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.*
Jace's eyes widened upon hearing that news and stared at him intently for the longest. He didn't know whether to be excited or angry considering that they had waited so long to tell them. After a few minutes to gather his thoughts, he decided to go with the latter.
"If what you say is true, then why the hell didn't you tell us about this sooner?"
"Like we actually trusted you when we first met." Kaye rolled her eyes at him. "We still don't know if we can trust you, so I guess the feeling is mutual."
"And I still don't trust you, so why do you think we should believe a word that you say? For all I know, you coul be trying to lure us into a trap." He glared at her.
Kaye cleared her throat and was about to begin when Jace held his hand up to stop her. "Stop right there. No doubt that you know what you're talking about, but I would like to actually understand the bullshit that ya'll are about to feed us."
She glared at him, crossing her arms over her chest. "Listen here, I am sorry that you two got into a spit with one another and aren't on the best terms right now, but you just can lay off, alright? We are trying to help you, you asshole, but you're making me think otherwise."
Jace bit back another smart comment but stopped himself short by biting the inside of his jaw until he tasted blood. After a long bout of silence, once he was able to curb his anger, he spoke once more, "Alright. Let us hear what you have got to say."
"Thank you. Now, so crybaby over here doesn't have another bitchfit, would you care to explain, Leith?"
Kaye was a little surprised to see Jace following after Basil. She knew that he would come back to Basil eventually, but she honestly hadn't expected it to be so soon.
Jace glared over at Leith as he grabbed a chair from another table before flopping down in it backwards. He still kept his distance from the table, but was actually sitting closer to Kaye than anyone else. Although she annoyed the hell out of him and had even went as far as to drug him, she was better company than Basil was right now.
"Just shut up, Rot Face. I'm not in the mood to hear your quips right now," he practically growled. "What are you doing here, anyways? I hope you don't think you're coming with us...because you ain't."
Kaye glared at him in return. "Nice try, big boy, but you're not getting rid of us that easily. You still owe us a vault, and don't even try to get out of what you promised us."
"Actually, I didn't promise you anything. Basil took it upon himself to give you that offer while I was on the brink of death." He glared at Basil for a short moment from the corner of his eye.
Jace tried swallowing the lump in his throat but it wouldn't go away for the time being. It was odd, really, that for once the choice was placed in his own hands. Of course he was able to make the tactical decisions for most situations; in the end Basil's opinion usually won out, because he didn't ever want to see Basil upset, especially if he was the one that caused him to become upset.
He stared at the ground absentmindedly for awhile before releasing a heavy sigh. If he didn't go with him now, then he would most likely remain stuck in this clink of a town and would probably drink himself to death by the end of the month. Alcoholism was a major threat in his family, and deep down he had always known that he would one day, too, fall into those despicable habits and follow in his father's footsteps as everyone had always accused him of doing when he got older. No one had ever given him the benefit of the doubt to do something good with his life, but he had thought helping Basil accomplish his mission would make them see him in a different light, maybe even view him with a semblance of respect. If he stayed here then he knew he would have been proving everyone right, and he just couldn't accept that. He'd started this mission for Basil...and he would see this through in his memory even if he died in the process.
He reached down to pick up his pack and slung it over his shoulder before picking up his cowboy repeater. Without saying another word, he followed silently behind Basil, following him blindly into the unknown as he'd done from the very beginning...
Jace stared at him for another moment before answering, "I will stay...until this is done at least." He remained silent for a long moment before a thought came to mind. He'd been trying to answer this question all night long but couldn't draw a conclusion to it. "Tell me one thing, though..." he swallowed hard as a lump begun to form in his throat. "With everything that happened yesterday...will you be able to move past that? Will you still trust me with your life and can I count on you to have my back without stabbing me in it?" He didn't mean to sound so hateful, but he had to know that despite everything, that they still had a functioning partnership. Even if things weren't the same as they used to be, Jace still wanted to know that they were still able to properly work together.
But why did he care, anyways? In the beginning he had only agreed to do this because he wanted to protect Basil from the dangers of the Deeper South, but now that the real Basil was gone...what was keeping him here still...? That was a question even Jace couldn't figure out.
Jace closed his eyes tightly to try fighting back the onslaught of tears he felt threatening to fall. He took a deep breath and released it, his breath coming out in a wavering force. After he managed to calm himself a little, he turned to look back at him.
"Even after everything I've done to you...even after almost killing you, you still consider me your friend?" He honestly couldn't believe that. "I honestly don't know what to say, Bas...Basil." Now that he knew the truth, he found it rather difficult to say his name. "I don't know what I want from you. I don't know if I want to kiss you or kill you, but...Basil wouldn't want that, I don't think. I think...he would want me to see this through to the end." He averted his gaze. "Despite our situation...the cause is bigger than the two of us, although the only reason I started this project with you to begin with was so I could protect you."
Despite Jace's anger towards him, his heart still clenched painfully in his chest at his words. No...he wasn't a monster and he was being an asshole about this whole thing. Perhaps he wasn't the Basil that he once knew, but they'd been together for more than a decade together and he had grown close to this Basil over the years. Could he seriously throw all of that away so easily just because he wasn't the person he thought he was?
"Why...? Why were you created to replace him?" he asked softly, looking at the ground. "It wouldn't have been so bad if I'd known the real Basil had died long ago. He thinks that I simply shrugged off his death and moved on with my life without a second thought about it." He couldn't help the few tears that fell. "I know you are practically one in the same...but I abandoned him. Something I promised I would never do."
Jace stared intently at Basil for the longest, remaining silent because he didn't know what to say. He tried taking a drink from the bottle clutched in his hand only to realize that it was empty. After curing loudly, he threw the bottle as hard as he could and watched as it shattered into a million pieces.
"You honestly believe that I want to go with you after what you have done?" He spit on the ground at Basil's feet. "I protected you...I saved you countless times on this journey and nearly died in the process to save someone who was already dead. I nearly died of radiation poisoning just to make sure you had enough medicine to prevent you from nearly dying of radiation again. I would have done anything for you, and only to realize you were laughing behind my back this entire time."
Jace groaned as the bright rays of the high noon sun blared mercilessly into his eyes, momentarily blinding him. It had just peaked over the top of the building he was sleeping behind and now there was no possible way he would get back to sleep in the direct sunlight, sweltering in the intense heat. His head felt as if it had been stuffed with cotton with a headache pounding into his skull and his throat felt as if it'd been replaced with sandpaper. He hadn't felt this bad since...well, since he'd almost died of radiation poisoning just last week.
He was disoriented at first and didn't even know where he was, but as his vision returned he noticed he was tucked away in some alleyway behind a rusted dumpster. Out of instinct he looked around for Basil and nearly had a heart attack when he realized that he wasn't with him. It didn't don on him at first the events that occurred the previous day for the haze of his drunken stupor still lingered in his hangover, but once the fog receded he remembered things more vividly than he would have liked.
A surge of anger resurfaced as he thought back to Basil and found himself reaching for the half-empty bottle of wine beside him before taking a drink. It wasn't really enough to get him drunk again, but at least it would be enough to fight off the effects of the killer hangover he felt. After all, the best cure to a hangover was more alcohol...at least his useless, deadbeat father taught him one thing in his life.
He didn't know how much time had passed as he sat there, clutching the now-empty bottle in his hand. The sun had already sat over the other side of the adjacent building, he was surprised to realize; it honestly hadn't felt that long as he sat there. His hangover was beginning to recede and his thoughts became a little more clearer, but even as he realized that he was feeling better in even the slightest bit, his headache returned tenfold as his anger spiked from the sight before him. Basil was standing at the mouth of the alleyway, staring directly at him.
"Dammit...can't you just leave me the hell alone?" he snapped as he managed to stand up. He staggered a little bit just because it was the first time he'd been up since the previous night, so his legs and back were in all kinds of knots and kinks. "You are dead in my eyes, so just stay dead...please." He hadn't meant for the quiet plea in the end and cursed himself for the slip-up. "I don't need you to pretend, anymore. I get it now."
Kaye smiled, almost amused at Leith's play of words. "I like what he said." She sighed softly. "Go find him...now. Don't wait until it's already too late."
"Wait...so you're a synth? As in one of those robot things?" Raider couldn't help but ask, his eyes widened.
Kaye rolled her eyes slightly. "You're kind of slow, aren't you?"
Raider glared. "I am not slow! I just didn't want to interrupt the conversation." He then paused, looking hesitant to say more.
She didn't miss a beat, though, as she took in his expression. "You're hiding something, Raider. I can tell, so you might as well spit it out."
He sighed heavily and rubbed the back of his head nervously, not daring to look her in the eye. "That guy you are talking about...I know where he is. We slept together last night...I-I mean in the same alleyway!" he changed his words quickly so they didn't get the wrong idea. "We didn't really talk much last night, but we did keep one another company. He seemed in pretty bad shape and could hardly even sit up, so I wasn't bound to just leave him there. Who knows what would have happened to him if he was left alone out there at night..."
"So you know where he is now?" You could tell Kaye was being serious because she didn't even make a teasing remark about them sleeping together.
"Well, I knew where he was. He was still asleep when I left, but he could have woken up by now...he was pretty shit-faced, though..."
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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