KronshiAlso not to double post, but @pyroman, I hope you know "everyone" includes you >:3c
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STATUS: Remember my joke theory about how the world ended in 2012 and each subsequent year has just been a layer by layer descent into hell? It feels less and less like a joke each year. 4 yrs agoStatus
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Remember my joke theory about how the world ended in 2012 and each subsequent year has just been a layer by layer descent into hell? It feels less and less like a joke each year.
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Bro it's so weird thinking I was 15 when I joined here. I'm turning 21 in March. Time is a scam.
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MISERY ABOUNDS! WE WILL NOT HEAL.
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@tobiax aaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, Thank you! I was really scared of it being too long so it went through a lot of edits and cuts, so it means a lot. Orz
@EnterTheHero Oh god I just noticed one. Whether she like it or not, why am I like this //wHEEZES
To be fair to myself, the original sentence was Like it or not, but still.
Thank ye though!
EDIT: Fixed a few but there's probably still some grammatical errors. I've got three screaming kids I've been looking after since yesterday, so hopefully my grammar will be a bitter better once I've only got one screaming kid to deal with.
To be fair to myself, the original sentence was Like it or not, but still.
Thank ye though!
EDIT: Fixed a few but there's probably still some grammatical errors. I've got three screaming kids I've been looking after since yesterday, so hopefully my grammar will be a bitter better once I've only got one screaming kid to deal with.
@EnterTheHero aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA IT'S SUPER LONG (it was even longer before X__X) AND PROBABLY NOT THE BEST, BUT IT'S BEEN DONE //wHEEZES
I...uh...Hope that last bit was okay. I realized there weren't any crest holders left so it felt weird to end it with searching for other bearers. ^ ^"
EDIT: Py, I'm adding a dropkick for that like. >:C
I...uh...Hope that last bit was okay. I realized there weren't any crest holders left so it felt weird to end it with searching for other bearers. ^ ^"
EDIT: Py, I'm adding a dropkick for that like. >:C
Though the buses were rarely ever full during this time of day, usually there were a few other students on the public bus. A few fellow fuck ups and rejects trying their best to cram as many courses as they could through summer school and speed through their education so as to focus on their careers sooner rather than later.
After all, whether she liked it or not, Dorotea was growing up, and she was growing up fast. Only two more years until she turned 18, and after 18 there was no obligation for her group home to keep her, and the last thing she wanted was to end up on the streets or leeching off of a distress center. The sooner she could get school off her plate and work full time, the better.
Why the hell the windows were designed to be permanently closed, she would never understand, especially in this sort of heat. She rarely parted with her oversized hoodie, but today was an exception - it lay atop her backpack, which was set beside her. She let out a quiet sigh, absentmindedly looking out the window, cheek pressed against the frame. Her trance was only broken by a fuss up at the front. Curiosity getting the better of her, she popped her earbuds out and listened in.
"I'm going to miss class, please!"
"Sorry ma'am, I can't let you on without a ticket or pass."
Ah, there they were. Overstuffed backpack and tired eyes. Fellow fuck up? Fellow fuck up. Welp, there goes lunch. She shook her head before digging into her pockets.
"Oi," Dorotea waved, reaching her arm over her seat to pass her fellow student a handful of coins, "I've got'chu."
The girl looked at the driver, then Dorotea.
"You sure?"
"We'll all be late if you don't hurry the fuck up."
Both the girl and the bus driver looked a bit shocked at her words, but the girl gave a flustered "sorry," before placing the money in the ticket box. To Dorotea's surprise, the girl sat in the seat in front of her, head turned to speak.
"Thanks for the money - I'll pay you back tomorrow. I-If you're usually on this route."
"I don't want no money. Just be more careful with your shit."
"R-Right..."
An awkward silence fell over the two. The other girl turned away, and Dorotea popped her earbuds back in. It wasn't until much later that the two talked again. She hadn't even realized the other girl had gotten off on the same stop or went in the same direction until she tapped her shoulder. Dorotea turned around, popping one earbud out.
"Yeah?"
"Sorry to bother again, but, uh...You, uh, a student? At Crestwood?"
"Well, if my reading comprehension hasn't gone to complete shit, that does appear to be the name of the building we're in, yes."
The girl let out an exasperated sigh.
"I mean outside of summer, jackass!"
"Take a fucking chill pill, jeez, I'm just messin' with ya. What's up?"
The girl looked just about ready to roll her eyes and leave, but the school was near barren and Dorotea was the closest help nearby. So with a huff, she continued:
"Can you help me find my class? It's room 237."
"Probably. Ain't far from my old homeroom. Here," she mumbled, leading the other down a series of intersecting hallways. The girl followed close by, trying not to lose her cool as the other began to prattle on.
"No, but really, you should be more careful. We're lucky that the schoolboard pays for our passes at all y'know..."
Good lord, will you shut the fuck up? Please, find your class, leave already, goddamn!
Luckily for the other girl, it wasn't long until they were at room 237. She was silent with repressed frustration, and only once the door was open halfway did she speak again. Asshole or not, she did help, and it was only fair she say goodbye, and then they hopefully wouldn't have to cross paths again. By the time she began talking, Dorotea was already twisting the knob of her own classroom door.
"I'll, uh, seeya a...uh? Hey? You!?" Panic suddenly washed over her, both the blood draining from her face and the bright light pouring out of the now open door painting her white.
"HEY!"
Dorotea turned around, and for a split second, their eyes met.
And then there were no eyes to meet. No girl, no light. Just a simple, empty classroom.
The girl was plagued by the irrational thought that her wish came true. Already, she was regretting it.
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...Transfer successful.
Bearer/Kindness: acquired.
Begin transfer of remaining Bearers...
No further Bearers found.
After all, whether she liked it or not, Dorotea was growing up, and she was growing up fast. Only two more years until she turned 18, and after 18 there was no obligation for her group home to keep her, and the last thing she wanted was to end up on the streets or leeching off of a distress center. The sooner she could get school off her plate and work full time, the better.
Why the hell the windows were designed to be permanently closed, she would never understand, especially in this sort of heat. She rarely parted with her oversized hoodie, but today was an exception - it lay atop her backpack, which was set beside her. She let out a quiet sigh, absentmindedly looking out the window, cheek pressed against the frame. Her trance was only broken by a fuss up at the front. Curiosity getting the better of her, she popped her earbuds out and listened in.
"I'm going to miss class, please!"
"Sorry ma'am, I can't let you on without a ticket or pass."
Ah, there they were. Overstuffed backpack and tired eyes. Fellow fuck up? Fellow fuck up. Welp, there goes lunch. She shook her head before digging into her pockets.
"Oi," Dorotea waved, reaching her arm over her seat to pass her fellow student a handful of coins, "I've got'chu."
The girl looked at the driver, then Dorotea.
"You sure?"
"We'll all be late if you don't hurry the fuck up."
Both the girl and the bus driver looked a bit shocked at her words, but the girl gave a flustered "sorry," before placing the money in the ticket box. To Dorotea's surprise, the girl sat in the seat in front of her, head turned to speak.
"Thanks for the money - I'll pay you back tomorrow. I-If you're usually on this route."
"I don't want no money. Just be more careful with your shit."
"R-Right..."
An awkward silence fell over the two. The other girl turned away, and Dorotea popped her earbuds back in. It wasn't until much later that the two talked again. She hadn't even realized the other girl had gotten off on the same stop or went in the same direction until she tapped her shoulder. Dorotea turned around, popping one earbud out.
"Yeah?"
"Sorry to bother again, but, uh...You, uh, a student? At Crestwood?"
"Well, if my reading comprehension hasn't gone to complete shit, that does appear to be the name of the building we're in, yes."
The girl let out an exasperated sigh.
"I mean outside of summer, jackass!"
"Take a fucking chill pill, jeez, I'm just messin' with ya. What's up?"
The girl looked just about ready to roll her eyes and leave, but the school was near barren and Dorotea was the closest help nearby. So with a huff, she continued:
"Can you help me find my class? It's room 237."
"Probably. Ain't far from my old homeroom. Here," she mumbled, leading the other down a series of intersecting hallways. The girl followed close by, trying not to lose her cool as the other began to prattle on.
"No, but really, you should be more careful. We're lucky that the schoolboard pays for our passes at all y'know..."
Good lord, will you shut the fuck up? Please, find your class, leave already, goddamn!
Luckily for the other girl, it wasn't long until they were at room 237. She was silent with repressed frustration, and only once the door was open halfway did she speak again. Asshole or not, she did help, and it was only fair she say goodbye, and then they hopefully wouldn't have to cross paths again. By the time she began talking, Dorotea was already twisting the knob of her own classroom door.
"I'll, uh, seeya a...uh? Hey? You!?" Panic suddenly washed over her, both the blood draining from her face and the bright light pouring out of the now open door painting her white.
"HEY!"
Dorotea turned around, and for a split second, their eyes met.
And then there were no eyes to meet. No girl, no light. Just a simple, empty classroom.
The girl was plagued by the irrational thought that her wish came true. Already, she was regretting it.
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...Transfer successful.
Bearer/Kindness: acquired.
Begin transfer of remaining Bearers...
No further Bearers found.
All your guys posts look great! I wanted to get one done today, but it doesn't seem that will be happening. Hope I live up to expectations with my post tomorrow!
I'm with everyone on armour evolutions, not big on them and would rather they be led up to if used at all.
And no worries! As long as it goes up. ' v ' b
And no worries! As long as it goes up. ' v ' b
I'm glad it was a reference and not me reading too much into things //wHEEZES
Anyhow, cannot wait to get this thing started!
Anyhow, cannot wait to get this thing started!
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