Anu said
Excellent. Thanks.Call - gotta a towel I can borrow? ;)
Oh you know it! Nice to see you back here, it's been a while :p
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Philosophy and Anthropology double major with a minor in Classics (Cause I don't want to have any useful skills)
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Oh you know it! Nice to see you back here, it's been a while :p
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corneredbliss said
Haha I'm going to a concert tonight as well, so even if I did want to get an OOC up tonight I wouldn't have the time! But yes, it'll be up within the next few days for sure, not to worry.Meanwhile, please do try and get your submissions in when you can! And again, I did suggest making the characters based after yourselves (you, the person sitting behind the screen) so as to keep the reactions genuine and to help with the process. That's all. (:
HAIM and Sleigh Bells free concert thrown by Levi's?
Don't worry, the character will be an exaggeration of me, but my personality IRL wouldn't translate well into an RP so I'm making myself older and less needlessly existential, amping up my vices, and throwing in a dash a of whimsy. It'll be genuine though.
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I was having trouble coming up with a character that makes sense for this, but I think I've got it figured out now. Unfortunately I'm going to a concert tonight so I won't have time to get anything ready, but you can expect an application in the next few days.
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I'm interested. I'll try to get a post put together for you sometime today/tomorrow.
Remember me? Jack would like to make a reappearance!
Like I said, it's selfish. But I still think it's better to be honest and vocal about my expectations of the group than lurk. I will begin writing my post in whatever down time I have available, which is not much. That being said, I'd also be more motivated if the OOC showed a little more signs of life from everybody.
Sage said
Oh, damn, that's harsh.
It's not meant to be, it's a bit selfish, but my time is valuable to me, so if I'm going to use my vacation time with a friend I hardly ever see, I'd like to know it's not going to in vain for a dead thread. The intent is not to be harsh, but rather to have open and clear communication. By letting the group know that this is how I feel, and promising a post afterwards instead of simply lurking, I had hoped to let everyone know that I am interested in and committed to continuing our adventures together, so long as others are willing to show some interest and commitment themselves.
I promise I'm not as cold in real life as I can be on the internet :p
Edit: Though I am as strange and existential as I am on the internet... >.<
If one other person posts first, then I will after them. I'm currently visiting a friend in Chicago for the next 6 days and I don't want to waste time writing up a post for a dead thread, but if it's shown to be otherwise I will be happy to continue with you all.
Would you mind going further Reaper? Unless you want one of us to set the scene of the Ark we don't really have anything to go on except to just be like, "Okay, we'll come."
When the walls started to rise, Demetrius seriously began to reconsider coming here in the first place. Whoever this Sarah chick was, she was an enormous show off. How many times was she going to use this damn room anyways? Installing raising walls and moving tables all for what? They invented doors for a reason… So you didn’t have to go moving walls every time you wanted to transition from one room to another. And then why on earth she couldn’t have just set up a normal goddamn table who the hell knows… If it had been up to him, he would have saved the money and given it to charity or something for christ’s sake… It didn’t matter now though, he supposed. Reluctantly he forced himself to stand up and walk over to the center of the room, shaking his head as he did so.
Taking another puff off his vape, Demetrius wondered how his monkey was doing, all alone in that shitty motel. Normally he would have found something 5-star, but for some reason he guessed that they would have had a problem with letting a monkey inside… As if he wasn’t a beautiful, well-mannered, and refined creature. Either way, he was potty-trained, so Demetrius really couldn’t see the problem. But the only thing more boring than this meeting was arguing with the manager of a 5-star hotel about the cleanliness and respectability of your pet monkey, so the motel it was. Plus, they probably had less quips about the enormous light machinegun and set of heavy armor in his suitcases…
Bringing his thoughts back to the task at hand, Demetrius began to pay attention as the information in the presentation took a turn for the worse. Sure, he had come to find out why he was created, and listening to Sarah’s speech about their creation had been worthwhile, but this was something else entirely. Demetrius was no fool, he instantly began to see the pattern in the Ark’s data, and there was definitely something out there with the Ark’s children locked in their sights.
Hopefully his monkey was okay…
“You talk about our purpose like it matters what our creators wanted from us. You talk about us as if we’re anything more than one of the countless other poor bastards out there; wandering aimlessly through these arbitrary boundaries created by our illusory perceptions of space and time… But the truth is, we’re all nothing but a couple of misguided souls hoping to justify our own meaningless existences through the empty notion you call purpose.” Demetrius said, pausing to take another hit from his vape. “Now, why on earth am I spouting this horribly depressing philosophical bullshit, you might ask…” He continued, exhaling as he spoke, “Because I do plan to join up with you, my brothers and sisters. And I plan to fight alongside you as we battle our way through whatever hell that our mysterious enemy might throw at us. And should it be necessary, I will lay down my own life in this struggle. But you all deserve to know that I fight not for honor, or duty. I fight because I have nothing better to live for, and nothing better to die for.”
"With that out of the way, my name is Demetrius. I like monkeys, weed, and playing chess. I was kidnapped and raised by Aegis to wage brutal counterterror operations in before I escaped to The Netherlands where I became a notorious drug-lord operating under the name The Emperor. My favorite flavor of icecream is rocky-road."
Taking another puff off his vape, Demetrius wondered how his monkey was doing, all alone in that shitty motel. Normally he would have found something 5-star, but for some reason he guessed that they would have had a problem with letting a monkey inside… As if he wasn’t a beautiful, well-mannered, and refined creature. Either way, he was potty-trained, so Demetrius really couldn’t see the problem. But the only thing more boring than this meeting was arguing with the manager of a 5-star hotel about the cleanliness and respectability of your pet monkey, so the motel it was. Plus, they probably had less quips about the enormous light machinegun and set of heavy armor in his suitcases…
Bringing his thoughts back to the task at hand, Demetrius began to pay attention as the information in the presentation took a turn for the worse. Sure, he had come to find out why he was created, and listening to Sarah’s speech about their creation had been worthwhile, but this was something else entirely. Demetrius was no fool, he instantly began to see the pattern in the Ark’s data, and there was definitely something out there with the Ark’s children locked in their sights.
Hopefully his monkey was okay…
“You talk about our purpose like it matters what our creators wanted from us. You talk about us as if we’re anything more than one of the countless other poor bastards out there; wandering aimlessly through these arbitrary boundaries created by our illusory perceptions of space and time… But the truth is, we’re all nothing but a couple of misguided souls hoping to justify our own meaningless existences through the empty notion you call purpose.” Demetrius said, pausing to take another hit from his vape. “Now, why on earth am I spouting this horribly depressing philosophical bullshit, you might ask…” He continued, exhaling as he spoke, “Because I do plan to join up with you, my brothers and sisters. And I plan to fight alongside you as we battle our way through whatever hell that our mysterious enemy might throw at us. And should it be necessary, I will lay down my own life in this struggle. But you all deserve to know that I fight not for honor, or duty. I fight because I have nothing better to live for, and nothing better to die for.”
"With that out of the way, my name is Demetrius. I like monkeys, weed, and playing chess. I was kidnapped and raised by Aegis to wage brutal counterterror operations in before I escaped to The Netherlands where I became a notorious drug-lord operating under the name The Emperor. My favorite flavor of icecream is rocky-road."
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