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Meanwhile Vicier is huddled in a corner writing messages to her internet friends.
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep, be- The alarm was cut short as Thane brought a hammer of a fist down onto it, knocking the device to the floor with reckless abandon. "I'm up, I'm up." Thane groaned rolling to the edge of his bed, his sheets falling in a crumpled mess at his feet as he swung them down to the ground. Thane arched his head back letting out a long, slow breath as the images of his dreams filtered through. Since Ate's game was cut short, memories of the day had flickered through his mind whenever his eyes were closed for a moment too long. Ate's game wasn't what had unnerved him so, however. It was his father's actions that left a lasting impact on Thane's mind. The door creaked upon, drawing him from his trance, Erin's ever cheery disposition making its way into his cave-like room. The only light within his room came from the gaping door to the living room that Erin had left open as she made her way in, making her more a silhouette than a girl before his weary eyes. “Bad dreams Thane? Oh well, happy Halloween! Hurry up and get ready, you know this is my busiest day of the year.” she said to him as she closed the gap quickly, her warm palms on his knees, his breath cool against his burning skin, her lips like a roaring flame to the touch. He returned the kiss to her cheek in a half-hearted effort, still confused by their relationship. "Nothing worse than the usual." He smiled duly, pushing himself up as she made her way out of the room, her face visibly red even in the darkness of his room, "I'll try my best not to disappoint." Thane closed the door behind her, stripping out of his briefs as he made his way across the room into the bathroom, cranking the shower on near full blast. He needed a good scalding shower to clear his head.
Stepping out of the shower, Thane quickly toweled off and went for the box of makeup he kept beneath his sink, plopping it down on the counter and giving the mirror a wipe with his hand. His snow-white hair was plastered to his skin and after a few minutes of toiling and waxing it was tightly combed back and meant to stay there until his next shower. He went for the make-up next, applying a creme base to his face and neck, making his skin as white as his hair minus the two black lines that cut down from his hairline to his eyes. Once that was done he emphasised the black lines, creating long thin diamonds that stretched from the center of his cheeks to the peak of his hairline, the diamonds being cut in half by his black eyes. Thane added the final touch of obsidian black lipstick to his lips and then sealed and stowed away the make-up box beneath his sink before moving to his room. There he found a pair of boxer-briefs, black and white checkered pants, and a long white button up that he would wear with black dress shoes and gloves. "But doctor, I am Pagliacci," he muttered, laughing softly at his own joke as he made his way through the cabin and then out into the open.
Thane's costume wasn't as... provocative as some of the others, nor was it completely plain and enthused like the boy he didn't recognize. He walked up to Erin, brushing his hand against her wrist as he stood next to her, "Perhaps I should be wearing high-heels and show a little more cleavage. I'm feeling a little overdressed."
Stepping out of the shower, Thane quickly toweled off and went for the box of makeup he kept beneath his sink, plopping it down on the counter and giving the mirror a wipe with his hand. His snow-white hair was plastered to his skin and after a few minutes of toiling and waxing it was tightly combed back and meant to stay there until his next shower. He went for the make-up next, applying a creme base to his face and neck, making his skin as white as his hair minus the two black lines that cut down from his hairline to his eyes. Once that was done he emphasised the black lines, creating long thin diamonds that stretched from the center of his cheeks to the peak of his hairline, the diamonds being cut in half by his black eyes. Thane added the final touch of obsidian black lipstick to his lips and then sealed and stowed away the make-up box beneath his sink before moving to his room. There he found a pair of boxer-briefs, black and white checkered pants, and a long white button up that he would wear with black dress shoes and gloves. "But doctor, I am Pagliacci," he muttered, laughing softly at his own joke as he made his way through the cabin and then out into the open.
Thane's costume wasn't as... provocative as some of the others, nor was it completely plain and enthused like the boy he didn't recognize. He walked up to Erin, brushing his hand against her wrist as he stood next to her, "Perhaps I should be wearing high-heels and show a little more cleavage. I'm feeling a little overdressed."
Ah, suppose you're right.
Well, that was five syllables,
Have to commit now.
Well, that was five syllables,
Have to commit now.
Wintergrey said
wow it is aliveI am very surprisedthank god your not dead
You talkin to me?
Are you talkin to me?
YOU TALKIN TO ME?!
Vicier said
I suck at this stuffThe hell am I meant to doArgh, what the fuck dudes...
I'm so proud of you
Not even double posting
While writing haikus
Well it would be nice
If you posted in Haiku
For us all to read
If you posted in Haiku
For us all to read
Drake said
Haiku
A haiku's syllable structure is 5-7-5, mate.
See below:
Haikus are easy,
But sometimes they don't make sense.
Refrigerator.
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Eternal shame upon my family.
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Eternal shame upon my family.
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“Dactrin… Meet Tychus… Don’t bother being worried about him, this happens more often than you think…” Tychus heard off in the ether, blackness surrounding him as far as he could see. He was delirious and unconscious, though it had happened enough for him to be aware of it, and that the voice was close by. A dull pain began to spread through his leg around the wound, meaning someone was touching the general area, probably Tris. She had a habit of wanting to be his little helper in most situations. Today would be no different, it seemed. Moments passed by and soon enough the pain in his leg had dulled to something reminiscent of a fracture. Tichondrius could deal with that. It usually took a lot more than that to keep him down. He did make it across campus with a hunk of leg missing after all.
The return to consciousness was incremental, first a glaring white light, then after what must have been no more than a minute or so, the white paneled ceiling he was used to waking up to. A ground seeped out of his throat, his damaged vocal cords making a soft scratchy squeak like a broken squeaky toy. He brought a hand to his head, rubbing his temple as he used the other hand to prop himself up, the room slowly coming into focus. Tychus was familiar with both of the faces in the room, though the boy was only familiar in face, not in name. While keeping himself propped up on his right arm, he signed to Tris, knowing well that the boy wouldn't understand him. "You know I'm not fond of people seeing me like this." He signed, glancing down at his partially healed wound with a frown, "and your writing needs some work. Unless you meant to write; Bird, Fear, Stamina, Strength."
Tychus adjusted himself slowly, taking his sweater and sliding it back on once he was fully erect. The blood he had used to write on his chest was dry by now, not that he couldn't get blood out of his clothes. By now he was rather good at that. He would have to sew a new set of pants though. That'd be a pain in the ass. Tychus stored that away now, being reminded of the other guy's presence when he gave a glance around the room for Jin. Tychus slid off of the bed, landing unsteadily on his feet, bracing himself with his arm. He dropped down to a knee and scoped Jin up, standing up slowly and planting his backside onto the bed once he was up again. "Why is he here anyway?" Tichondrius signed at Tris, "I'm not doing any tutoring yet." While Tychus signed, his sword shimmered softly, a faint glow emanating from between where the scabbard and the hilt met, armour plating forming around his injured leg, the armour going from his knee down to his foot to give him the most protection. Tychus offered no explanation to the new comer, nor did he noticed the action. Jin had always looked out for him and this was nothing out of the ordinary.
The return to consciousness was incremental, first a glaring white light, then after what must have been no more than a minute or so, the white paneled ceiling he was used to waking up to. A ground seeped out of his throat, his damaged vocal cords making a soft scratchy squeak like a broken squeaky toy. He brought a hand to his head, rubbing his temple as he used the other hand to prop himself up, the room slowly coming into focus. Tychus was familiar with both of the faces in the room, though the boy was only familiar in face, not in name. While keeping himself propped up on his right arm, he signed to Tris, knowing well that the boy wouldn't understand him. "You know I'm not fond of people seeing me like this." He signed, glancing down at his partially healed wound with a frown, "and your writing needs some work. Unless you meant to write; Bird, Fear, Stamina, Strength."
Tychus adjusted himself slowly, taking his sweater and sliding it back on once he was fully erect. The blood he had used to write on his chest was dry by now, not that he couldn't get blood out of his clothes. By now he was rather good at that. He would have to sew a new set of pants though. That'd be a pain in the ass. Tychus stored that away now, being reminded of the other guy's presence when he gave a glance around the room for Jin. Tychus slid off of the bed, landing unsteadily on his feet, bracing himself with his arm. He dropped down to a knee and scoped Jin up, standing up slowly and planting his backside onto the bed once he was up again. "Why is he here anyway?" Tichondrius signed at Tris, "I'm not doing any tutoring yet." While Tychus signed, his sword shimmered softly, a faint glow emanating from between where the scabbard and the hilt met, armour plating forming around his injured leg, the armour going from his knee down to his foot to give him the most protection. Tychus offered no explanation to the new comer, nor did he noticed the action. Jin had always looked out for him and this was nothing out of the ordinary.
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Vicier said
"Yeah, of course! People are doing colabs for the quest; and honestly I'm waiting for you and North to post before I put another up for Ky" <-- Was thinking of the wrong roleplay.... I AM SO SORRY
Go home Vicier, you're drunk.
Drake said
AWESOME! Because this is an awesome and seamless meshing of ideas from Supernatural, RWBY, and Black Butler. I'm not sure if all of them were intentional, but I love it!
She's a supernatural nut, so that's guaranteed mate.
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