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Post by Zinroth on Mar 15, 2005 17:25:55 GMT -5
((Dang it. Then I claim the master bedroom. Okay?
How is the furnishing/furniture? Like, a real IRL moving one or just, uh.. it's already there. I dunno. o.o;
I'm trying to make this a bit realistic. I.. hope you don't mind me doing this post.. o.o;
Please do not be offended by anything Lance/I say; I tend to get into my character that I'm playing. Just.. please do not hold it against me. It's a thing with me; BE the character or NO character. n.n;;; ))
Lance felt himself twitch wildly. He twitched when he was usually annoyed; and, right now, he was annoyed, because apparently his YOUNGER sister thought she ruled the family.. but, whatever.. Knowing his parents would go against him (most of the time, they did.. he guessed it was because of his.. "anti-social"-ness.. and everything like that), he really didn't feel like getting into an arguement right now. His computer would probably get ripped of him first; and we should all know by now that his computer and his CDs happen to be 3/4ths of his life.
He cracked open the double-doors on the second floor, but not before leaning back, and uttering, "That is exactly why I want a balcony.." His eyes narrowed. "Let the Spirits test me all they want; they are the Power, I am the Rebel." And, with that, he closed the doors.
He walked down this hall, going from room door to room door, eyeing over the rooms. "Crap. Crap. Crap. Crap.." He then came to Claudia's old room. He rose an eyebrow. It had a balcony. Somehow, this room made him shiver. It's nothing, he uttered in his mind. claim the master bedroom -NOW- before one of your other idiotic siblings do. He shook his head, then turned to the opposite wall of the door. He cracked the master bedroom's door open, and leaned in. He snapped his CD player down and went back out.
Soon he was downstairs again, then out the door, and to the van. A few minutes later, he was back in, carrying a large duffle bag, containing his CDs, keyboard, mouse, games, computer cables, stuff like that. He went back upstairs to the master bedroom, and set it down. He did this a few more times, dragging basically his whole computer upstairs, along with his TV, and two more duffel bags (which he did in one trip). Everything that was in front of him, he cared about, as if it were gold, silver, friends, or family; it seemed unnesscary, and his parents and siblings didn't really get it.. but he guessed that was expected. Among this was basically his whole room, all except his wardrobe, all in bags and carried hours away; his TV, his computer, his PS2 and GC, computer cables, his CDs, and CD player. He'd taken claim to this room, whether they liked it or not.
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ChibiChrissi
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Alucard is most certainly NOT a pansy.
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Post by ChibiChrissi on Mar 15, 2005 22:18:33 GMT -5
(( 'Kay. The bedrooms have the usual bedroom furniture, like beds and dressers and all that. It's mostly all dusty and old and broken, though. I also understand the "getting into the character" thing, as well. I play as very rude and angry characters most of the time. This one's based on myself, though. By the way, I'll post later. ^^; ))
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 16, 2005 8:10:22 GMT -5
((Whoot,thanks for letting me know. ^^))
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 16, 2005 8:42:12 GMT -5
((Oh yeah, just to let you know, my friend may be playing the dad, she's gotta create a new account and stuff. She's really nice, I've knowned her since 3rd grade (That's, like, 6 years oO!) and stuff. She said she would if she could get online ^^))
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Post by WufDragon on Mar 16, 2005 22:48:37 GMT -5
((Heh heh i'm zinny's friend, whoo! sorry if this is bad because i'm not used to playing a 36 year old dad))
Drake climbed out of the passenger seat, bouncing up and down slightly. Even though he had been the one who had been enthusiastic to come here, he was bouncing up and down too much to drive properly so his wife had taken the wheel from him and drove the rest of the way here.
He stood there and fiddled silently with his gloves a second, starring at the house, it was an arcitectual marvel. He was wearing baggy black jeans and a long black t-shirt bearing the words 'I don't make the rules, I just obey them'.
With being an happy-go-luck person as he was it was a mystery why he wore all black. Even the gloves he usually wore were black, reaching half-way up his forearms ending right where the bandages that swathed his arms started. The bandages were a small reminder of his suicidal days.
He flipped his long black hair over his shoulder, today he had managed to tie it back into a tight ponytail that reached his knees, right above where his black steel-toed boots started. He'd also brushed his bangs out of his face today but they kept falling back into his face, where he constantly brushed them back.
Sighing softly Drake grabbed a duffel bag, hefting it over his shoulder, he dissappeared into the house.
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 17, 2005 17:09:34 GMT -5
Twinkie darted up to his feet in about half a second. She sat at his feet and looked up, meowing softly. "Mew!"
Sometimes, Lance hated moving. He had to re-hook everything up, which was, well... yeah.. That's what he was doing right now. "Stupid dust."
((sorry its short ^^; ))
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Post by Amry on Mar 21, 2005 19:52:12 GMT -5
(Chrissi: Sorry about the pointy thing, Ihad it in my head when I started, but ypu know my attention span... You're right, your character is a lot like you. You're a lot perkier than people make you out to be. Anne's depression only intensifies when she sees her room choices. She plops her pink suitcase down in the hall and exclaims loudly, Stale, dark and musty; old, creaky, and rotting; or gloomy, smelly, and dank? However will I decide? Absorbed in her self-pity, she lugs the bag to the room next to Lance's. At least it's got a big window, so some light comes through. There's a moldy window seat, and she sets the bag down on this and opens the window. Not being a "nature-y" person, and not being a weirdo antisocial goth like the rest of her family (even her father, for God's sake!), she doesn't smell the encoraching rain.
The bed is a nice four-poster with a white canopy. This, at least, seems untouched by age; even the mattress is as nice as if it were new. The covers are actually very pretty, white with small pink bows. This cheers Anne up a bit - a very little bit. She sits down and heaves a huge sigh.
BOOM! Thunder crashes, and rain pours in through the open window, soaking her bag instantly. No! Anne dives for the window seat and yanks the window shut, then snatches her dripping bag and sets it on the bed. Frantically, she opens it, searching the contents.
Her clothes are covered in wet, runny makeup. Her well-wishing cards are ruined, and her iPod, upon inspection, proves to be crushed.
This was too much to bear. All that's most dear to Anne - her friends, her school, her clothes, her precious iPod - all are gone and will never come back. She throws her face into the pillow and howls.
After a few minutes of sobbing, she sits up, all cried out. She is ever the optimist of the family, and decides to cry it all out and make the most of it. The clothes she's wearing are smelly from a day in the car, and she changes into some of the ruined clothes. Looking at the streaks of red, blue, yellow, and peach on her normally white shirt and blue jeans, she forces herself to believe she is making an abstract fashion statement. And it's not that wet... drying, anyway.
Leaving her room, she walks out into the hall, carefully stepping over Lance's huge piles of electronics - the kid could run his own Circuit City from what he has in his room! - and dodges Tim's bags. Twinkie runs by, and she picks her up and cuddles her. Twinkie purrs for a moment, then gets impatient and jumps down. Even my cat's abandoning me, Anne sighs, but remembers her pledge to be optomistic and goes off to be sociable.
First she tries Lance. Walking into his room, she sees him plugging in his computer. Hello. Need some help? Though no where near Lance's level of expertise, she's competent with a computer after years of IM. This old house is sugh a drag, huh? I mean, it's like a freakin' tomb.
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 21, 2005 20:28:33 GMT -5
Lance twitched a moment, nearly jumping up at the sound.
"No." He answered almost immediately.
He gl;anced up. His expression flciked from annoyed to chuckling at his sister's "point of fasion" or whatever they called it. Fasion was over-rated to him. Why spend $500 a month on new cloths that you're going to wear once then toss aside, it's not like it's going to really help you much anyway.. just dip major holes in your wallet. That money could be used for other stuff. Like CDs or games or something.
Then again, he'd bet his sister had basically the same thoughts; why spend $50 for a pair of jeans up at Hot Topic? 'Cause he's Lance, that's why.
"You lose a bet with Tim or something?"
Twinkie ran up in the hallway, tripping over one of Lance's wires. She blinked, and slid a bit, sneezing because of all the dust springing up her nose. She shook her head and lept on the bed; at least the bed wasn't all that dusty. It had black sheets with red outlining, and a thick blanket over it, with matching pillows. She sat there, and mewed cutely. "Mew."
Lance sook his head, going back to re-hooking up his .. well.. his mini-Circuit City . "What's wrong with being in a tomb?" He asked softly.
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Post by Amry on Mar 22, 2005 18:36:16 GMT -5
((For everybody's information - I HAVE had the tomb conversation with someone before. Anne's philosophy is my philosphy.))
Anne shakes her head and sighs. Who above gave her psycho-goth for a brother?
For your information, I did not lose a bet... this is the latest from, um, Debonair Delise. Yeah. You're supposed to go kind of abstract. And, the shirt was really cheap too! She understands his love of electronics even less than he understand her love of clothes.
She fiddles with the black blanket. A tomb... well, it's kind of dark. And spooky. And depressing. There are so many happy and pretty things in the world, why waste your time obsessing about the darkness? It's there, but who needs to constantly think about it? It's like miring yourself in mud. I certainly wouldn't want to live in a tomb. Next you'll be telling me this house is haunted! Getting sick of his morose-ness but unwilling to leave his company yet - courage in companionship, right? - she strokes Twinkie absentmindedly. D'you think the sun will come out soon?
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 22, 2005 19:26:40 GMT -5
((Please dun get mad; Lance thinks that anyone who constantly worries about cloths and happiness and stuff s a grade-A 100% prep. ^o^;; ))
Lance rose an eyebrow. He stopped and stared at her for a full minute, before saying one word: "I don't speak prep."
He went back to his electronics. Who in the world would give me a sister like this?! he wondered in his mind. He sighed and shook his head.
Twinkie purred loudly, constantly rubbing her head up against her hand. "Myreow."
He shrugged. "So? What's wrong with that? Happiness doesn't last forever. It hardly lasts at all. Everything begins in darkness and so shall end, why try to fight it." He shrugged again. "Maybe the house is haunted. If you're trying to scare me or something, it won't work." He stuck a cord into the plug in the wall, one that was an "extension" and offered about 6 more power plugs, which he quickly filled up, considering how he basically had a freaking computer store in his room. "I don't do fear."
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Post by Kimnas on Mar 24, 2005 7:28:16 GMT -5
((Sorry, I didn't understand the whole pointy thing in the Rules...mah 'b'. Ummm...I think I have missed quite a bit and I don't want to dissapoint by not posting enough in this RP so I'm gonna drop out. Sorry Chrissi, you seem to be having some activity though so, HAVE FUN EVERYONE! Sorry again for dropping out.))
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Post by Amry on Mar 25, 2005 18:45:23 GMT -5
((Buh bah Nick! Zinny: I understand. ;D Anne is a prep. I am a semi-prep (no one can decide what I am... lol)))
Anne sighs. I was not trying to scare you. I don't believe in ghosts. And who says it's all gonna end in darkness? Have you been playing that vampire game too much again? She hops off the bed in a mild huff. I'm going to go help Dad. You can hang out with your stupid machines, I'm going to go associate with the real world, as "dark" as it is.
She sets down Twinkie and storms out the door, descending the stairs with as much clattering as possible. Exiting the house, she sees her freakish dad still standing and looking at the house. Hello! she calls, and taps him on the shoulder. Need some help getting the car unloaded?
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 28, 2005 18:39:04 GMT -5
((Ehehe.. my sister's a prep, I'm a goth.. goths and preps are mortal enemies.. you can imagine how that goes, eh? Lance is a bit like me. *points to te RE and gore obsession. And BloodRayne.. XD*)) "IT'S NOT VAMPIRES, IT'S ZOMBIES! GET IT RIGHT!" Lance grumbled under his tongue. While he was a grade-A Goth/computer nerd, he was also a--surprise!--Resident Evil nerd. He had all the so-far published books, had read them all at least3 times over, some 4 times. He sighed, then shrugged. Eh, what could he say; his sister was a Prep and he was a Goth; and Goths and Preps were mortal enemies,a nd would be untl the end of time. Oh well. He could probably just freak her out with BloodRayne. Because the way that he ripped people apart on BR2, well.. that would disturb just about anyone. Yeah. He was also a BloodRayne fan; after all, what kind of goth would he be not to like a sexy Dhampire by the name of Rayne? Well, any goth like that wasn't called a goth at all, more like a wanna-be. And, by the name of Ra, he wanted to shoot down wanna-bes so much.. ugh! If only he were Nemesis.. THEN he'd show them a thing or two. People don't do well with direct-hit rocket launchers, you know. Lance snapped up. He dragged his network cord over to his PS2's network connection;, plugging it in, then turning it on; he always had to test out his network abiliies on his PS2 every now-and-again. His stupid younger sister baby had accidentally erased his Outbreak network file once from his memory card. But that was okay; it showed he had about 500k points without one minute of playing online, and people usually backed away from him because of it. He was regaining hours, sure; but right now, he recaled, his times were at 10:34:21, hour:minute:seconds, somewhere around.. 559,839 right now. His family never understood.. but why would they? He was Lance. Hardly anyone understood Lance. A few minutes passed and the main Outbreak screen flashed up. By this time, he'd snapped in his USB keyboard as well, since it was easier to type in the chats with a keyboard than the built-in one there... He scrolled down to Network, and another few click and turns, and the online rules of OB came up. He flashed through 'em, then logged in. A few more seconds past, and he laid on his stomach on his bed, which wasn't far from his TV, and watched the idiots in the main room yell at each other about how one another sucked at playing. He groaned. It took a few minutes, but he soon dominated the room. He created a game, then waited; it filled up with 3 other people quickly. Most of them were noobs, unaware that friendly fire was on.. oh well. He pogressed the game on. Twinkie blinked, then followed Anne, meowing. She stopped at the stairs, and whined. She was hungry. Maybe Anne would bring her back her food and water dishes! "Mew!"
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Post by Zinroth on Mar 30, 2005 23:58:31 GMT -5
((BTW, Nikki says she's grounded so she may not be posting for a ltitle while. xD))
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Post by WufDragon on Apr 5, 2005 16:19:02 GMT -5
((I'm still grounded but that doesn't mean that I can't sneak on right. i'll try to post every two days of so.))
Drake shrugs his shoulders. "If you wanna help your welcome to it." He grabs another bag from inside the van and stuffs something in it, running into the house.
((sorry it's short))
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