Is it strange that I want to be at school right now
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Look at yourself, what do you see... I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
(My origin story)
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC! It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
Eugene had strayed from the group, he lifted the seat from his bike and revealed a bottle of Grants whiskey, he'd thrown the bottle of beer he received from Jesse to the side of the school parking lot, he did notice the others had brought whiskey themselves but honestly he didn't like the thought of drinking with them. Twist and off came the lid, he let some of the liquid pour into his mouth before closing it and putting it back in the motorbikes secret compartment. As the others came he grew more and more bothered, people were going to be asking him for some of his whiskey, they all knew, he always had it on him, so he prepared for the inevitable and pulled the bottle back out. He knew people were looking at him, everyone thought of him as some kind of badass, god he hated the title "school badass", he did specifically see Delilah staring, he even made eye contact before she looked away to talk to someone. @DriveEMOut@BoyMom035@Jaded@King Tai@knifeman
@Jaded@knifeman@DriveEMOut Eugene had trouble catching the surprise bottle, he jumped and caught the bottle with one hand then revealed a small knife from his other pocket, he popped off the bottle top and place the bottle to his lips, it was cool and tasted like ass, he wasn't used to beer, usually he'd have whisky but a free drink was always nice. "When's everyone else getting here?" he asked no one in particular.
@Jaded@knifeman@DriveEMOut Eugene pulled up to the side of the car and turned off the engine, his old Yamaha had seen better days. Eugene pulled off his helmet to reveal an unshaven face, his hair swept back behind his ears, a bored expression on his face. "Wild?, dunno...", he yawned and pulled off his leather jacket, he wore a plain black shirt and jeans, in his pocket a cellphone rang, he dug out the simple white phone and pressed the red phone button after staring for a bit. "Yo, Jesse pass me a drink."
Eugene revved the motorcycle in his garage, still working, the engine stuttered then began to mumble the sound a motorcycle makes when it's about to be used, Eugene fitted his helmet on and opened the automatic garage door, lifted the stand and drove out of the property. The party was a few blocks away, he liked parties as much as the next man, it's a chance to be sociable with people from your school, he, however, did not like parties to the extent of a silly girl. A few minutes down the road and he appeared at the school gate, another car was pulled up at the entrance and three people stood at the door, Aaron, Lila and Ramona, not his best friends but he knew them.
Look at yourself, what do you see...
I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?
[color=9e0b0f][u][b](My origin story)[/b][/u][/color]
A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!
It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">Look at yourself, what do you see...<br>I don't know, it's... strange... it's... human, human... music?<br><br><font color="#9e0b0f"><span class="bb-u"><span class="bb-b">(My origin story)</span></span></font><br><br>A long time ago in a land beset on all sides by communists, capitalists and Canadians, Australians and Iranians, dingos and tangos, dragons and ostriches... nothing happened. BUT! Just south east of the strange land was another place, consumed by the greed of past prime ministers, jet planes sold for malls in south Auckland, nuclear bombs acted against in rainbow boats, sheep in dire situations... a child was born, a child who grew to become known as... HUMAN MUSIC!<br>It was not his first name, it was one of many, not the first, not the second, but the third. This name was the result of many days influenced by American media, casual (advanced) roleplay, Japanese animations and internet porn! The first appearance came when he put on the mask of "kiwi", part of an alias used in a nations roleplay on this very website. He grew silent upon the death of the roleplay, he was distraught, he sought to bring happiness to his life and others through roleplay... but it was for naught. The "kiwi" had failed in his task, becoming overwhelmed by the sheer size of his roleplay list, unlike many other people that dedicate their lives to the play of roles, he did not, and he wept. Months later he reamerged, the land had changed, and so did he, but this alias, too, was unable to handle the great size of interest and roles to play. He attempted his own play of roles but in the end... forgot his password... it was truly a sad day for all, he left for a very long time, never to return. But he returned, this time with his new alias, his new identity, he reappeared and embraced the number of roles to play, never to leave again... or will he?</div>