Grammar Nazi said
XDPoint taken. Should I be a bad guy too then?
You could but...I already had the polos monogrammed.
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You could but...I already had the polos monogrammed.
Feyd saw...something insane happening a bit further down the road, with a girl shooting herself up into the air, and he decided that he had enough excitement for his day off, promptly turned around and walked the opposite direction, praying he wouldn't take a bullet in the back of the head. He picked up the pace a little bit as his heart pounded in his chest. He saw a small diner ahead of him and figured a public diner was probably a pretty horrible place for someone to try and kill him, so he ducked in there even though he didn't have very much money.
He sat a few spots down the counter from a redhead looking over the menu and called the waitress over to him.
“May I have a beer?” he asked the older waitress, who glared back at him.
“Are you 21?” she asked
“Yes,” he lied, but did it with authority.
He didn't know if it was the confidence in his voice when he replied, the scars covering his face along with the broken nose, or a combination of both, but he was rarely asked twice. She brought him a warm bottle of light beer and asked him for $10, which seemed like a hustle to him, but he was already this far and couldn't see the point in rocking a boat that he shouldn't even be in. He pulled one of the ashtrays on the counter towards him and light a cigarette. His nerves caused the flame from his lighter to shoot out a bit faster and brighter than normal, but no one really seemed to be paying that much attention to him.
He sat a few spots down the counter from a redhead looking over the menu and called the waitress over to him.
“May I have a beer?” he asked the older waitress, who glared back at him.
“Are you 21?” she asked
“Yes,” he lied, but did it with authority.
He didn't know if it was the confidence in his voice when he replied, the scars covering his face along with the broken nose, or a combination of both, but he was rarely asked twice. She brought him a warm bottle of light beer and asked him for $10, which seemed like a hustle to him, but he was already this far and couldn't see the point in rocking a boat that he shouldn't even be in. He pulled one of the ashtrays on the counter towards him and light a cigarette. His nerves caused the flame from his lighter to shoot out a bit faster and brighter than normal, but no one really seemed to be paying that much attention to him.
But in all seriousness, big butts are the best.
Post about butts.
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Or you could just force yourself to write about something. Anything. Eventually, good stuff will start coming out. You don't even know how many of my RP posts are distilled from pages and pages of garbage.
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Or you could just force yourself to write about something. Anything. Eventually, good stuff will start coming out. You don't even know how many of my RP posts are distilled from pages and pages of garbage.
Just in case there is someone who is unaware of what a Zippo lighter is.
His act had gotten into town the night before and today was their day off, so Feyd decided he would spend it roaming the city. He had made it no more than thirty paces from his hostel before some maniac took a turn way too fast and almost turned him into a chunky, red smear across the pavement. And then there was the telltale squeal of brakes that are failing and the crunch of a normal sized car suddenly becoming a compact. The small hairs raising on the back of his neck told him there was about to be a fire. Sure enough, before he could even look, he felt the jolt of adrenaline that came along with being near an open flame.
There wasn't really much of a crowd yet, so he could probably get away with drawing off some of the fire and slipping away without too many questions. Before he could even take a step towards the accident, a girl threw water over the flames and doused them. Conjuring water was about as interesting of a parlour trick as manipulating fire, so Feyd decided to go see just what in the nine rings of Hell was going on. And then someone from inside the car shot at the girl, and she took off. Feyd couldn't blame her. He took his Zippo lighter out of his pocket and began to flick the lid off and on.
'Just in case,' he told himself as he slowly backed away from the scene, hoping the people in the car didn't take offense to the fact that he just witnessed an attempted murder.
There wasn't really much of a crowd yet, so he could probably get away with drawing off some of the fire and slipping away without too many questions. Before he could even take a step towards the accident, a girl threw water over the flames and doused them. Conjuring water was about as interesting of a parlour trick as manipulating fire, so Feyd decided to go see just what in the nine rings of Hell was going on. And then someone from inside the car shot at the girl, and she took off. Feyd couldn't blame her. He took his Zippo lighter out of his pocket and began to flick the lid off and on.
'Just in case,' he told himself as he slowly backed away from the scene, hoping the people in the car didn't take offense to the fact that he just witnessed an attempted murder.
I still want to do this.
I'm not starting out evil, so I'll be helping the good guys for quite some time. I feel like eventually the doubt of him maybe killing his dad (because he still isn't sure if he started that fire, or was just lucky enough to escape only slightly burned) becomes a little too much, and with some clever bad guy manipulation, starts to hunt his former friends.
tl;dr, Three cheers for betrayal!! Hiphip!
tl;dr, Three cheers for betrayal!! Hiphip!
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