I do not really know what to write on these things, so I will keep it as straight to the point as possible...
Yeah, right.
A few things about me...
No one should give me a computer or pen/paper when I am tired or I may be very well tempted to conjure up some crazy ideas of world domination. The writer's imagination is the most deadliest weapon in the world, especially when armed with a pen.
I have only really had two ambitions in life: joining the Marine Corps and becoming an author. Unfortunately, I didn't receive the honor of joining the marines due to...complications. I wanted to become an MP WDH for explosives detection or a Blackhawk helicopter pilot (that would have been an army career path, though). The only thing that prevented me from joining was wanting to follow my main career path...being a writer. If I had enlisted, I would have never had the time to write and writing for me is almost as important as breathing.
I do not believe I am in the categories as Anee Rice or Dean Koontz when it comes to writing, but I believe I am fairly decent at it when I put my mind to it and I would love nothing more than to have the opportunity to be published to share my literature with the world. In my writings, I try to speak to all crowds under an array of different circumstances and get inside their heads. As I am planning out my characters, I always remember there are two sides of a story behind an individual: the part that others see and think of said individual and the person's true intentions. For example, a school bully may only be believed to like the pain he inflicts upon others due to the thrill of being the bigger and stronger person, but in actuality that isn't the case at all because he lived in a home where he was taught to believe that violence is the key to earning respect to earn a place in society. That may have been a poor example (as it is two in the morning and the neurons in my brain are beginning to shut down), but the moral of my story is never judging a book by its cover and to read into it in order to understand someone before blindly judging. I try to speak to both crowds in the situation to attempt shining a light on their perspectives so they can grasp a better meaning of one another. I do not think I can change the world, but if I can open the eyes of even one individual then I feel I have done my part.
Are you still reading this hoopla? If so, you deserve a cookie! Now that I got all that out of my system, then allow me to shine light on the reason why I am here...to roleplay! Here are a few of my topics of interest...
I love anime. Plain and simple. Though I wouldn't go as far to take on the title of "otaku," as I am very picky with what I watch. I have to like the art style, cannot keep with subtitled shows, and very rarely do I enjoy an actual manga. (Naruto is my favorite anime, but what the hell were those artists on when writing those action scenes in the manga???)
-Would not mind a good Naruto RP...have done a few in the distant past and quite enjoyed them.
-IDK why but I have wanted to to an Ouran High School Host Club RP centered around the Hitachiin twins where one of them has cancer and is dying, so the crew helps them achieve their dream bucket list before kicking the bucket. If there are any takers, let me know in PM.
-Those are about the only two anime RPs I really feel up to doing. Perhaps Bleach? (Though I lost track after season 3). Future Diaries? And original Death Note RP with original characters.
-And I am not exactly sure why, but I love the (sad) beauty in dramatic tragedies and character deaths... -I must admit...huge yaoi fan (boy x boy love). Do not like yuri (girl x girl love)...unless that girls name is Jennifer. FREAKING. Lawrence. Just sayin'... -If it has a good plot, I will most likely like it...as long as it has strong character developments...
Are you still reading this? Then you deserve every cookie and cake in Georgy Porgy's bakery! I will get that order sent in right away!
*This message has been brought to you by the maniacal musings of the tired and sleep-deprived.*
Tink smiled slightly and walked out the door after Kate. She didn't bother to talk as they made their way away from the ranch house and to the tree line. After sparing a quick look towards the house to make sure no one was looking, she turned back to Kate and offered a small smile.
"Some day it's been, isn't it?" She shook her head in exasperation. "This mission may be over one day, if we can survive to complete the objective. I've never seen such a team that loves to argue as much as ours does. The fact that I start half the arguments myself is completely irrelevant." Her smile returned as she sauntered towards her. While stepping on her tip-toes, she tried making herself look taller as she leaned into her ear to whisper, "I'm still up for running away from these idiots if you'd like." And she was deadly serious, too, despite the teasing tone that she reserved only for Kate's own ears. "Just you and I can complete the mission on our own terms and put our own stamp on it."
There was a little more than an hour left before sunset when they arrived at their post. Minimum bickering had taken place on the rest of the journey, but it couldn't have been helped, especially when Juliano started complaining about the hunger pains in his stomach from not being able to eat every hour. Once they found the place where they were going to set up camp, which was a dilapidated, abandoned ranch home, he had wasted no time peeling himself out of his armor to dry out and pulled his rations out of the bag.
"You poor soul, you almost didn't make it, did you?" Tink asked with the shake of her head as she watched him shove a large mouthful of pork n' beans into his mouth.
"This place is so fucking hot!" Juliano complained as he wiped sweat from his brow. "I cannot wait to get back home. The Deeper South can keep it and all their mutated mosquitoes while they're at it."
"At least they have plenty of food to feed off of tonight. At least they leave us alone when you are around." Tink gently placed her pack on the ground in a corner before rolling the kinks out of her shoulders. She sighed in relief as the bones popped a few times to release some of the tension. Now that she was finally able to move around without carrying the seventy-pound pack, her foot was beginning to decompress and beginning to seize up, which happened every time they settled down for the night. "I'm going to go for a little stroll through the park and take in our surroundings before it gets too dark. Stretch out this foot a bit now that all that weight isn't on it."
"Do you need me to go with you?" Juliano asked, already beginning to stand.
"No-no...it's okay. I'm not going far. I might do a little scavenging while I'm at it. I saw a couple of old computers on our way up the path and thought I'd take a look at them. Would you like to go with me, Kate, to check it out?" She turned to look at her with a raised eyebrow.
Knight Juliano stared at the ground in silence for a long moment before taking a bite of the granola bar. As if he was afraid Desmond would yell at him for even chewing too loudly, he deliberately chewed slower to prevent it.
Tink looked over at Desmond before shaking her head a little in disbelief. She couldn't believe the usually soft-spoken Paladin had raised his voice. Okay, she would admit that they were a tough bunch to handle and personally, she believed the team should be run by someone more assertive to take control of the situation. They had grown too free-willed, in her opinion. And although she helped feed the flames of the fire, she believed they needed to sharpen up quickly if they were to make it back home any time soon.
"I'm the one who started this bickering, so I will be the first to offer my apologies." Without another word, she pulled out a few vials she kept in easy reach in her pack and took a soil sample from the ground, making sure it hadn't been trampled by anyone's feet. Once she was done, she corked the vial and put it back into her pack before doing the same with the water sample she found in a small nearby stream that trickled out of the side of a hill. "Is that good, Paladin?"
"No fair. I am hungry, too," Knight Juliano said as he stared angrily at the granola bar. "I will split my rations with you later for a chunk of that."
"If you could think with that pea-sized brain of yours for a moment rather than food for once-"
"Go suck on a cactus, Tink. Don't you ever get tired of hearing yourself talk?"
"Actually, I am quite infatuated with my intelligence and with the way I convey it." Tink spared a sidelong glance at Kate and smiled slightly, almost shyly. "A fellow scribe would understand, right?"
"What is there to expect aside from the obvious?" Tink said quickly in her usual way of speaking. "The ground will still be covered in fallout like the rest of the soil samples you have collected from all across the country or we would not be living in an irradiated wasteland." She put her hands on her hips and shifted onto her right foot. A few years ago she had narrowly escaped death from stepping on a landmine and barely jumped out of the way before the blast blew her in half; her foot managed to get caught in the blast but luckily it had been saved by Kate. Serving as a grim reminder that death was always marching in step with them, she now walked with a slight limp to her stride and it pained her to stand in one place for too long. They had only been at a halt for less than a minute and she could already feel the all-too familiar pain creeping up on her.
"Let the man do what he needs to do while you two do the same, Tinkerbell. The less we argue, the sooner we can complete our mission and get back home," Knight Juliano yawned tiredly. Although he appeared too laid-back and easy-going to be an alert and capable guard for the group, he was fairly well at his job. Everyone knew that he would prefer to lay under the shade of a tree and stare at the back of his eyelids more than going on long patrols and recon their surroundings, but he took his job seriously when the time called for it.
"Don't call me that!" she snapped. "We are just adding more waste to the land by standing here when we could be finding the materials needed to actually make a difference to this land and help it. Instead here we stand playing in the mud like children."
Jace felt as if he was struck by lightning when he pushed him away, having not expected it nor did he think it would have happened. He tried catching his balance but couldn't quite manage it and fell onto the floor with a hard thud. "Don't leave..." He bit his bottom lip to stop it from quivering and looked at the ground to try hiding the hurt clouding his eyes. With much difficulty, he managed to stand up on his own two feet and made his way towards the door. "I'll leave and find some place else to sleep. Out of the two of us, I'm the one who can actually defend myself." He shoved Basil out of the way with more force than he intended and unlocked the door.
Jace nodded his head absentmindedly as if he was satisfied with the response. He remained silent for a moment more, thinking things over. Yes, he had protected and risked his life to save him too many times to count. He hadn't once hesitated, though, because he couldn't think about living a life where Basil didn't exist. He never knew the difference, though, and even standing here now, staring at him, there was very little difference between the two. Even though he didn't know who he was until now, he had bonded with this person for the better part of six years and never once questioned it. In the end with all things considered, they were still bonded with one another, even if it wasn't really who he was supposed to be. He closed his eyes for a moment to try stopping the whirling of his mind before opening them once more. Basil's face still stared back at him, not looking a day older than when he'd last saw him six years ago. He slid his hand away from his cheek and slowly moved it down to his neck, holding it gently as he felt the pulse hammering against his flesh. For awhile he stared at his hand, a little surprised at the revelation. Moving his hand down a little more to his chest...there was a heart beating against his palm. He was still here...alive in another form, but alive nonetheless, right before Jace. After a long minute, his gaze finally found their way back to his eyes. Before he realized what he was doing, he closed the remaining space between them and kissed him. This time it wasn't a soft kiss like earlier...it was desperate...needy...but most of all he was afraid.
Jace remained silent for awhile as he let those words sink in. He hated to admit it, but he was right on that last part. Even though he wasn't the same person that he'd been six years ago, he had still been here for him and never abandoned him even after he realized he wasn't who he was supposed to be. What did that mean for Jace himself, though? Did that make him a hypocrite for walking alongside this person before him? He bit his lip to mask the confusion that he felt. Slowly, he bent down to stare at Basil at eye level intently. Before responding, he reached his hand up to cup Basil's cheek gently and smiled sweetly. "Is this new person afraid of me? Are you afraid of me...Basil?"
Jace smiled down at Basil as he continued his approach until he had him right where he wanted him. He loomed over Basil slightly as he stared down at him, placing both of his hands on the wall on either side of him so he couldn't escape. "I have to admit, I was caught off guard when you told me that you died a long time ago, you know. I was absolutely crushed, disassembled like a machine and just thrown back together again to the point where you don't even know if it still works right, anymore." He released a shaky breath, his smile now gone. "All this time, I thanked God every day for still having you by my side. And only to think he was laughing in my face all this time..."
Jace's throat was as dry as sand paper and couldn't even hardly swallow to moisten it. He looked off to the side for a moment, deep in thought over his words. Being completely honest he couldn't really concentrate on his words for long before they were nearly forgotten completely. Once again, he turned to look at Basil, eyes narrowed. "Why didn't you tell me when you first found out you weren't...you?" He took a few steps towards him. "We could have figured this out together like we always...like me and Basil always did." His hands clenched into fists. "I could have killed you earlier...I almost did. If you can die again. Is that even possible? I don't even know." He laughed at himself, continuing his advance.
I do not really know what to write on these things, so I will keep it as straight to the point as possible...
Yeah, right.
[b]A few things about me...[/b]
No one should give me a computer or pen/paper when I am tired or I may be very well tempted to conjure up some crazy ideas of world domination. The writer's imagination is the most deadliest weapon in the world, especially when armed with a pen.
I have only really had two ambitions in life: joining the Marine Corps and becoming an author. Unfortunately, I didn't receive the honor of joining the marines due to...complications. I wanted to become an MP WDH for explosives detection or a Blackhawk helicopter pilot (that would have been an army career path, though). The only thing that prevented me from joining was wanting to follow my main career path...being a writer. If I had enlisted, I would have never had the time to write and writing for me is almost as important as breathing.
I do not believe I am in the categories as Anee Rice or Dean Koontz when it comes to writing, but I believe I am fairly decent at it when I put my mind to it and I would love nothing more than to have the opportunity to be published to share my literature with the world. In my writings, I try to speak to all crowds under an array of different circumstances and get inside their heads. As I am planning out my characters, I always remember there are two sides of a story behind an individual: the part that others see and think of said individual and the person's true intentions. For example, a school bully may only be believed to like the pain he inflicts upon others due to the thrill of being the bigger and stronger person, but in actuality that isn't the case at all because he lived in a home where he was taught to believe that violence is the key to earning respect to earn a place in society. That may have been a poor example (as it is two in the morning and the neurons in my brain are beginning to shut down), but the moral of my story is never judging a book by its cover and to read into it in order to understand someone before blindly judging. I try to speak to both crowds in the situation to attempt shining a light on their perspectives so they can grasp a better meaning of one another. I do not think I can change the world, but if I can open the eyes of even one individual then I feel I have done my part.
Are you still reading this hoopla? If so, you deserve a cookie! Now that I got all that out of my system, then allow me to shine light on the reason why I am here...to roleplay! Here are a few of my topics of interest...
I love anime. Plain and simple. Though I wouldn't go as far to take on the title of "otaku," as I am very picky with what I watch. I have to like the art style, cannot keep with subtitled shows, and very rarely do I enjoy an actual manga. (Naruto is my favorite anime, but what the hell were those artists on when writing those action scenes in the manga???)
-Would not mind a good Naruto RP...have done a few in the distant past and quite enjoyed them.
-IDK why but I have wanted to to an Ouran High School Host Club RP centered around the Hitachiin twins where one of them has cancer and is dying, so the crew helps them achieve their dream bucket list before kicking the bucket. If there are any takers, let me know in PM.
-Those are about the only two anime RPs I really feel up to doing. Perhaps Bleach? (Though I lost track after season 3). Future Diaries? And original Death Note RP with original characters.
-Pirates...
-Apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic themes...
-Angels and demons, judgement day...
-Aliens meets ancient astronaut theory...
-Gladiator-type games...
-Anything supernatural...
-Zombie invasion...
-Alien invasion...
-And I am not exactly sure why, but I love the (sad) beauty in dramatic tragedies and character deaths...
-I must admit...huge yaoi fan (boy x boy love). Do not like yuri (girl x girl love)...unless that girls name is Jennifer. FREAKING. Lawrence. Just sayin'...
-If it has a good plot, I will most likely like it...as long as it has strong character developments...
Are you still reading this? Then you deserve every cookie and cake in Georgy Porgy's bakery! I will get that order sent in right away!
*This message has been brought to you by the maniacal musings of the tired and sleep-deprived.*
<div style="white-space:pre-wrap;">I do not really know what to write on these things, so I will keep it as straight to the point as possible...<br><br>Yeah, right.<br><br><span class="bb-b">A few things about me...</span><br><br> No one should give me a computer or pen/paper when I am tired or I may be very well tempted to conjure up some crazy ideas of world domination. The writer's imagination is the most deadliest weapon in the world, especially when armed with a pen. <br><br> I have only really had two ambitions in life: joining the Marine Corps and becoming an author. Unfortunately, I didn't receive the honor of joining the marines due to...complications. I wanted to become an MP WDH for explosives detection or a Blackhawk helicopter pilot (that would have been an army career path, though). The only thing that prevented me from joining was wanting to follow my main career path...being a writer. If I had enlisted, I would have never had the time to write and writing for me is almost as important as breathing.<br><br> I do not believe I am in the categories as Anee Rice or Dean Koontz when it comes to writing, but I believe I am fairly decent at it when I put my mind to it and I would love nothing more than to have the opportunity to be published to share my literature with the world. In my writings, I try to speak to all crowds under an array of different circumstances and get inside their heads. As I am planning out my characters, I always remember there are two sides of a story behind an individual: the part that others see and think of said individual and the person's true intentions. For example, a school bully may only be believed to like the pain he inflicts upon others due to the thrill of being the bigger and stronger person, but in actuality that isn't the case at all because he lived in a home where he was taught to believe that violence is the key to earning respect to earn a place in society. That may have been a poor example (as it is two in the morning and the neurons in my brain are beginning to shut down), but the moral of my story is never judging a book by its cover and to read into it in order to understand someone before blindly judging. I try to speak to both crowds in the situation to attempt shining a light on their perspectives so they can grasp a better meaning of one another. I do not think I can change the world, but if I can open the eyes of even one individual then I feel I have done my part.<br><br> Are you still reading this hoopla? If so, you deserve a cookie! Now that I got all that out of my system, then allow me to shine light on the reason why I am here...to roleplay! Here are a few of my topics of interest...<br><br> I love anime. Plain and simple. Though I wouldn't go as far to take on the title of "otaku," as I am very picky with what I watch. I have to like the art style, cannot keep with subtitled shows, and very rarely do I enjoy an actual manga. (Naruto is my favorite anime, but what the hell were those artists on when writing those action scenes in the manga???) <br><br>-Would not mind a good Naruto RP...have done a few in the distant past and quite enjoyed them.<br><br>-IDK why but I have wanted to to an Ouran High School Host Club RP centered around the Hitachiin twins where one of them has cancer and is dying, so the crew helps them achieve their dream bucket list before kicking the bucket. If there are any takers, let me know in PM.<br><br>-Those are about the only two anime RPs I really feel up to doing. Perhaps Bleach? (Though I lost track after season 3). Future Diaries? And original Death Note RP with original characters.<br><br>-Pirates...<br>-Apocalyptic/post-apocalyptic themes...<br>-Angels and demons, judgement day...<br>-Aliens meets ancient astronaut theory...<br>-Gladiator-type games...<br>-Anything supernatural...<br>-Zombie invasion...<br>-Alien invasion...<br><br>-And I am not exactly sure why, but I love the (sad) beauty in dramatic tragedies and character deaths...<br>-I must admit...huge yaoi fan (boy x boy love). Do not like yuri (girl x girl love)...unless that girls name is Jennifer. FREAKING. Lawrence. Just sayin'...<br>-If it has a good plot, I will most likely like it...as long as it has strong character developments...<br><br>Are you still reading this? Then you deserve every cookie and cake in Georgy Porgy's bakery! I will get that order sent in right away!<br><br>*This message has been brought to you by the maniacal musings of the tired and sleep-deprived.*</div>
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