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i sense an epic IC brawl after the bus ride between Kazu and Teitei
<3
because the apocalypse wasn't enough to fill our hands already
<3
because the apocalypse wasn't enough to fill our hands already
Harvey Estabraq
"You coming, Boner-san?" The blood rushed to his face, turning his already pink skin into what closely resembled a boiled lobster's pigment.
"Y-yes! Yes. Yep. Uh-huh." Harvey managed to stutter back as the students pushed and hurriedly made their way into the auditorium.
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Harvey stayed quiet the entire time seated next to crazy4kendo20-- Kaito. The brunette would have had the courage to strike up a conversation if the massive gathering hall was not already filled with an incomprehensible chatter. Harvery eyed the angular principle on the stage, noticing his rising impatience as the students paid no heed to the poor man on the stage. Turning to Kaito, he breathed slowly:
"It's nice to--"
"Students, quieten down."
"...It's nice to finally--"
"Students..."
"IT'SREALLYNICETOFINALLYMEET--"
"TRASH, SIT DOWN RIGHT NOW AND SHUT UPPPP!!!"
Almost as soon as the degradation was thrown, the auditorium grew silent... save for a subtle yawn that came from behind their row.
"KAZUTOOO! SHUT- Ahem..." Harvey chuckled as he turned around in his seat, flashing a thumbs-up to the vibrant orange-haired boy right behind him.
Happy easter guise! have a gr8 day m8s
RIP in pepperonis
Hopefully we don't have to run into their zombified corpses roaming the open
..that would just be <//////3
Hopefully we don't have to run into their zombified corpses roaming the open
..that would just be <//////3
@Oblivion666
*creeps up close*
c:
u know i love ur pats already
@Inertia PLEASE I DO NOT WANT TO BE KNOWN AS THE BONER DUDE FOR THE REST OF THE APOCALYPSE
WHY R U TRYING TO KILL MA VIBE
*creeps up close*
c:
u know i love ur pats already
@Inertia PLEASE I DO NOT WANT TO BE KNOWN AS THE BONER DUDE FOR THE REST OF THE APOCALYPSE
WHY R U TRYING TO KILL MA VIBE
Posted! Looking forward to playing out the rest of this with you guys.
...accept me with loving arms plz
or not
ur choice
...accept me with loving arms plz
or not
ur choice
Harvey Estabraq
The brunette sighed in content as he carefully slid his brush down into the water jar.
Somehow, he had managed to take what looked like an explosion of scattered liquefied shit on a canvas, into a masterpiece. In his own eyes, of course. Means to an end, he'd told himself when he started out the painting. It's always about the journey first, then the destination. Harvey's eyes glazed over as he let a cycle of generic Facebook quotes scroll through his mind. This was the normal life of a teenager- those of whom usually have nothing more to worry about than the depreciation of likes on one's status or what people on the interwebs think of them. Netizens are a deadly bunch - you could always count on them to murder one's ego, confidence and self-esteem all in one sentence.
They reacted badly to his first "Tumbler" blog post-- one that explained his life story and current situation, with the unexpected backlash of "wannabe angster" and "fishing for attention" accusations. Naturally, the young boy was clueless as to what he'd done wrong.
But I digress... there was only so much a soldier's child could absorb within the timespan of a week at a new school.
One thing was for sure, though: he HAD to find his pen pal. Spending the rest of his semester alone and sulking was not the way any teenager would have wanted to waste it. Harvey finally, regrettably lifted his seated-for-8-hours, sore ass and peeled the dried paint crust off his sweater vest to head out on his conveniently short journey to the kendo room.
It was like Russian roulette. A game of chance. Harvey widened his steps and quickened his pace as his anxiety grew ever so slightly, along with the excitement that unintentionally made the blood rush to his southern region.
He angled his head downwards and incoherently swore in his dialect.
Abu ayoura.
What the fuck.
No.
NOOO.
Irritated at his reasonably terrible timing, he shrugged it off anyway and ignored the ghostly interweb citizens floating around in his head as he sped up the stairs.
...and then there he was. The blonde boy with crooked glasses in the picture- his pen pal. Slightly tugging his sweater over his raging boner, he crept up to the tiny group that surrounded his long-distance friend.
"H-hello!" Harvey threw up a little in his mouth, afraid of drawing the attention; the notion of getting this all over with was seemingly the best idea at that moment. "Are yo-ou... "crazy4kendo201"?" his voice cracked. So many things could go wrong, but he only prayed to whoever was listening that they would help him get through it.
"Greetings, faculty, staff, and students. Please report to the E-1 Auditorium for an important lecture on the happenings of the school."
OH FOR GOODNESS SAKE
*cracks fingers* Aight brochachos, here goes!
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"Lady Luck has held my hand for the entirety of my life. Here's to proving I never needed it!" inb4 slips and dies
AKA "Harv"
Male
16
English/Iraqi
After being plunged face-first into the throes of war, Harv had not lived easily as a child. The time normal children used to play around and laugh heartily with their families in the safety of their typical suburban life and whatnot, was the time Harvey and his mother had spent constantly running, on the move-- whether they were cowering in fear or simply trying to survive. More than once was the poor kid unintentionally caught in an explosion, only to have wriggled out of death's grasp Justin Lin style. Seriously, he LIVED on miracles.
Harvey's parents were engaged on the basis of an interracial marriage. Supposedly, this would've been fine - if it weren't for the fact that his Iraqi father was urgently recruited to join the army only months after Harv was born. Something about his connections and bloodline directly descended from a long gone Arabian warlord. Poor guy could've bet his lower torso that it was simply because of a drastic soldier shortage. They were having none of that... but low and behold! his father was then threatened if he decided to refuse. The Estabraq's grieving mother simply couldn't let go of her beloved, and so, had taken it upon herself to decide for the three of them to move to the barren, yet treacherous war-stricken lands that had been the catalyst of a loving family's fallout.
Tragically, his clingy over-affectionate mother and the poor soldier had died together on the battlefield. People say she dug her own grave by throwing herself in front of her husband as he was held at gun-point by a double-agent in their combatant unit, only to be fatally shot in the ass. The poor man had to grieve for his wife and look on in horror as the spy sidestepped the couple to get a better angle for a clean head-shot, and boom. As a result, Harvey was taken in by the nation's childcare initiative, something the government had put up to try and compensate for the lack of medical sustenance. The orphaned children were shipped off to random schools all over the world - it was by an unbelievable stroke of luck he had landed himself the same school his penpal was assigned to. Oh, was he hyped! A traumatized, battle-scared (limited to collateral damage) kid thrown into the woes of highschool.
It was going to be a new type of battle to survive.
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Despite his slight tinge of PTSD, Harvey is known to care immensely for the few friends he had managed to score his entire life, especially a young boy who wrote letters to him before and after the war. Harv puts others before himself, usually because of the fact he had barely gotten the chance to care for anybody else besides himself while on the run. (You could say he takes after his mother in this aspect.) After he'd gotten adopted by the children's care institute was the time he'd decided it was time to step it up a notch and try to include others in his life. Careless he was not, as his father himself had taught him that even a passing thought could get you killed. Strategically, he was the go-to guy. The slight anxiety with the crowd can sometimes result in a sense of distrust, a skill that got his own father far during the war until his demise. TL;DR - Affectionate, analytical and careful. Can come across as blunt.
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In terms of relationships, so far Harvey has scored himself a pen pal. They write to each other very frequently. (AKA Inertia)
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-Minor PTSD
-Taste for art
-can handle guns
-Never watched porn
-Wears both the bullets that shot through his parents around his neck in a chain
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"Lady Luck has held my hand for the entirety of my life. Here's to proving I never needed it!" inb4 slips and dies
Harvey Estabraq
AKA "Harv"
Male
16
English/Iraqi
After being plunged face-first into the throes of war, Harv had not lived easily as a child. The time normal children used to play around and laugh heartily with their families in the safety of their typical suburban life and whatnot, was the time Harvey and his mother had spent constantly running, on the move-- whether they were cowering in fear or simply trying to survive. More than once was the poor kid unintentionally caught in an explosion, only to have wriggled out of death's grasp Justin Lin style. Seriously, he LIVED on miracles.
Harvey's parents were engaged on the basis of an interracial marriage. Supposedly, this would've been fine - if it weren't for the fact that his Iraqi father was urgently recruited to join the army only months after Harv was born. Something about his connections and bloodline directly descended from a long gone Arabian warlord. Poor guy could've bet his lower torso that it was simply because of a drastic soldier shortage. They were having none of that... but low and behold! his father was then threatened if he decided to refuse. The Estabraq's grieving mother simply couldn't let go of her beloved, and so, had taken it upon herself to decide for the three of them to move to the barren, yet treacherous war-stricken lands that had been the catalyst of a loving family's fallout.
Tragically, his clingy over-affectionate mother and the poor soldier had died together on the battlefield. People say she dug her own grave by throwing herself in front of her husband as he was held at gun-point by a double-agent in their combatant unit, only to be fatally shot in the ass. The poor man had to grieve for his wife and look on in horror as the spy sidestepped the couple to get a better angle for a clean head-shot, and boom. As a result, Harvey was taken in by the nation's childcare initiative, something the government had put up to try and compensate for the lack of medical sustenance. The orphaned children were shipped off to random schools all over the world - it was by an unbelievable stroke of luck he had landed himself the same school his penpal was assigned to. Oh, was he hyped! A traumatized, battle-scared (limited to collateral damage) kid thrown into the woes of highschool.
It was going to be a new type of battle to survive.
-
Despite his slight tinge of PTSD, Harvey is known to care immensely for the few friends he had managed to score his entire life, especially a young boy who wrote letters to him before and after the war. Harv puts others before himself, usually because of the fact he had barely gotten the chance to care for anybody else besides himself while on the run. (You could say he takes after his mother in this aspect.) After he'd gotten adopted by the children's care institute was the time he'd decided it was time to step it up a notch and try to include others in his life. Careless he was not, as his father himself had taught him that even a passing thought could get you killed. Strategically, he was the go-to guy. The slight anxiety with the crowd can sometimes result in a sense of distrust, a skill that got his own father far during the war until his demise. TL;DR - Affectionate, analytical and careful. Can come across as blunt.
-
In terms of relationships, so far Harvey has scored himself a pen pal. They write to each other very frequently. (AKA Inertia)
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-Minor PTSD
-Taste for art
-can handle guns
-Never watched porn
-Wears both the bullets that shot through his parents around his neck in a chain
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