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8 yrs ago
Current I've just written the worst post i've ever made in an Rp, and i don't know how i could have made it better.
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9 yrs ago
Give us the doctor.
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If you can read this, send me a quick pm, i need to talk with you.

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I'm still here. There's precious little i can do without making my posts criminally short, though.
Meanwhile, in a different corner of this large and sprawling metropolis...

The man walked up the stairs, carefully holding onto the handrail the entire time. He was greeted with a face full of sunlight and bustle, which took some getting used to. Six months of hospital food and tinted windows had nearly made him forget what city life was like, but in one deep lungful it all came rushing back to him. He smiled, and took his first few wobbling steps back into real life.

Barely five minutes later, he strolled back into his favourite lunch dive, a doner kebab place run by a greasy mustachio'd indian man and his wife. Their eyes lit up as they saw him, happy to recognize a customer. He spent almost an hour in there, explaining why he hadn't been in the shop for half a year, and why he'd gone out to buy 20 boxes of shoe horns, and they'd looked sympathic, in their way, and had offered to give him the kebab on the house, but Tanaka refused. He said it wouldn't be right.

He lingered on the doorway, tucking in his shirt under the colourful belt keeping his jeans up. Even for august, the heat was impressive. It must've been half four and even then the road felt like the sahara desert. For a brief moment he wondered if he was in the middle of a tropical rainstorm, but it turned out to be a lady watering plants in an apartment three stories up. The sight made him feel thirsty, though, so he feed a couple hundred yen into the first vending machine he could find. It was broken, and spat out a warm can of some off-market flat cola at him. He kicked the sorry machine. His foot went clank.
Well, she seemed standoffish. The girl barely even wanted to talk, let alone start a conversation. Layla brushed it off as self-centeredness, and walked away from the precedings. Nobody seemed to care very much about actually attending classes, anyway. Seems like all the cool the kids were off in the janitor's closet, grinding against each other like files on jail bars, or, failing that, off in their hole in the wall so they could be as far away from everyone else. This school was some freakin' weird shape, because everyone in it was in their own special corner far away from everyone else. Except for the people in each other's arms, she thought, supressing a grin.
That was quick. Barely half an hour after someone posted and you already got your reply up. Nice to see an Rp go by so fast, makes for a nice change of pace.
Layla glared at the obstacle course, looking high and low over it, searching for the catch. There wasn't one. It was perfectly ordinary magical stuff. Nothing to stop her from simply ice-ghosting her way through it, nothing in any alternate dimensions to stop her 'stepping' across spacetime to arrive before she left, not even a little sign saying "no teleports allowed". Seemed so stupid, in her eyes. She was already across the pitch when the first girl arrived, leaning against a post and trying not to get ash from her cigarette on her coat. She nodded, cheerfully, at the first girl to complete the course.

"Morning" She said to the barbie doll. "Lovely day for a quick jog, huh?"
This is an Rp with rainbow hair, flying shapeshifters, and arm cannons. The time for subtlty and implications is long gone.
Family comes first, man. Take your time
If we end up crawling through ridiculous battles in order to get at someone and that someone ends up being Oscar, i'm going to punch someone.
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