lien587
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| 21 Aug 2012 07:54 PM |
I sat quietly in my cubicle, waiting for my computer to power up.
The cubicle, and accompanying computer, were of cookie-cutter design, devoid of imagination; save for my only office friends, my bobblehead collection. Despite the fact that I worked at a police office, the work I did was just as- if not more- boring than my workplace, and no bobblehead could change that.
Today, however, was different.
My boss, for the first time in years, left his office. I ducked my head and nonchalantly typed my p@ssw0rd. He was walking normally, but to me they were big, menacing stomps.
He was a large hippopotamus-like man, with palsy skin, no hairs, and breath that could put onions to shame.
He walked over to my cubicle and growled, "MY OFFICE. NOW, YOU LITTLE HA.LF-W.IT!"
Me, a 130 pound pencil, was naturally imitated by this man, but something about my boss's tone told me I had really screwed up. As I stood up, I leaned on my desk, falling on a blue pen. My wrist stared burning, but I thought nothing of it. |
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lien587
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| 21 Aug 2012 07:57 PM |
| (I have to start out with the longest post possible for you to feel like a newb for having a short post in comparison.) |
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lien587
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| 21 Aug 2012 07:58 PM |
| (Please note you do not have to work at the police office. in fact, I recommend you don't.) |
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jcarsonw2
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| 21 Aug 2012 09:45 PM |
CS~ Name: Jake Clint A.ge: Twenty Five Gender: Male Appearance: 6"2'. Medium build, slightly muscular. Blue eyes, black hair that barely goes below the top of the neck. He wears denim jeans and a white polo. Spirit: Aquarius Bio: Lived a normal life, so pretty much N/A Other: None. Writing Sample:
--Character name (Didn't think of one for this occassion)--
My opponent faced me, unsheathing his sword we charged. We parried each others swords as the sparks flew from the cleavage. Some of them hit and hurt my feet, but I managed to ignore them. The sound of steel against steel was paining my ears. I had to resist. I quickly slashed but missed, as he went in for the kill I dropped to the ground and sweeped his legs. He fell with a "Thud" I quickly stood up and impaled him in the back. No regret, he was the one who swung first.
I am really bad at character sheets. |
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lien587
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| 21 Aug 2012 10:01 PM |
| (Pretty sure Aquarius is taken.) |
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magma72
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| 21 Aug 2012 10:51 PM |
-Tack-
I lean over my work-bench to my latest project, a disassembled rifle. Glancing at it carefully, I grab a piece of metal and dig around my tool box. My hands felt a cold metallic rod, followed by a hardy piece of plastic. I picked up the object and relished in its glory, a screwdriver. I darted my eyes to my pile of screws and picked one up. I inspected it, making sure it was the right size, luckily enough, it was. I examined the piece of metal for a moment, then screwed it into another piece. This process continued until I had finished the gun.
I picked up the weapon and inspected it, looking at the trigger, inside the barrel, and the wooden handle. I set the rifle down and walked to the garage. Once there, I searched for wood polish. It took a small while, but I found it under a bunch of rags that I use for cleaning. I grabbed the polish and one of the rags and retreated back towards the gun.
I sprayed the polish onto the rag and began wiping the wooden handle, making sure that I get the entire area. After about five minutes of work I looked at the completed rifle. It looked spectacular, the barrel was intimidating, the trigger in place, and the dark-brown handle glistened in the incandescent light. I placed it on a rack hanging off the wall and stood in its glory.
~Magma72~ |
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| 22 Aug 2012 08:18 AM |
-Walter-
Sliding the chair into position, I typed in the URL for my website. About 400 emails popped up onto my message box. Quickly clicking away at each message, it was actually getting a bit boring reading all the science projects and outrageous ones, like blowing up a chicken with a melon. Sighing, my interest was caught by a interesting one.
"Dear Walter,
Please put two pieces of dynamite into a contained, lead box, and see what happens. I would like to see what happens because in the cartoons, when things explode inside something, the inside of the object blows up, but not the outside, though there are still holes in the box.
From, George."
"Ahah, something worth interest!" I murmured to myself. Realizing I would need special permits, I grumbled into my car, and started driving to the police station. Unfortunately, there were teenagers driving in this neighborhood, and sometimes when you were in the hurry, it gets REALLY annoying.
Slamming down on the honk button, the teenagers were caught off guard, and crashed into each other. Taking out my notebook, I wrote this as the 3rd time that they crashed because I honked my horn. Taking out my phone, I called the police. This would be a very long day.
You could tell it was a bad day when you get SUED for honking your horn at slow teenagers talking to each other across cars. Walking angrily into court, followed by my lawyer, it began.
Now, you probably don't want to hear any of this garbage, so I'll make it short. I won the court, and instead of me getting sued, the teenagers got tickets. Walking out of the court with a grin on my face, I walked past the angry teenagers, until one grabbed me.
"Hey you, ugly! You made our family pay $1000! We're going to egg your house!"
This made my grin turn into a frown.
My temper boiling, I walked to his parents. "Excuse me, your kids are wanting to raise your ticket by egging my house."
This got the kids grounded for a year. Hah, good for them. |
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lien587
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| 22 Aug 2012 08:31 AM |
| (I'm currently sucking on an exposed wire in a plugged-in pair of earbuds due to a bet. To bad the challenger doesn't know you need to be a circuit to shock yourself.) |
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| 22 Aug 2012 02:43 PM |
(( Best first post ever by me. ))
I sleep.
(( But in all siriusness. Let me think. )) |
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| 22 Aug 2012 03:07 PM |
(Newish rule:
Please don't post anything less than 10 words. THANK YOU. C:) |
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| 22 Aug 2012 03:12 PM |
(I HATE JOKES >:O.
just kidding.) |
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lien587
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jcarsonw2
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| 22 Aug 2012 05:27 PM |
| (Oh. Sorry, I tried to Ctrl+F through the CS's and I didn't see that Aquarius had been typoed. Sorry.) |
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lien587
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| 22 Aug 2012 06:22 PM |
| (You can be one of the untaken ones, or be a non wielder.) |
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lien587
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| 24 Aug 2012 08:31 PM |
| (IM BAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK) |
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| 24 Aug 2012 09:28 PM |
~CS~ Name: Bill Keyeson A.ge: 21 Gender: M Appearance: Green eyes, black hair, green jacket, black boots, wears sunglasses... somtimes, Small stain to the top right of his jacket. 5"6 feet tall. Spirit: Libra Bio: N/A Other: Has a dog named Sammy Writing Sample: It had been days since my new neighbors, the "Joels" moved in. I could tell straight away, apart from their bright skin, deep-blue eyes, and nice smile, that they where evil. One time, I left my dog, Sammy, in their care and mere hours later, I found Sammy, somewhere in the middle of a dark ally in Dwaddlebird Street when I was driving back. I didn't know why, but for some reason I kept asking Sammy how he got there (Woof, he said). When I got back, I questioned the Joels, only to find that he "Broke" out. I could tell deep down, they wanted to murder Sammy for some reason. |
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| 24 Aug 2012 09:31 PM |
| Even though you are admin............. Not accept. Libra's taken. and can I have skin? and the pants? |
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| 24 Aug 2012 09:37 PM |
(You know, wow, I guess I forgot... I dont normally forget to add pants... wow.. must have been too in a hurry, anyways, can you tell me what isnt taken?)
Appearance: Bright skin, Pale Blue pants, with a Black belt, A few stains on the pants, on the top left area. |
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| 24 Aug 2012 09:47 PM |
(Accepted. New list:
Aquarius -Awesome234 Aries - AgressiveTrollFace Cancer- Misterio587 Capricorn - Gemini -Magma72 Gemini 2 - Magma72 Leo -Coolredpanda10 Libra - Afrikaisi Pisces- Scorpio - 1perrytheplatypus Sagittarius- Taurus - Virgo. -
(You can have two chars if you show me you can manage them both well. (Like how I shall soon have.))) |
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| 24 Aug 2012 10:09 PM |
It was just a normal day, Sammy barking nonstop until I gave him his food, I had been preparing for work that day, and had almost forgotten to feed Sammy. After feeding Sammy, who gave a happy bark when I handed him his food, I finished preparing for work and left. It had been a quiet evening, at my work place, I worked at a Subways, it had been all quiet all morning, barely any customers. Then, finally, someone walked in, but it turned out he just needed directions. I asked him why he didnt go to that new information place across the street, and he gave me a weird look like he was thinking "What information place?" He turned around, and walked to the window and saw there was an information place. Then he ran out like he was so embarrased. When it was the end of my shift, It had felt like decades. |
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| 24 Aug 2012 10:54 PM |
It was a beautiful day today, the sun shining brightly in the sky. Various birds twittering quietly, and flying through the bright blue sky. The clouds white and puffy, the kind that you tryed to guess the shape. There was also a cool, northern breeze whistling through the trees.
The park was the same way it always was, a few tall oak trees, some joggers, some couples on benches, and the occasional dog walker. The park benches slowly filling up by people as the day went on.
I sat on my usual bench, listening to my Ipod, and drawing in a sketchbook. Occasionally looking up to make sure no one was watching me. The picture I was drawing was of a simple tree, the trunk now almost finished, and the wood grain curling it's way up the gnarled branches.
I continued to sketch for a few more hours, the songs changing being my only connection to time, and after a while, had finished my whole tree. The leaves gathered in bunches, and some on the ground to show the type of tree. |
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