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Quick bump. OOC will by up either today or tomorrow, regardless if more people show interest or not.
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Did you know that zebras are striped
Did you know that zebras are striped
FIonn did something to that napkin
Close enough
I'm sorry everyone.
This is what is going through Daisuke's mind:
This is what is going through Daisuke's mind:
"I wonder if anybody's ever wondered what was spelled if you took the 'itm' out of your last name."
The strident, gruff voice of a boy said as the outline of a shadow emerged from the depths of the looming darkness that encircled the hotel room. Striding a few confident steps towards the light and standing a few feet from behind the chair where his target sat, the boy yawned tediously as a hand left his pocket and hovered above his mouth momentarily before returning to his side. "Oh, well. Might as well get some info outta you while you still got your head."
Clad in a blue-grey hoodie, the boy's chin-length black hair hung over the crimson irises belonging to a pair of bored eyes. He easily towered over the girl and her computer desk in height, forcing himself to lean over in order to get a good glimpse of her computer screen as his right hand trailed to a concealed holster at his hip. Upon seeing the contents of the girl's little internet search, the boy's brows raised in a curious amusement. "Actually, I've changed my mind," he said with a newfound interest. "No sudden movements, though, please. Makes this process a whole lot easier."
The boy cleared his throat, kneeling down beside the computer chair and drawing the revolver from his holster. He tapped it against the screen which projected the image of Naoto Alato, looking back and forth between the embarrassing picture and the girl. "You find and give me the location of this one right here, and I won't kill you this time 'round. Capisce?"
There were many pineapples.
Daisuke was not entirely sure if he was dreaming or if he was actually awake; all he knew, was that at the very moment when his eyelids opened up, a pineapple with the body of a boy was staring down at him. "MEEP-" he screeched as a second pineapple entered the picture, this time, with the body of a girl. Or was it another boy? He couldn't possibly tell... "Save me!" he screamed as his body jolted upright, coming back to life. He trembled as he blinked rapidly, looking between the blond-haired pineapple and the black-haired pineapple as he began to crawl away from the menace.
Suddenly, four more pineapples came into view, three with the bodies of boys and one being a girl. What... what is this... "THIS IS MADNESS!" Daisuke shouted, his hands running through his messy hair as he felt tears begin to form at the base of his eyelids. "No, this can't be it. The pineapples' conquest for world domination couldn't have possibly started yet! Unless... unless..."
It was then that Daisuke's frightened eyes turned to the scary woman. Or, rather, the scary woman whose head was now that of a pineapple. "Forgive me, humanity," Unable to withstand all of the terror, his nose began to bleed once more as his body fell back to the ground, fainting.
The strident, gruff voice of a boy said as the outline of a shadow emerged from the depths of the looming darkness that encircled the hotel room. Striding a few confident steps towards the light and standing a few feet from behind the chair where his target sat, the boy yawned tediously as a hand left his pocket and hovered above his mouth momentarily before returning to his side. "Oh, well. Might as well get some info outta you while you still got your head."
Clad in a blue-grey hoodie, the boy's chin-length black hair hung over the crimson irises belonging to a pair of bored eyes. He easily towered over the girl and her computer desk in height, forcing himself to lean over in order to get a good glimpse of her computer screen as his right hand trailed to a concealed holster at his hip. Upon seeing the contents of the girl's little internet search, the boy's brows raised in a curious amusement. "Actually, I've changed my mind," he said with a newfound interest. "No sudden movements, though, please. Makes this process a whole lot easier."
The boy cleared his throat, kneeling down beside the computer chair and drawing the revolver from his holster. He tapped it against the screen which projected the image of Naoto Alato, looking back and forth between the embarrassing picture and the girl. "You find and give me the location of this one right here, and I won't kill you this time 'round. Capisce?"
There were many pineapples.
Daisuke was not entirely sure if he was dreaming or if he was actually awake; all he knew, was that at the very moment when his eyelids opened up, a pineapple with the body of a boy was staring down at him. "MEEP-" he screeched as a second pineapple entered the picture, this time, with the body of a girl. Or was it another boy? He couldn't possibly tell... "Save me!" he screamed as his body jolted upright, coming back to life. He trembled as he blinked rapidly, looking between the blond-haired pineapple and the black-haired pineapple as he began to crawl away from the menace.
Suddenly, four more pineapples came into view, three with the bodies of boys and one being a girl. What... what is this... "THIS IS MADNESS!" Daisuke shouted, his hands running through his messy hair as he felt tears begin to form at the base of his eyelids. "No, this can't be it. The pineapples' conquest for world domination couldn't have possibly started yet! Unless... unless..."
It was then that Daisuke's frightened eyes turned to the scary woman. Or, rather, the scary woman whose head was now that of a pineapple. "Forgive me, humanity," Unable to withstand all of the terror, his nose began to bleed once more as his body fell back to the ground, fainting.
Despite passing on to autumn, the culmination of the past summer seemed to linger.
Globules of sweat beaded down Howlite Maeda's face as he jogged around the grand track for the fifth or so time. Passing the drill instructor of a physical education instructor once more, the man raised his arm and pointed towards the shadow of an enormous tree at his flank, advising him to rest since he had completed his laps for the day.
Raising the bottom of his shirt and up to his face to dry it off, Howlite took a seat against the tree bark and watched as the rest of the gym class droned by, groaning as they had two more laps to complete. A detached group of students walked by, chattering rather loudly as they turned back and forth between him and their friends.
"Holy shit, he's already done," one of the boys said. "Who is that?"
"One of the upperclassmen, I think." another answered.
The last one snickered, "Probably one of those rich kids. What a showoff."
Howlite frowned at the last comment, scratching the back of his head. As much as he was used to ridicule for being one of those rich kids, he still never understood why it was such a big deal. Other than the fact that his family possessed all of that money, he was just a normal teenager who was lucky to have access to those privileges. It slightly annoyed him, how wealth was frowned down upon simply because of the mass stereotype.
Given, Howlite never let the thought bother him as it did before; the only thing that mattered to him was that he was enjoying each day. Seeing his friends and doing well in both school and sports, that was all he really needed. "Just have to wait, now.." he leaned back, resting up as he patiently waited for the class to finish.
Globules of sweat beaded down Howlite Maeda's face as he jogged around the grand track for the fifth or so time. Passing the drill instructor of a physical education instructor once more, the man raised his arm and pointed towards the shadow of an enormous tree at his flank, advising him to rest since he had completed his laps for the day.
Raising the bottom of his shirt and up to his face to dry it off, Howlite took a seat against the tree bark and watched as the rest of the gym class droned by, groaning as they had two more laps to complete. A detached group of students walked by, chattering rather loudly as they turned back and forth between him and their friends.
"Holy shit, he's already done," one of the boys said. "Who is that?"
"One of the upperclassmen, I think." another answered.
The last one snickered, "Probably one of those rich kids. What a showoff."
Howlite frowned at the last comment, scratching the back of his head. As much as he was used to ridicule for being one of those rich kids, he still never understood why it was such a big deal. Other than the fact that his family possessed all of that money, he was just a normal teenager who was lucky to have access to those privileges. It slightly annoyed him, how wealth was frowned down upon simply because of the mass stereotype.
Given, Howlite never let the thought bother him as it did before; the only thing that mattered to him was that he was enjoying each day. Seeing his friends and doing well in both school and sports, that was all he really needed. "Just have to wait, now.." he leaned back, resting up as he patiently waited for the class to finish.
I'll post later tonight or tomorrow yo
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next opening for Daily Life
Painfully simple that it hurts my eyes.
OC: Judah Luyten, Milizia (drawn by pancake-waddle)
Name:
Howlite Maeda
Gender:
Male
Age:
Seventeen years old.
Nationality:
German-Japanese
Personality:
There is not really anything extraordinarily interesting about Howlite; some might say that he could be one of the most painfully normal people on the face of the earth, and is your typical average joe. Though slightly taciturn and withdrawn, he is easy to befriend and finds comfort in the company of others. He is able to remain tempered under stressful situations, and is able to fixate his focus clearly on the task at hand.
After the ordeal involving the zombie apocalypse, Howlite has become more aware of his surroundings, and is constantly active on alert. Seeing the death and transformation of a number of his (now former) friends and associates, he has made it a priority over his life to prevent the same from happening to others.
Biography:
The second son of a wealthy proprietor and a university professor, Howlite Maeda was able to live a relaxed lifestyle with all of the luxuries that his family could easily afford. He was born in the Kantai region of Japan (specifically Osaka) and was one of the popular kids at the best schools, often marked by the middle class as the stereotypical snob. Despite this, he was modest in his interactions and never thought much of his economic status, curious as to why being wealthy was such a controversial issue.
That being said, Howlite was just an ordinary boy; he got in the best schools because of his good grades, made many friends and (reluctantly) some enemies, played enough sports to balance with his academic performance, and everything else the normal, healthy boy condoned themselves in.
Crush:
Nein
Other:
Howlite is able to speak clear Japanese and German, though his English is full of stutters.
Height - 5'10
OC: Judah Luyten, Milizia (drawn by pancake-waddle)
Name:
Howlite Maeda
Gender:
Male
Age:
Seventeen years old.
Nationality:
German-Japanese
Personality:
There is not really anything extraordinarily interesting about Howlite; some might say that he could be one of the most painfully normal people on the face of the earth, and is your typical average joe. Though slightly taciturn and withdrawn, he is easy to befriend and finds comfort in the company of others. He is able to remain tempered under stressful situations, and is able to fixate his focus clearly on the task at hand.
After the ordeal involving the zombie apocalypse, Howlite has become more aware of his surroundings, and is constantly active on alert. Seeing the death and transformation of a number of his (now former) friends and associates, he has made it a priority over his life to prevent the same from happening to others.
Biography:
The second son of a wealthy proprietor and a university professor, Howlite Maeda was able to live a relaxed lifestyle with all of the luxuries that his family could easily afford. He was born in the Kantai region of Japan (specifically Osaka) and was one of the popular kids at the best schools, often marked by the middle class as the stereotypical snob. Despite this, he was modest in his interactions and never thought much of his economic status, curious as to why being wealthy was such a controversial issue.
That being said, Howlite was just an ordinary boy; he got in the best schools because of his good grades, made many friends and (reluctantly) some enemies, played enough sports to balance with his academic performance, and everything else the normal, healthy boy condoned themselves in.
Crush:
Nein
Other:
Howlite is able to speak clear Japanese and German, though his English is full of stutters.
Height - 5'10
I'll make one eventually
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