On my phone at work, I'll have an update this evening.
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Devil Dog
STATUS: They all laughed at Billy Joe and his accent until he drew his Holy Adjudicator bathed in light and fire. The "I Reckon-ing" was upon them. 7 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: Corporal Lance
- Joined: 11 yrs ago
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They all laughed at Billy Joe and his accent until he drew his Holy Adjudicator bathed in light and fire. The "I Reckon-ing" was upon them.
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7 yrs ago
Burn the land, boil the sea... K-I-S-S-I-N-G?
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7 yrs ago
"I wonder why my shirts have holes toward the bottom?" I think to myself, wrapping my shirt around another twist-off bottle cap for leverage.
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Feelin' like a newb again
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Man, Zelda can be SCARY when you learn how to use her. Dem heels doe...
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I'm wired, way too wired to sleep.
It's a bad habit of mine during the nights. Most people would be bouncing off the walls after their second energy drink. I lost track after four and definitely had more just to get me through the twelve hours. It was small wonder that I was an insomniac. 'Sleep is a crutch' I'd tell them, and I'm pretty well known in the shop for staying late and not going the fuck home. Just like I did this morning. My shift ended at six, with changeover occurring 45 minutes past when it should've. That was my problem, I couldn't just step away and let someone else handle it. Everything I did or everything that was going to happen needed to be summed up to the best of my ability and neatly understood both at a professional level and at the level of the amateur. I might've been filling in for the helpdesk, but my other billet was that of a liaison. I take pride in my job and my ability to pick up on what others don't, explain things so that they could be understood, and give a full report. It gives me purpose and it's work worth doing. I was already changed over into civvies and walking around like a zombie when SSgt kicked me out at half past 0800, trying to perfect that report. I couldn't leave things lie like that, besides, there were a lot of things that happened during the day that I couldn't get done at night like collaborate with people. Same thing with at night, when it was daytime in other countries. When I joke with people at work about putting up a cot in the server room, I'm only ever really half-joking.
And now I'm finishing my day how I started it: in the smoke pit. I have a problem, I know, I just don't happen to care. The nicotine takes the edge off, it helps me focus when my brain gets spinning and de-stress when I'm overwhelmed. I practically live in the smoke pit though, and that's the problem. I used to try to rationalize it until I realized that I just didn't give a shit and there's no reason for me to quit. I shuffle my tired self inside, my backpack with my cammies and whatever food I didn't eat from the night before slung over a shoulder. I'm floating on my feet now, it feels like, like my body is a vessel for my brain to get to where it can do it's thing. I dig my room key out of my back pocket, a key card, and feed it into the reader on the door. It blinks red, no dice. Feed it again, no dice. Once more, red blinking... green. The door opens and I shuck my bag onto the empty rack. I'm fortunate enough that I don't have a roommate, and it was a blessing at times like these. The room is exactly how I left it, laptop charging on my desk, the only notion of disarray being my tossed sheets and my running shoes on the carpet with my sweat-soaked socks still in them. Fuuuuuuuuuuck I don't wanna work out todaaaaaaaaay. I don't even shower after getting home, don't eat, I set my alarm for 1600 instead. Should be enough time for me to get a 30 minute jog in, shower up, make it to the shoppette for chow and get ready to do this song and dance all over again this evening. It was past 0930 when I managed to get out of my clothes and into bed, and even later when I drift off to sleep. I tossed and turned for a good 20 minutes, but now the exhaustion is taking hold.
I enter the peace of sleep, the escape from reality that it brings as my heavy eyelids close and I sink into the covers.
It's a bad habit of mine during the nights. Most people would be bouncing off the walls after their second energy drink. I lost track after four and definitely had more just to get me through the twelve hours. It was small wonder that I was an insomniac. 'Sleep is a crutch' I'd tell them, and I'm pretty well known in the shop for staying late and not going the fuck home. Just like I did this morning. My shift ended at six, with changeover occurring 45 minutes past when it should've. That was my problem, I couldn't just step away and let someone else handle it. Everything I did or everything that was going to happen needed to be summed up to the best of my ability and neatly understood both at a professional level and at the level of the amateur. I might've been filling in for the helpdesk, but my other billet was that of a liaison. I take pride in my job and my ability to pick up on what others don't, explain things so that they could be understood, and give a full report. It gives me purpose and it's work worth doing. I was already changed over into civvies and walking around like a zombie when SSgt kicked me out at half past 0800, trying to perfect that report. I couldn't leave things lie like that, besides, there were a lot of things that happened during the day that I couldn't get done at night like collaborate with people. Same thing with at night, when it was daytime in other countries. When I joke with people at work about putting up a cot in the server room, I'm only ever really half-joking.
And now I'm finishing my day how I started it: in the smoke pit. I have a problem, I know, I just don't happen to care. The nicotine takes the edge off, it helps me focus when my brain gets spinning and de-stress when I'm overwhelmed. I practically live in the smoke pit though, and that's the problem. I used to try to rationalize it until I realized that I just didn't give a shit and there's no reason for me to quit. I shuffle my tired self inside, my backpack with my cammies and whatever food I didn't eat from the night before slung over a shoulder. I'm floating on my feet now, it feels like, like my body is a vessel for my brain to get to where it can do it's thing. I dig my room key out of my back pocket, a key card, and feed it into the reader on the door. It blinks red, no dice. Feed it again, no dice. Once more, red blinking... green. The door opens and I shuck my bag onto the empty rack. I'm fortunate enough that I don't have a roommate, and it was a blessing at times like these. The room is exactly how I left it, laptop charging on my desk, the only notion of disarray being my tossed sheets and my running shoes on the carpet with my sweat-soaked socks still in them. Fuuuuuuuuuuck I don't wanna work out todaaaaaaaaay. I don't even shower after getting home, don't eat, I set my alarm for 1600 instead. Should be enough time for me to get a 30 minute jog in, shower up, make it to the shoppette for chow and get ready to do this song and dance all over again this evening. It was past 0930 when I managed to get out of my clothes and into bed, and even later when I drift off to sleep. I tossed and turned for a good 20 minutes, but now the exhaustion is taking hold.
I enter the peace of sleep, the escape from reality that it brings as my heavy eyelids close and I sink into the covers.
The weather's pretty nice out, and here I am. Stuck in this place again. It was kinda serene when no one was here, though.
Another night of helpdesk work at the shop as usual. 1800-0600 every couple of days rotating, doesn't get any more monotonous. I spend most of my off-time sleeping, getting a workout in, or trying to escape the monotony by writing online. It isn't so bad, I tell people. I've had worse. Camp guard was 0700-1900 for a straight week with the next week back at the shop, then you get that weekend and do the opposite shift. Four days off a month? Screw that noise, this is heavenly in comparison. The work isn't so bad tonight and at least I don't need to deal with people. Image a good 20-somethin' laptops to support a requirement by morning, it'll be a piece of cake. The hardest thing about nights was staying awake. And here I am, out in the smoke pit loading up on nicotine and sipping on my second Monster of the night. God, what I'd do without these. It was only 2124. The sun had already been down for a while, making for a cool night with that breeze rolling in. No rain, thankfully, the weather said it'd rain all week. It wasn't quite dead, though. I'd see headlights come down the road pretty regularly, and I could hear yelling over at the barracks across the way just like any other night. I was glad I slept during the day, that'd be a pain in the ass to deal with trying to sleep through. I couldn't have my phone in the building, so I started taking the time to burn one while texting my brother back and forth. Mostly nonsensical bullshit, word games, and funny videos.
♪♪♫~~, ♪♪♫♪♪♫♫~~...
Ahhh fuck. Nobody ever calls me unless it's about work or shop stuff, and it was nearly 2129. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't good. I would've felt better if I got called in after hours because I'd know it was about work and I was all too happy to deal with that. I love what I do, what I don't love is dealing with unit bullshit I don't need to. The number shone up at me from my heavily cracked Samsung screen. I didn't recognize it, down to the area code. But I couldn't just ignore it in case one of the Staff NCOs who never calls me was trying to reach me or it was one of the new Junior Marines. So I swiped up.
"This is Corporal T. speakin'," I answered as I always do.
"Will you accept this call?"
It was the voice of a woman, of course. All the automated messages were. I became annoyed at this point, it was another telemarketer. I stopped getting calls from one of them over a month ago when they were offering me ways to pay off my student loans. I told them I'd never been to college and had to go through 20 minutes I'll never get back to get off their call list. If this was them again, I'm gonna be pissed.
"*sigh* Yes," I responded, already sounding passive aggressive. I was a little curious to see what the fuck they wanted, but more importantly I wanted them to stop calling me. It used to wake me up during the day.
But I never got a response after that. Just a few seconds of silence and then my phone ending the call. I started to thumb through my recent calls to see if that number came up again, just so I could know if it was the same people. I don't know who they are, but I can find out and tell them to fuck off.
"Son of a bitch..."
The call must not've registered in my phone, so I didn't have their number. Awesome. I was done smoking anyway, so I decide to take my energy drink and head back into the windowless dungeon that is work, cracking my knuckles as I walk. I meander left off the path before committing to going in, right by the pull-up bars. I set my cover down, my energy drink down, and take my phone out of my pocket as I jump up for an agonizing seven pull-ups. My hands are still torn from my last two sets out here, and having pull-ups as part of my afternoon workout didn't help at all. It sucked, I hate pull-ups, but the only way to get better at them was to just suck it up. I yawn as I gather my things to head inside, already feeling the mental drain threatening to pull at me. It was gonna be one of those nights. Shoulda got more fucking sleep this morning.
Another night of helpdesk work at the shop as usual. 1800-0600 every couple of days rotating, doesn't get any more monotonous. I spend most of my off-time sleeping, getting a workout in, or trying to escape the monotony by writing online. It isn't so bad, I tell people. I've had worse. Camp guard was 0700-1900 for a straight week with the next week back at the shop, then you get that weekend and do the opposite shift. Four days off a month? Screw that noise, this is heavenly in comparison. The work isn't so bad tonight and at least I don't need to deal with people. Image a good 20-somethin' laptops to support a requirement by morning, it'll be a piece of cake. The hardest thing about nights was staying awake. And here I am, out in the smoke pit loading up on nicotine and sipping on my second Monster of the night. God, what I'd do without these. It was only 2124. The sun had already been down for a while, making for a cool night with that breeze rolling in. No rain, thankfully, the weather said it'd rain all week. It wasn't quite dead, though. I'd see headlights come down the road pretty regularly, and I could hear yelling over at the barracks across the way just like any other night. I was glad I slept during the day, that'd be a pain in the ass to deal with trying to sleep through. I couldn't have my phone in the building, so I started taking the time to burn one while texting my brother back and forth. Mostly nonsensical bullshit, word games, and funny videos.
♪♪♫~~, ♪♪♫♪♪♫♫~~...
Ahhh fuck. Nobody ever calls me unless it's about work or shop stuff, and it was nearly 2129. Whatever it was, it probably wasn't good. I would've felt better if I got called in after hours because I'd know it was about work and I was all too happy to deal with that. I love what I do, what I don't love is dealing with unit bullshit I don't need to. The number shone up at me from my heavily cracked Samsung screen. I didn't recognize it, down to the area code. But I couldn't just ignore it in case one of the Staff NCOs who never calls me was trying to reach me or it was one of the new Junior Marines. So I swiped up.
"This is Corporal T. speakin'," I answered as I always do.
"Will you accept this call?"
It was the voice of a woman, of course. All the automated messages were. I became annoyed at this point, it was another telemarketer. I stopped getting calls from one of them over a month ago when they were offering me ways to pay off my student loans. I told them I'd never been to college and had to go through 20 minutes I'll never get back to get off their call list. If this was them again, I'm gonna be pissed.
"*sigh* Yes," I responded, already sounding passive aggressive. I was a little curious to see what the fuck they wanted, but more importantly I wanted them to stop calling me. It used to wake me up during the day.
But I never got a response after that. Just a few seconds of silence and then my phone ending the call. I started to thumb through my recent calls to see if that number came up again, just so I could know if it was the same people. I don't know who they are, but I can find out and tell them to fuck off.
"Son of a bitch..."
The call must not've registered in my phone, so I didn't have their number. Awesome. I was done smoking anyway, so I decide to take my energy drink and head back into the windowless dungeon that is work, cracking my knuckles as I walk. I meander left off the path before committing to going in, right by the pull-up bars. I set my cover down, my energy drink down, and take my phone out of my pocket as I jump up for an agonizing seven pull-ups. My hands are still torn from my last two sets out here, and having pull-ups as part of my afternoon workout didn't help at all. It sucked, I hate pull-ups, but the only way to get better at them was to just suck it up. I yawn as I gather my things to head inside, already feeling the mental drain threatening to pull at me. It was gonna be one of those nights. Shoulda got more fucking sleep this morning.
If it's alright, there'll be a little bit of time disconnect in my own post. I work shifts pretty often and get stuck on nights fairly frequently, so I'm placing myself in that scenario. My 'before' scene will take place at night, and I'll go to sleep in the morning, but will ultimately enter the 'anime realm' along with everyone else. Also doing this all in the 1st person. Here we go.
Sooo... we got complications. That's why it's taking us time to start. Not pointing fingers because I'm more guilty than anyone, but we started this little game all having responsibilities and knowing that we couldn't tackle it alone and now those responsibilities have come back to bite us in the ass.
I'm still going to try to get this off the ground, but it'll be mostly me working on it so it'll take more time. I'll keep y'all posted.
I'm still going to try to get this off the ground, but it'll be mostly me working on it so it'll take more time. I'll keep y'all posted.
Character's up, I'm going to be playing this RP in the 1st person because, well, I'm playing me. Also, descriptions are what I'd list them as (while still being fairly descriptive, if it were me I'd be all "I dunno, I'm a short purple-headed girl I guess?"). I obviously wouldn't know what kind of "power" I'd be capable of after dropping in or even how to use it, but I took time to describe that as I started out for when I do find out down the road. Eventually I'll be able to do more complex maneuvers like forming armor.
Corporal Lance's Characters
Real Name: Tony
Real Gender: Male
Anime Name: Mazawa Sayuri (Sayuri being the 1st name)
Anime Gender: Female
Anime Age: 17
Class: 3-D
Power: Hard Light Generation
So apparently I can make shapes and stuff like boxes and spears somehow. It's like crystal, a golden crystal. It's actually kinda tight. I control them by... I don't exactly know. It's like stretching a muscle I never had, and it feels like my heart drops when it happens. They're solid, I can stand on some of the rectangles I've made and lean up against them. I can move'em, too. I don't know how strong they are since I haven't tested it yet, but I can't kick through it, it's like kicking concrete. They don't hurt to touch, but they're pretty solid, so if I needed to keep someone at arm's length I could probably hit them with one. I can probably do more than just this if I practice, but I don't know what I'm capable of yet.
Is this suppose to be you? The main character that you will play is going to be you, your personality, everything that is you, except looks.
I get that, that's what I'm rolling for right now, looks. And possibly who I was before I was me, personality is mine so it don't mean squat. Unless our bodies were magically created or grown in a vat, someone must've been occupying them at some point, yeah?
When it comes to age, either 15-18 years.
So I need to roll again anyway. Alright, let's go for broke.
EDIT:
RNGsus apparently wants me to stay a chick, but she's in the age range. This isn't my actual character sheet, by the way, just the results of the roll I'm taking "my" appearance from.
OKAY. HERE WE GO. Rolling that randomized character, 1st pick, I'll screencap what I get. Wish me luck.
EDIT:
So. I'm a chick now. Is 14 old enough for this school, or try again until I get someone in the age bracket?
EDIT:
So. I'm a chick now. Is 14 old enough for this school, or try again until I get someone in the age bracket?
The class and grade that you're anime character is in. Like "Sophmore from Room 2-B" or something. But it'd be Second Year cuz Japan.
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