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7 yrs ago
Current In the beginning were the Words, and the Words made the world. I am the Words. The Words are everything. Where the Words end the world ends. You cannot go forward in an absence of space. Repeat.
7 yrs ago
you feel your statuses crawling on your back
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I love you!
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w.d.y.w.f.m
8 yrs ago
J-Lite is my bias omg (and I don't even like K-pop but wow.)

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Call me Ginger!

GMT+1
Future veterinarian, presently irreverently funny self-deprecator and literature hobbyist.
Casual-advanced. 1x1 and Group RP, no preference.
Up to make mischief, make memories, and make a fool of myself.
And maybe roleplay a little on the side. :)
Dating @Mateotis who is much more active than I am here, but also decidedly a much more gifted writer/poet. Hound him if you're looking for me.
A little sickly and evidently severely lacking in impulse-control, so patience is appreciated in general.

I'll remain forever royal,
I'll repay my parents' debt.
Duty means doing the things your heart may well regret.

Most Recent Posts

@Delta44 Imagine! The first place Shou meets Ryoki, the casino...

...how unromantic. xD

I think I'm going to have Shou ask Yutaro to explain that particular table's rules to him, with something like:

"I'm more of a roulettes man, so trying out blackjack for the first time seemed like something I'd have more of a swing at."

We can also presume, since Yutaro just swapped in, that the table might be considerably empty...
No, @Takashi?
Move him to the chara tab! :D

@Oz Waiting for Livius to show up and sexually harass tease Shou at the casino before I post.
Gives me the time to up my knowledge with casino games, difficult considering I've never been to one.

And a Merry Christmas to you all! Or, happy holidays! :D

@Bozo
Comrade, I don't know whether you were joking or not but at this point I'm too deep in to be dug out.
Will seriously edit the chara sheet tomorrow :')
Shou and Oliver.
They have history in those long ~30 years.
'Nam, Iraq, gene splicing, PTSD, smoking habit explanations, badass stories to tell and the Goretti Case all need to be real Shine City lore.
@Chicogal Boop! About Copen(hagen)...

I think the new profession is much more fitting. :) Though I'm curious now how we would have worked the old one into Shine City.

I recommend attempting to find an animated picture to fit that little description, so we can get a better visual on our man.
But other than that, I see no issues.

@Dynamo Frokane
Boss, I'm letting this one go through to the Characters tab, but if you have anything you'd like to add, let us know!

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EDIT: @Bozo

And since Shou was an aspiring Biologist (and a genetics enthusiast), he suffers PTSD due to the experimental gene splicing he was made to sit in on back in Shine City's headquarters, as part of his education into genetics?

And him and Ollie both developed their smoking habits to try and get away from their pasts?
Because there are some things even a Private Eye doesn't want to have to have seen.
But, @Bozo, are you arresting him?
Or is Oliver?
His ol' buddy, ol' pal?
Especially after... 'Nam?

#NeverForghettiVietnam201X

PS: Ollie and Shou really need to be war veteran brothers in arms.
...gosh golly, that sure was convenient, hyuk hyuk hyuk!

Innovative.
I know this is a thread for bitching, but...

Anonymous. <3

We lov u 4evr
@Bozo Just like in 'Nam. :')
People who call when you're in the middle of doing something and you continue and are like yeah, yeah, uh-huh, please leave me alone.

On more serious notes.

My blood actually boils at encountering wannabes. Especially weeaboos. But there is something I just cannot respect in a person if they throw away all the culture they're born with to be someone and something else that they're not.

And I hate subtle racism. I'm not talking about the active kind. It's very, very real.
...it also tends not to be anybody's fault, but the societal views surrounding white people, that are generally more positive than any other race.
In my part of the world, it's very real. White privilege? I don't know. But it makes me mad my family will not have the same opportunities as a white one.

Oh, and I hate the ideas of tanning beds and whitening cream and I cannot stand narcissists.

...or Donald Trump.
The afternoon had passed fairly swiftly, though it was not without surprise. As Shou went to meet one James Avery after all, he was dumbstruck at the file pushed into his hands, which the boy claimed contained each and every assignment he had missed. Naturally, Shou was skeptical; there were so many bits and pieces that the boy had neglected over the year. However, surprisingly, the file weighed a decent amount and Shou would give him the benefit of the doubt, later in his quarters poring over the majority of the sheets and finding out the boy with the red hair had told the truth after all.
The meeting was kept brief, and he did introduce Akane and James, if only extremely briefly, before bidding them both farewell. He did have other places to be, after all.

@Cirrus
@OppositionJ

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Saturday Evening

...like satisfying his itching gambling habit at Shine City's infamous casino. He slunk into the bright and bustling building wordlessly, just like some of the patrons but equally contrasting with the attitudes of others, hands shoved into his pockets and the short remnant of a cigarette he had been smoking between thin lips bitten by the cold. He licked over them time and again; it was a tell of his when he was nervous, he would bite or fervently lick over his lips. Though with lips that soft...

He was greeted by the familiar sounds of jeering and drunken laughter, and he wrapped his royal blue scarf a little tighter around his neck. Shou did not particularly enjoy gambling at this point. No, that was a lie. He could not stay away. Though he realised it was a problem. And a problem he could not resolve, so succumbed to it, a shell of a man.

He slid into a stool at a Blackjack table, though he had been eyeing the roulette tables as well. Letting the brief thought of how lucky he might be to win the Russian variant of roulette, and end up the (un)fortunate victim of the bullet in the chamber, he looked up at the dealer through tired brown eyes, spectacles that caught the gaudy gold casino lights and a tired smile that would almost evoke pity.

Shou never stayed this way, though. There were always drinks to be had to ease into things and forget. Sending a pretty woman waiting on him with an order of Sex on the Beach, he propped his glasses further up his nose before speaking to the dealer, a man with jet black hair and a natural charm about him, coupled with an air of both smooth omniscience and a warm, inviting sort of smile.

"Saturday nights. Pretty packed, are they not?"

Maybe he would let his luck dictate whether he would return the call to the lovely printed digits on the napkin at the Mochavine earlier that day. Good games meant he'd give them a call. Bad games meant he'd put it off till tomorrow.

@Takashi
@Dynamo Frokane


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...g-gentlemen...?

Let's...be reasonable, here...
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