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9 yrs ago
Current To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind.
10 yrs ago
BLUH

Bio

My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.

Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.

Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.

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"Nice place, ain't it Grovy?"

"Ser."

Edgar surveyed the city of Mauville from atop the hill, his Serperior Grovy coiled round his body. Her head was perched on his shoulder as she hissed softly in approval of the view.

He was in a whole new region entirely. Hoenn, as it were. A far cry from his hometown of Saffron City in Kanto. Overseas vacations were always nice, no? And such a nice gift from his boss. The precinct chief had let him go for the trip for his birthday, which had been two weeks ago. Edgar had been trekking through Hoenn ever since. Not long after he'd arrived in Hoenn by ferry, he'd made his way from his starting point in Slateport towards Mauville. The long way around, of course. He'd gone west after leaving Slateport, cutting through Oldale and Petalburg. The woods outside Petalburg were his first real taste of adventure, and Grovy had been a big help then.

After Petalburg, he'd come out straight to Rustboro and taken a rest there. There, he'd heard talk of a mountain to the northeast called Mount Chimney, apparently a semi-active volcano that still spewed ash. That had totally piqued his interest. Asking around, he'd found out that the best way to the mountain was through Mauville in the east. That was how his destination was set.

It'd been just about two weeks. Maybe more. Maybe less. He hadn't been keeping track. But Edgar was tired, so was his team, and here laid Mauville. Next stop on his way to Mount Chimney.

With a tired but satisfied smile on his face, he sat on the grass and unzipped his pack. Almost immediately, one of the Pokeballs within leapt and burst open, releasing a bright red mass onto the ground. The little (big?) brown dinosaur that emerged from the red light clumped straight for Edgar's side, giving his entire left side an affectionate nuzzle and rub. He yelped in response as the Tyrunt's weight nearly caused him to topple over, and he rubbed its snout while chuckling to himself.

"Runt, what did I tell you? No leaning on people to get them to hug you. You're heavier than you look."

The dinosaur whined in response, which made him laugh out loud. His Serperior, obviously not amused by the little dino's antics, instead diverted her attention to conserving her energy. She laid down on his shoulders and closed her eyes, resting for the moment. Edgar grabbed a sandwich out of his pack and tucked in to his snack while he gazed out over the city.

"Don't worry fellas, we'll be at a Pokemon center soon enough. Y'all can rest there. Then we can explore the place and maybe find some more supplies."

Grovy hissed softly in response, while Runt instead tried to go for the sandwich he was eating. The dino's head suddenly occupied his entire lap, making him chuckle.

"Yes, Runt, I know. We'll get more food for you too."

Once he was done with his light snack, he dusted crumbs off his shirt, stood and patted his Tyrunt's head.

"Right fellas, let's be on our way. And don't lag behind this time, Runt."

With Grovy coiled around him, he set off down the hill, making straight for the red-roofed building he could see in the distance. The Pokecenter. Rest stop for the day.
Done.

Kane's panicking.
Mother fuck. Editing.
Matsumoto Hantaru


The teacher's voice cut through the murmur. Picked up his cheer in his voice.

He was behind me in the hall. I turned and found it to be Mister Iemasa. Homeroom. Married. Loved history. Would marry it if he had the chance. Overall nice guy.

I checked my watch and nodded to his question.

"Yeah, mister Iemasa. Heading for Lit. What about you? Just finished with your class? I can see you're positively radiating energy."

Truth be told his pep didn't really rub off on me. It got...grating, at times. I knew the guy was really into his job, and don't get me wrong that's a good quality to have. But sometimes there's getting too into it, and then there's getting too into it, catch my drift?

I didn't have any bad feelings for the guy though, so I stopped. Barely anyone outside of Lit and Soccer club talked to me anyway. Nice to chit chat with someone.

I think it was the coat though.

Definitely the coat.
HONK HONK
THE IZUKI SWEARING TRAIN STOPS FOR NO PASSENGERS
ONE WAY TRIP TO "FUCK IN EVERY SENTENCE"-VILLE
Izuki Goemon


"A- Bu- What the fuck?! This is fucking insane!"

The little blue thing was insane! Izuki held onto Mari all the tighter as he elaborated on their predicament. THey were apparently in a place for dead people but...they were alive? How was that even remotely possible?! Was it the same all the other times she'd been stuck in the Twilight Zone ever since she discovered it?

The thoughts and revelations and more thoughts raced through her head. Her knees felt weak, and for a moment, Izuki thought she was actually going to pass out from the sheer confusion.

Another shudder through the train car brought her back to her senses. Things were changing around her, people were talking, and she didn't like the situation. Not one bit.

So she took her stand.

As the little blue wisp thing handed a small gold compass to the brown-haired girl, she gently let go of Mari.

"Mari, you hang right onto that pole and don't let go, alright? I'm gonna go have a word with all these chucklefucks."

With that, she swept her long black hair out of her face and strode forward, a snarl on her face.

"Alright, ladyfucks, enough with the fucking sob stories and fuckery! As much as he, and everything else around here, is freaking me the fuck out, blue thing is right! We stay still like a bunch of retards, we die! So why not you all get your thumbs out of your fuckholes and move down the fucking train car! The further we get away from whatever fucking stupid thing is coming, the better!"

Izuki shoved through what small crowd was in her way, picked up the blue wisp and deposited him on her shoulder. Then, she grabbed onto the unconscious boy's body and lifted him bodily, draping him over her other shoulder in a fireman's carry.

"I'll carry the sleeping fuckwad here, someone go help Mari over there. She's blind."

With that said, she began moving back the other way down the train car and away from the rumbling. But not before she turned and addressed the gathering one more time.

"Oh, and my name's Izuki, and don't make me fucking repeat it again. Now move! Run or die!"
PFC Kane O'Connor


"Yeah just noticed- "

The report rang out half a second later, a sharp crack piercing through the noise. Moments later he saw Callum's vitals in his HUD go haywire.

He'd been hit. Judging by the screaming in the comms network, it was an affirmative.

This wasn't just an exercise. This was a real war.

"F-fuck! Callum's hit! Callum's hit! Corporal Craster, he needs help!"

Panic began to fill his being. His normally steady hands began shaking. Not once during his entire time here had he expected to be at war with Tellosia. Now they were in the thick of it, and one of the men he'd been around with in the loneliness had been shot.

What if he were next?

His scope was already zeroed in on where the scope glint had been, but he lowered it in panic. The enemy sniper might've been doing the same thing.

Just then a round tore through the air, the crack following half a second after. He'd been right.

The panic in him slowly replaced itself with anger. How dare he! The gall of him! To think he could get away with hurting Callum that easily!

"Motherfucker! Callum, I'm gonna get revenge for you! Hold tight man!"

Kane raised a hand and tapped the side of his helmet. His lenses switched through vision modes until he settled on infra-red. A cursory glance over the wall of the sentry tower confirmed his guess: most of the terrain was a nice, dark blue. Cold. And, out in the fields of snow, sat a single, albeit tiny, spot of white.

A heat signature. A slightly man-shaped heat signature.

Apparently the Tellosian snipers didn't have heat-camoflage like the real Interum snipers did. Advantage Interum.

Kane steadied his breathing and gripped his rifle tight, then stood. He turned, sat the bipod down on the ledge and scoped in on where the heat signature was. His scope gave him an accurate distance reading and wind heading, and all he had to do was adjust accordingly.

Then a spurt of white interrupted his calculations. The sniper twitched and slumped onto the floor. He was followed shortly by two more men getting shot and collapsing.

Esther. She was in the same bunker as Cal. She'd been faster.

"Fuck!"

In anger he ducked back down. A fist slammed into the tower wall, Kane's fury evident.

"Mother FUCK! Fucking shit! I did not fucking sign up for this!"

Panic, anger and fear made a powerful cocktail that paralysed the poor scout in his tower. Trembling, he drew his knees in to his chest and held his rifle in his arms.
@Crimmy I'm sorry for the absence. Life.

Would it be still okay if I responded to your npc in kind?
Writing after lunch.
@Fox of Spades It's hot. I hate being in the army.

On the upside I am gonna write my post after I have lunch.
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