Sorry, not gonna participate in this one. I wish you luck however!
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STATUS: Getting a new computer to replace my laptop! I'm so stoked somebody might mistake me for the burning pits of hell! 9 yrs ago
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Getting a new computer to replace my laptop! I'm so stoked somebody might mistake me for the burning pits of hell!
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Laryngitis and double ear infections. Today's going to be a great day.
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I typically listen to metal, classical or rock, but here I have found myself listening to a song called "drop pop candy" on repeat for about an hour. I've changed and I don't know if I like it.
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Coolio.
I'm interested as well.
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Forum: Casual Interest Checks
Interested.
I'm interested, but I'll read the OOC before saying that I'm 100% for it.
Xenia --- Xenos
Xenia let out a long breath, feeling his chest press in as he exhaled. He wandered around Central Park, defeated after the outcome of last night's confrontation by his landlord. He'd been evicted. As simple as that, and no amount of pleading would change the old crane's mind. He had no job, no home, and no money. When was the right time to become a beggar? Should you do it while you still look fresh and clean? Or should you wait until it's obvious you're down on your luck? Either way, he'd doubted that he'd ever find one of his "kind" not with his current state. Who knows where they could be? South America, Europe, Asia, they could be anywhere. Or maybe he was the only one? It hadn't really crossed his mind, but at this point it seemed viable.
"How did I even expect to find them? I've hidden in plane sight for this long, they could be right in front of me," he said under his breath, annoyed at his previous optimism. He looked around the park, seeing too many possible faces. That couple under the tree could be like me, or that man wearing a fedora with his dog. Heck, that old man feeding the pigeons could be the same as him! The possibilities were too great. He'd be lucky if he was in the same country as them, nonetheless actually finding one.
At this revelation he decided to sit down on the grass. He was out of luck. He was playing a game of hide and seek with the world as the play ground. Heck, they could all very well be hiding for all he knew.
Herme---Mercury
Herme threw her head back, a single tear running down her face as she spoke in a hurried, defeated tone, "Greg, how could you do this to me! I loved you more than anyone else in the world and you had to run to Samantha? Was there something she could give you that I couldn't? Is it something wrong with my face? It's something wrong with my face, isn't it?" The elderly man who stood before her wore a tight Hawaiian shirt that was just a little too form revealing, and the thoughts that were running through his head were probably thoughts of utter confusion.
"Ma'am do I know you?" At these words Herme drew her arm back and slapped him across the face.
"Gregory how dare you! You... you've already forgotten me? After all we went through together? You're a disgrace to the human race! Go dig your own grave!" With his face, now quite red the old man began to grow angrier with each passing second.
"Look lady, I came into this store to buy a tv. Leave me to shop at my leisure before I sue for assault and harassment, and frankly my name isn't even Greg, it's Richard Irelo Samuel Bighe. Leave-me-be"
Herme threw her head to the side, betrayal etched into every line on her face. "Greg... you're too cruel," she said with a whimper before rushing out of the store, sobbing as tears streamed down her face. She ran and ran, and when she was out of eye shot of the tv store instantly turned off the water works, and began chuckling to herself almost menacingly.
Herme stopped running as soon as she came to a chain link fence, standing eight feet high and blocking her pathway into the alley, it would deter the average person. However, she wasn't average. She grabbed the fence, pushed off the ground with her feet, bending her wrists at an impossible angle, she flung her legs up and vaulted backwards over the fence, landing smoothly on the other side. She looked back at the fence and noticed that the metal had begun to dissolve here she'd placed her hands. "A chain link fence not made of iron? When did this become a thing?" She said, twisting her head sideways, staring at it with a puzzled expression. She pulled out Richards phone and did a quick search on the internet. "Huh, so they started using aluminum for fences in some places in New York? Weird."
Herme threw her head back, a single tear running down her face as she spoke in a hurried, defeated tone, "Greg, how could you do this to me! I loved you more than anyone else in the world and you had to run to Samantha? Was there something she could give you that I couldn't? Is it something wrong with my face? It's something wrong with my face, isn't it?" The elderly man who stood before her wore a tight Hawaiian shirt that was just a little too form revealing, and the thoughts that were running through his head were probably thoughts of utter confusion.
"Ma'am do I know you?" At these words Herme drew her arm back and slapped him across the face.
"Gregory how dare you! You... you've already forgotten me? After all we went through together? You're a disgrace to the human race! Go dig your own grave!" With his face, now quite red the old man began to grow angrier with each passing second.
"Look lady, I came into this store to buy a tv. Leave me to shop at my leisure before I sue for assault and harassment, and frankly my name isn't even Greg, it's Richard Irelo Samuel Bighe. Leave-me-be"
Herme threw her head to the side, betrayal etched into every line on her face. "Greg... you're too cruel," she said with a whimper before rushing out of the store, sobbing as tears streamed down her face. She ran and ran, and when she was out of eye shot of the tv store instantly turned off the water works, and began chuckling to herself almost menacingly.
Herme stopped running as soon as she came to a chain link fence, standing eight feet high and blocking her pathway into the alley, it would deter the average person. However, she wasn't average. She grabbed the fence, pushed off the ground with her feet, bending her wrists at an impossible angle, she flung her legs up and vaulted backwards over the fence, landing smoothly on the other side. She looked back at the fence and noticed that the metal had begun to dissolve here she'd placed her hands. "A chain link fence not made of iron? When did this become a thing?" She said, twisting her head sideways, staring at it with a puzzled expression. She pulled out Richards phone and did a quick search on the internet. "Huh, so they started using aluminum for fences in some places in New York? Weird."
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How about right now? IC is up
Ooh, sweet.
Oh ho ho, so many people viewing the page. I'll wait until Monkey posts to see where exactly Herme is.
My appologies eveyone, I was extremely busy yesterday and unable to start the IC. I will get something up this afternoon, but I may not be able to post again until tommorow
May I ask when exactly "this afternoon" is for you? Just curious.
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I just like the difference in their powers coming together. Since they are both criminally minded for the most part and could get along together reasonable. Even if she couldn't melt through the concrete, she would be brought in for her powers but if that didn't work out I'm sure she could use the money seeing as she escaped from a Asylum.
Edit: How long has she been out of the Asylum?
She escaped the asylum a few weeks before the intro.
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