literally have to leave for work in a minute or two.
Makoto was sitting somewhere in the middle of the group, where she could easily attack just about anyone if need be. With a group like this, you never knew what going to happen. She recognized a few people who were troublemakers, some of which she had chased down before. She sat up with her back straight and her legs crossed, and made sure to meet the eyes of the people around her at least once before turning her attention back to the club leader. She had never expected to be a part of this Occult Club thing, but after seeing the ghost of her grandmother, she was a believer now.

She stayed quiet when the club leader asked somebody to explain what ghosts were. Because, honestly, she didn't know the answer. She was still new to this whole thing. Some jerk in the back was messing around on his phone, you could easily hear it. Makoto was about ready to say something, but for now was holding her tongue. She may not have looked imposing, but that guy was about to find out just how scary she could be. As the phone sounds suddenly changed to extremely loud game volume, Makoto decided it was time to act. Slowly she turned to face the back, but didn't stand up, yet.

"Excuse me jackass, but some people actually care about this stuff. You have three options, turn the volume down, get out, or prepare to have my foot shoved up your ass." She said in a very calm and controlled voice. Makoto got ready to act, because she would have to depending on his answer. She had been in a rather foul mood lately, considering it had only been a week since her grandmother's funeral, so her reactions had been a lot more violent than usual. The guy with no consideration for others better watch out.
Yay were getting things going! I'm probably not going to be able to post until after I get home from work.
@AirBender so Isacc's prolly gonna make your character feel bad about assuming he's a perv...


Not even close. She has to assume every guy who comes up to her is a pervert in order to protect herself. She wouldn't feel bad even if he had started crying and told her he was upset about her assumption.

Word of advice for the future, don't try to assume things about another person's character. That can make certain people mad. It didn't me, but of course I can't speak for everyone. Just remember, the creator knows a character better than anyone else ever will.
I know. I do really hope this gets going nicely~!

And I have an idea for how to start....that may or may not involve Sei messing with Makoto!


If you wanna plan something out with our characters just PM me!
Saya could literally feel eyes roaming her body. That was one of the bad things about being a Dancer, the outfits attracted a lot of attention. It also attracted a lot of weirdos and perverts. She had lost count of the number of times people had come up to her hoping to get a...private dance, through flattery and mainly trying to get her drunk. It always turned out badly, for them. It even seemed to follow her here, as some unfamiliar figure walked up to her and started to try and strike up a conversation. He used the famous Dancer trick, one of the oldest ones in the book.

Saya plastered a convincing fake smile on her face. She was famous in Sihala, but outside of it she was pretty much unknown. "That's right!" She said in a cheery voice. "I performed just two nights ago at a nearby village, perhaps you saw me there?" A lie of course, and when this Issac guy tried to play off of it, to get closer to her, she would shut him down so fast his head would spin. She hated guys like him, they were definitely the worst part about dancing. She put her hands on her hips and popped one out to the side as she waited for his answer. She couldn't remember seeing this guy before, where had he come from anyway?

Then again, she hadn't been paying attention to every soldier in this place, maybe he had just been hiding or something. Anyway, Saya was definitely suspicious of this Issac guy. Whoever he was. A third voice joined the argument above. Had they finally decided to get a third opinion? Saya wondered who the brave soul was who had gotten between the two woman. She also wondered what they had decided on. Well hopefully they would be told soon. After all, it was their lives that were going to be at risk whatever the two woman decided. It was only fair that they be told.
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