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From Oscar to Raspberry - Humorous Movie Synopsis Thread

Kingsman: The Secret Service - Samuel L Jackson reads Cell by Stephen King and thinks it's a great idea.

Beneath Our Skins | Friendships Last Forever

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Manky Connelly

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Time: 10:20 - 10:50
Location:Lakeside
Interacting with: Everyone via text - Seamus @TheIrishJJ via - Everyone already at lakeside

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Manky’s eyes squinted open to the new day. He brought his hands up to his eyes, rubbing out the sleep, as he sat up in bed. He grabbed his phone, reading through the group chat texts he had missed out on. He skimmed through the texts, before responding with his own in kind.
To: The Squad
Just give us half an hour. I’ll be there bout 11. was his matter of fact response. Manky always typed out his texts in full sentences, he never used ‘text speak’. In fact, it was probably easier to understand his texts than when he actually spoke.

He turned his attention to the text from Seamus.
To: Seamus
Why is it I live above a pub yet you’re always the one bringing the booze?’
He followed up this first message with another quick text to Seamus.
I think you’re trying to figure out just how mashed I have to be, but it ain’t gonna happen mate! Haha
Seamus and Manky were best mates, even if Manky did make constant jokes implying that Seamus was attracted to him. As the two foreigners of the group, and coming from countries that were very close to each other both geographically and culturally they had naturally gravitated towards each other.

Manky tore back the covers on his bed, pulling himself to his feet and shambling into the bathroom. He couldn’t be bothered to have a full shower. He had showered yesterday, it would be alright. He splashed some cold water on his face from the tap, and dried it off with a towel. Stepping back into his room, he opened a drawer, pushing back items that had been strategically placed to conceal what he was looking for: a tin case, about the size of a DVD case but around an inch thick. He pulled it from the drawer, opening it up and looking inside. There were 2 prerolled joints, a baggy with a few more joints worth of weed in it, along with his tobacco pouch, rolling papers and filters.

There was no noise in the flat above the Pub, and it didn’t open until 5 in the afternoon so he assumed his parents were out… somewhere.
Manky placed the tin in his backpack and set out about dressing himself. He reached into another drawer, pulling out a clean pair of underwear, socks and a t shirt. He dressed himself in them before pulling on the pair of jeans he had unceremoniously dumped on the floor the night before as he had gone to sleep. Manky’s outfit for the day was finished with a grey beanie atop his head, and his parka pulled on over his shoulders. He grabbed the essentials: His phone, keychain, wallet containing the $30 he currently had to his name.

Manky pulled out the earphones that never seemed to leave the pocket of the parka, inserting them into his phone, scrolling through his music, he picked out Disco 2000 by Pulp as his first song of the day. He placed his phone in an inside pocket of the coat, zipping it up and pulling on his backpack. He headed down the stairs, taking a quick moment to survey the empty pub, before heading out the side door to the car park where his pedal bike was locked against the fence. He pulled out his keys, unlocking the bike chain, removing the chain and relocking it around the bikes frame.

His song was just ending, and Manky decided he wanted to listen to it again. He pushed a button on the side on his headphones to push the song back to the beginning, as he jumped on his bike and set off to lakeside. Manky rode the bike recklessly, paying no attention to the outside world as music filled his ears and distracted him. To be fair, in a small town like this he could get away with it, there was never that much traffic.

He stopped once he had reached his predetermined stop-off before the lake, pulling out the tin from his backpack, and taking a joint to his lips. He had decided he would have one to himself before arriving at Lakeside, but it was then he realised he had forgot a valuable part of the puzzle: a lighter.
He sighed, placing the joint back in the tin and the tin back in the backpack. Looks like a joint to himself wasn’t going to happen. Well, he could, but the local store was 5 minutes back in the direction he had come from, and that was too much hassle for Manky. He pedalled on towards Lakeside.

He saw the small crowd of his friends that had arrived so far in the distance. And of course, it was impossible not to notice the pink head of hair that instantly stood out to him. He closed the distance, pulling on the brakes on the bike as he pulled up close.
He beamed his cheeky smile at the rest of the group, trying not to focus his gaze too much on Ely. He stepped off the bike and allowed it to rest sideways on the ground, before pulling out the tin once again from his backpack.

” Moornin’ dick’eads, any you fuckers got a lightuh?”

Beneath Our Skins | Friendships Last Forever

@spacecakes I can't say yes or no but I'm pretty sure we're full, so don't get your hopes up. I don't know how strict the GM will be about new people now.

I'm just reading through the posts and will have a post up soon.

Beneath Our Skins | Friendships Last Forever

Will be working on a post and then relationship chart tomorrow.

Beneath Our Skins | Friendships Last Forever

Right, I'm gone till tomorrow now, see y'all later

Beneath Our Skins | Friendships Last Forever

I remembered there is one grime song that's really good.

That's when I start promising the world
To a brand new girl
I don't even know yet
Next thing she's wearing my rolex

Beneath Our Skins | Friendships Last Forever

@guineamania Esme doesn't like Grime Music? Americans know about Grime Music? What?

There's some good grime out there.



Wait, no this is garage. Okay yeah grime isn't good. But garage is.

Music Appreciation Thread

@souleaterfan320 As you can probably tell from my signature and avatar, instant 10 out of 10 for my favourite band.

Beneath Our Skins | Friendships Last Forever

I only have a half an hour until I need to go out so I'm going to have my first post up tomorrow.

Beneath Our Skins | Friendships Last Forever

Manky

Manky Connelly

"Have a beer, have a joint!"
-Shaun Ryder

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Name:

Jamie Matthew Connelly

Nickname:

Manky

Birth Date:

05/16/1997

Age:

18

Gender:

Male,

Sexuality:

Heterosexual

Relationship Status:

Single

Occupation:

Works in his dad's pub and restaurant as a cleaner and dishwasher.

In Depth Appearance:

Manky doesn't make much of an impression in his appearance. You'll most often find him in jeans and a t-shirt, with a parka coat on for warmth. His favourite shoes are a pair of comfy Nike trainers, and he is always wearing a beanie hat, of which he has about 5 of different colours that he cycles through. He wears the beanie hat so that a tuft of his thick, curly auburn hair is always protruding from the front. Manky stands at around 6”1, but his constant slouching causes him to appear a couple of inches shorter. He has no piercings or tattoos, though would like to get tattoos one day, but sees it as a big decision so he wouldn’t get them until he found something truly meaningful.

M Y Q U I R K S

Habits | Quirks | Oddities

Manky loves smoking weed, though he mixes it with tobacco to preserve it better.
He also loves alcohol, and always shows up to the party with a big bottle of Jameson’s Irish Whiskey and 2 litres of coke.
He seems to be more proud of the fact that he’s from Manchester than that he’s from England.
Plays guitar and loves Manchester bands like Oasis, Happy Mondays, The Stone Roses and Joy Division
He loves peanut butter and would eat a whole jar with just a spoon if allowed to do so.
Even though he’s English, Soccer bores him to the point of sleep.
However, he still speaks in thick English slang, and is sometimes hard to understand.
He also thinks of himself as a bit of a comedian, but his jokes are a bit hit and miss. He claims that when he goes back to Manchester everyone there finds him hilarious.
He also swears a lot.

Hobbies:

At least 3.

Smoking weed
Trying to play the comedian
Playing his acoustic guitar

Likes:

Weed
Alcohol
Peanut Butter
Music from his hometown of Manchester
Taking advantage of his English accent to try and pick up girls (which at some point usually goes horribly wrong)

Dislikes:

London and the south of England in general
People stereotyping him
Country Music
People who get far too out of hand when drunk or high
Being ignored
Raves

Fears:

The Future
Cats in heat (" They just freak me out mate, they're fucking well weird")
Having his hair cut

Personality:

♦ Honest ♦ Lazy ♦Creative ♦ Irresponsible ♦

Manky is a very matter of fact person. He tells it how he sees it and isn’t really bothered if people are offended by it. He doesn’t really have any big dreams or aspirations, having no idea what he should do with his life. He is very talented in both music and art, but doesn’t believe he’s good enough at either to make a career out of it. He is worried about his future even though he’s too lazy and enjoying his life as it is currently too much to do anything about it.

Manky is fiercely loyal to his friends and is the first to jump in with fists flying when shit hits the fan. Although he doesn’t go out and intentionally pick fights, he’d be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy a good brawl, especially when he has half a bottle of whiskey in his system to null the pain. Manky is in no way competitive, and lacks any ambition.

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D E F I N I N G M Y P A S T

History:

Jamie was born in the city of Manchester, England, where his mother and father ran a modernised pub and restaurant in the city centre, above which he lived. He lived there until he was 14, when business in the pub just wasn’t doing well enough. Faced with closing the pub, Jamie’s family had no idea what to do, when his father’s wealthy uncle in America kindly offered to open his own pub in America as a new business venture and employ his mother and father to manage the pub. So the whole family was uprooted and moved to the states for a new life.
When Jamie enrolled in school, he would constantly get jokes about the stereotypes of England, to which he would explain there was a big difference between the North and South of England, and that he was a ‘Manc’ from the north of England. From his repeated referring to himself as a ‘Manc’ he eventually received the nickname Manky, which has stuck with him ever since. From the age of 16, he’s worked part time for his Mam and Dad, cleaning the pub and washing dishes.

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M I S C .

Extracurricular Activities:

Playing guitar
That’s about it really, if we’re looking at things that are actually beneficial.

Extra:

I did read the rules. But seeing as we’re only a month into the new year I assume I can put up a song from 2015?

Anything Else:

Theme Tune:

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