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Hello! Nice to see you, eh?
I'm Yami, a college student and sometimes decent artist heavily influenced by anime/manga styles. Um...I'm not that interesting, really. I do some cosplay stuff and can get really into anything that interests me enough, but that's about it.
I might be in a bit of a slump right now, actually. I'm looking for something really fascinating to pique my interest once again, help me get back into the swing of things. I'm into crazy fantasy situations, especially.
I'm Yami, a college student and sometimes decent artist heavily influenced by anime/manga styles. Um...I'm not that interesting, really. I do some cosplay stuff and can get really into anything that interests me enough, but that's about it.
I might be in a bit of a slump right now, actually. I'm looking for something really fascinating to pique my interest once again, help me get back into the swing of things. I'm into crazy fantasy situations, especially.
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Translations are more approximations of what I intended to put there. Apologies for inaccuracies.
@KatherinWinter@Coga19000
Ah, so there was still someone who "cared" about his well-being. Good to know. The fact that they were timing their presence in specific room was irritating and suspicious, though. "Questo dove essere un tipo di indizio?" (Is that supposed to be some kind of hint?) He raised a skeptical eyebrow at the new intruder, but considered that he was lucky to have already been on the way to the door instead of still on the computer, or he would have had a [i]really fun time explaining that.
Expecting that the guard still wanted some kind of answer, he raised the broom at his side and rolled his eyes. "Il pavimento era un fiasco. Migliora la pulizia, ah? Non รจ mi lavoro." (Floor was a mess, get better at cleaning, will you?)
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see some sort of faint change in light coming from the desk, but he really had no time to investigate as long as the scientist's pet dog was still around. If it turned out to be a security message, however, he would either shut down the computer if he could get the guy to leave, or just run. There were plenty of other rooms to check, and not enough time to waste on punishment again.
Ah, so there was still someone who "cared" about his well-being. Good to know. The fact that they were timing their presence in specific room was irritating and suspicious, though. "Questo dove essere un tipo di indizio?" (Is that supposed to be some kind of hint?) He raised a skeptical eyebrow at the new intruder, but considered that he was lucky to have already been on the way to the door instead of still on the computer, or he would have had a [i]really fun time explaining that.
Expecting that the guard still wanted some kind of answer, he raised the broom at his side and rolled his eyes. "Il pavimento era un fiasco. Migliora la pulizia, ah? Non รจ mi lavoro." (Floor was a mess, get better at cleaning, will you?)
Out of the corner of his eye, he could see some sort of faint change in light coming from the desk, but he really had no time to investigate as long as the scientist's pet dog was still around. If it turned out to be a security message, however, he would either shut down the computer if he could get the guy to leave, or just run. There were plenty of other rooms to check, and not enough time to waste on punishment again.
If it did, I wish they'd tell me. It's looking a lot like I might lose another one at this point...
@KatherinWinter
The fact that some of the memory was already taken was intriguing already, though he wasn't sure how much time he would have to go through it. Setting a few files on the computer to download onto the drive, he created a couple of folders with basic names for organization's sake and even created a new one for the data already in it. He made sure to name it something inconspicuous and hide it within a chain of other folders filled with play scripts and notes on choreography, hoping that it would at least take some time to identify what the device had been used for before should it ever fallout of his possession. Changing the name of the drive itself as well only took a moment as well, and while he doubted that it would fool anyone trying hard enough, he figured that it might buy him a little extra time should it ever end up being checked.
Once it had been messed with to his temporary satisfaction, he finally looked through the files to see exactly what it was that had already been taking up space, a bit surprised that he had gotten this much time. He had been expecting that he would need to take care of this another time with another computer, but it seemed that he had lucked out. Just a couple of clicks, and already he could see...
Merda.
What was that? The computer had just done something, something with a noise, and while the short boy honestly was only so good with technology, even he could tell that it wasn't something he had control over. Had they found out that he was possibly using the computer for something he shouldn't? He didn't want to stick around to find out. Quickly closing up everything he could, he ejected the drive and hurriedly stashed it. That was clearly all he could have for now, so it was probably time to pick up his other materials and move on.
The fact that some of the memory was already taken was intriguing already, though he wasn't sure how much time he would have to go through it. Setting a few files on the computer to download onto the drive, he created a couple of folders with basic names for organization's sake and even created a new one for the data already in it. He made sure to name it something inconspicuous and hide it within a chain of other folders filled with play scripts and notes on choreography, hoping that it would at least take some time to identify what the device had been used for before should it ever fallout of his possession. Changing the name of the drive itself as well only took a moment as well, and while he doubted that it would fool anyone trying hard enough, he figured that it might buy him a little extra time should it ever end up being checked.
Once it had been messed with to his temporary satisfaction, he finally looked through the files to see exactly what it was that had already been taking up space, a bit surprised that he had gotten this much time. He had been expecting that he would need to take care of this another time with another computer, but it seemed that he had lucked out. Just a couple of clicks, and already he could see...
Merda.
What was that? The computer had just done something, something with a noise, and while the short boy honestly was only so good with technology, even he could tell that it wasn't something he had control over. Had they found out that he was possibly using the computer for something he shouldn't? He didn't want to stick around to find out. Quickly closing up everything he could, he ejected the drive and hurriedly stashed it. That was clearly all he could have for now, so it was probably time to pick up his other materials and move on.
If you say so. I'm just saying that I have no idea what the actual character looks like; only his clothes. If you show me any picture of a guy with a white jacket and jeans, I could say that it matches the description as long as it's even mildly plausible that the person in the picture could be twelve. So I have no idea if it looks like Jack, you see.
Granted...the picture is also in black and white...but that's probably irrelevant.
Granted...the picture is also in black and white...but that's probably irrelevant.
It took a while for Felice to respond again; he had been a lot busier than he probably looked. This was just a normal course...but not quite for a secondary school. No, this was something most human children probably wouldn't be trying in a school gym. This was...
...actually, what was this? Some kind of game show? This was something weird families trained for and then spent money to try for a chance to win some sort of weird prize at, or maybe something out of an expensive summer camp, in his opinion. Normal school kids didn't do this.
...Then again, when was the last time that he had been a 'normal school kid'? Did he actually have any room for judgments here? It wasn't as if this was too much of a big deal compared to some of the other things he had used to get hurt on in the past, anyway. Why should he complain? It was a good test for him, honestly...and nobody here was probably normal...even without their powers...
"Ah, certo!" He smacked a fist against his palm as he snapped back into the reality of the gym. Staring at it for as long as he had gave him enough time to decide exactly what he wanted to do. Walking up toward the starting point, he reached into the vest he wore and removed the mp3 again, selecting a track before placing it back and looking over the course once more.
That's right...normal kids go to regular schools. Putting us in a building won't make us normal now.
...actually, what was this? Some kind of game show? This was something weird families trained for and then spent money to try for a chance to win some sort of weird prize at, or maybe something out of an expensive summer camp, in his opinion. Normal school kids didn't do this.
...Then again, when was the last time that he had been a 'normal school kid'? Did he actually have any room for judgments here? It wasn't as if this was too much of a big deal compared to some of the other things he had used to get hurt on in the past, anyway. Why should he complain? It was a good test for him, honestly...and nobody here was probably normal...even without their powers...
"Ah, certo!" He smacked a fist against his palm as he snapped back into the reality of the gym. Staring at it for as long as he had gave him enough time to decide exactly what he wanted to do. Walking up toward the starting point, he reached into the vest he wore and removed the mp3 again, selecting a track before placing it back and looking over the course once more.
That's right...normal kids go to regular schools. Putting us in a building won't make us normal now.
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