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Hype / Re: 7 days until CASTLEVANIA!
« on: August 15, 2017, 01:06:54 am »
lmao. i was almost gonna look for Alucard gifs and then i was like wait, no that wouldn't help me. their fight scene though. BEST GIF SET EVER.
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Hype / Re: 7 days until CASTLEVANIA!
« on: August 14, 2017, 09:02:43 pm »
i mean...how can you not though? #teamhunter
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Hype / Re: 7 days until CASTLEVANIA!
« on: August 14, 2017, 08:15:02 pm »
spoiler image thing.
dat shit is fan fic GOLD. otp.
also, i gave in and made trevor my avatar because i have problems.
dat shit is fan fic GOLD. otp.
also, i gave in and made trevor my avatar because i have problems.
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Hype / Re: 7 days until CASTLEVANIA!
« on: August 14, 2017, 01:52:20 am »
this is also true, i love voltron. netflix is just making all the hits. i just started watching season 3 because i found out what happens in season 2 and i was like NO YOU CAN'T DO THAT. so to prevent further omging, i waited till season 3 came out.
spoiler time~
lol, she remarks all the time on Trevor's rudeness and how she doesn't like him. i think even when she saved his ass she was like, i don't like him but still.
spoiler time~
lol, she remarks all the time on Trevor's rudeness and how she doesn't like him. i think even when she saved his ass she was like, i don't like him but still.
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Hype / Re: 7 days until CASTLEVANIA!
« on: August 13, 2017, 06:41:38 am »
gah, i know season two is gonna be AMAZING. i need more Trevor in my life. honestly, i'm shocked at myself that he's not my avatar yet lol. also, netflix can keep spoiling us, i want and NEED it.
more spoiler time.
i loved how in the last episode, whatsherface (idk her name) blushed at the sight of Alucard and does not give a fuck about Trevor. actually, her whole attitude in the show is perfect, i love her.
more spoiler time.
i loved how in the last episode, whatsherface (idk her name) blushed at the sight of Alucard and does not give a fuck about Trevor. actually, her whole attitude in the show is perfect, i love her.
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Hype / Re: 7 days until CASTLEVANIA!
« on: August 11, 2017, 09:59:10 am »
I am beyond excited. I need it right now and I'm going to die with impatience until it comes out. I'm glad they care so much about the story though. I feel like a lot of stuff has been lacking in the plot line category and I never felt that way about this series. It also helps that all of the characters are really solid.
Spoiler time!!!!
Lol. Alucard is hella pretty. He definitely has the most castlevania vibe from what I remember the cover art of those games being. I've never played them either btw. I'm more of a Trevor fan myself though. His dialogue and that fight scene in episode four. Like shit if that's him rusty, I can't wait to see him when he's on his game. Dracula is fucked. I think that fight scene was probably one of my favorite parts of the show. It was so well done and animated. It was also the perfect intro for Alucard.
Spoiler time!!!!
Lol. Alucard is hella pretty. He definitely has the most castlevania vibe from what I remember the cover art of those games being. I've never played them either btw. I'm more of a Trevor fan myself though. His dialogue and that fight scene in episode four. Like shit if that's him rusty, I can't wait to see him when he's on his game. Dracula is fucked. I think that fight scene was probably one of my favorite parts of the show. It was so well done and animated. It was also the perfect intro for Alucard.
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Hype / Re: 7 days until CASTLEVANIA!
« on: August 11, 2017, 09:01:19 am »
Dude. I know this is extremely late but I watched Castlevania and I loveddddddd it. I don't think I can ever match your love for the series but it's definitely a favorite of mine now. The art was fantastic, the characters were perfect, and Trevor is probably one of my favorite main characters of all time. Also, like you said, the voice acting was so on par. I mean they did get like half of the hobbit cast to do this though and I am so glad they did. Richard Armitage was so good! I was sad it was only four episodes but there will be eight for season two. Yay!
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Hype / Re: Vanity in Dust
« on: August 10, 2017, 08:41:19 pm »
Oh hell yes. I mean I was already buying this through fb but this post warranted another congratulations. This is so amazing and I cannot wait to get my hands on your book, Ara. Congrats again!
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Hype / Re: Last minute info
« on: June 13, 2017, 03:09:47 pm »
blergh. just found out about this. honestly it's not too terrible for me but i would have liked to save a few things. ah well. ce la vie~
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Hype / Re: Publishing/Querying
« on: April 22, 2017, 07:37:07 am »
Gahhhhhhh. I'm so excited for you, Ara!!!! Congrats times a million!
I'll definitely be buying the book as well!
I'll definitely be buying the book as well!
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Rules, Guidelines & Site Updates / Re: SPAM Bot
« on: January 08, 2017, 03:41:30 am »
so this seemed to be the most recent SPAM bot thread and as i have spotted a bot, i shall report it here~
DavidKims appears to be a bot with concerns about those from abroad speaking English. it has posted in a thread or two (unchained, specifically). thought i'd let you all know if it wasn't already known~
DavidKims appears to be a bot with concerns about those from abroad speaking English. it has posted in a thread or two (unchained, specifically). thought i'd let you all know if it wasn't already known~
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OOC Discussion / Re: winchester. [80's horror]
« on: October 10, 2016, 08:39:21 pm »
yeah, i was thinking the memorial would be the following day. also, they should be helping out with the Hallows festival too (probably during the weekend).
i kind of want to avoid a bonfire, only because it's the main event of the Hallows festival. but i do like the idea of a forest party.
i kind of want to avoid a bonfire, only because it's the main event of the Hallows festival. but i do like the idea of a forest party.
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OOC Discussion / Re: winchester. [80's horror]
« on: October 10, 2016, 12:26:00 am »
sorry for the delay in posting guys but i finally posted~ also, i like dec, verse. he's a nice new addition~
btw, totally ripping this off stranger things, but what do you all think of having some kind of school assembly/memorial thing for Mary?
i was also talking this over with whit awhile back but i was thinking maybe our killer starts off with killing animals before he/she goes for more people? i'm thinking they set out food for strays that's poisoned and pretty much lets the animals kill themselves by eating it. it could be creepy finding random dead animals outside the school grounds or something.
let me know what you guys think!
btw, totally ripping this off stranger things, but what do you all think of having some kind of school assembly/memorial thing for Mary?
i was also talking this over with whit awhile back but i was thinking maybe our killer starts off with killing animals before he/she goes for more people? i'm thinking they set out food for strays that's poisoned and pretty much lets the animals kill themselves by eating it. it could be creepy finding random dead animals outside the school grounds or something.
let me know what you guys think!
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Modern/Futuristic Roleplay / Re: winchester.
« on: October 10, 2016, 12:19:31 am »
Chase headed for the nurse's office for all of a solid thirty-five seconds, enough to be out of prying eyes, and most importantly, out of the sight of Mr. Johnson and Mr. Beaumont. His eyes glanced behind him down the empty hallway, everyone still at lunch, probably settling back into routine since the "show" was over. Sadie was still holding onto his arm, but he was sure she was quick to realize they weren't heading for the nurse's office anymore.
"Well, I'd say you're just an idiot, but I think that's an understatement at his point." He smirked then, grey-blue eyes taking in Sadie's clearly bruising face. Well, one thing was for sure, Clark had one hell of a right swing. He knew Sadie probably wouldn't appreciate the comment, but he was also sure she saw it coming from a mile away. There was no way he'd let an opportunity like this pass him by.
His free hand pressed on the door to the back school parking lot and he led Sadie out into the crisp, cool air of mid-October. To the right, he could see his motorbike, just where he'd left it this morning, parked where he'd been told at least ten times, if not more, not to park there.
But convenience was hard to give up. Committing truancy though was a far easier venture.
His grin grew wider at the sight of his prized possession, he'd worked hard to obtain it, something he wasn't use to doing. His parents refused to help out, but hell if that was going to stop him from getting exactly what he wanted. He saved up his money, worked odd jobs, and subjected himself to working part time at the town pool as a lifeguard over the summer. It wasn't fun but it was worth it.
The bike itself was black, the details a shiny silver, all of which Chase kept clean and waxed. His father constantly told him it was a waste of money, said he should've bought a car, but Chase ignored him, more than pleased with his choice.
His eyes went back to Sadie, her face in good need of a pack of ice. He made a note to pick some up when they had the chance. "So, we can head back inside or we can commit some good ol' fashioned truancy. Your choice."
He didn't think it'd be a hard choice to make.
"Well, I'd say you're just an idiot, but I think that's an understatement at his point." He smirked then, grey-blue eyes taking in Sadie's clearly bruising face. Well, one thing was for sure, Clark had one hell of a right swing. He knew Sadie probably wouldn't appreciate the comment, but he was also sure she saw it coming from a mile away. There was no way he'd let an opportunity like this pass him by.
His free hand pressed on the door to the back school parking lot and he led Sadie out into the crisp, cool air of mid-October. To the right, he could see his motorbike, just where he'd left it this morning, parked where he'd been told at least ten times, if not more, not to park there.
But convenience was hard to give up. Committing truancy though was a far easier venture.
His grin grew wider at the sight of his prized possession, he'd worked hard to obtain it, something he wasn't use to doing. His parents refused to help out, but hell if that was going to stop him from getting exactly what he wanted. He saved up his money, worked odd jobs, and subjected himself to working part time at the town pool as a lifeguard over the summer. It wasn't fun but it was worth it.
The bike itself was black, the details a shiny silver, all of which Chase kept clean and waxed. His father constantly told him it was a waste of money, said he should've bought a car, but Chase ignored him, more than pleased with his choice.
His eyes went back to Sadie, her face in good need of a pack of ice. He made a note to pick some up when they had the chance. "So, we can head back inside or we can commit some good ol' fashioned truancy. Your choice."
He didn't think it'd be a hard choice to make.
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Modern/Futuristic Roleplay / Re: winchester.
« on: October 06, 2016, 07:20:55 am »
She could have run away, the opportunity was probably there for the taking, but Chase also knew he was deluding himself if he thought Sadie would ever consider that option. The former cheerleader seemed more keen on getting a broken nose than losing any bit of her pride. Although, he wouldn't deny he wasn't somewhat impressed by the girl's decision to headbutt Clark, reckless as it was.
Chase knew he needed to intervene, with every second that passed, this was only getting worse. However, Hart interfered instead, prying Jamie out of the fight, although she wasn't pulled away easily, putting up quite a fight against the guy she was usually attached at the hip to. Chase could only imagine what Clark would have done to him in such a situation.
For a second, he thought about thanking Hart, a strange thought and probably one he never thought he'd have. Still, if it wasn't for the burnout, Sadie would likely have a broken nose by now, if not worse. Then again, if Hart could have stopped the fight now, it only begged the question of why he didn't stop it sooner.
His eyes flickered away from Hart to Mr. Beaumont, mustached and vested, who seemed to finally decide now to make an appearance. Maiser had yet to return, which meant whatever teacher he decided to return with was probably going to be far more useful. Mr. Beaumont was boring and unimpressive, and although he never gave Chase much trouble, Chase still didn't care much for him.
Of course, Mr. Beaumont didn't make much of a move till Mr. Johnson appeared, the resident art teacher, typical of the art kid to pick the arts and crafts teacher. Suddenly the math and biology teacher seemed to care an awful lot about two girls beating each other senseless. He stupidly grabbed a hold of Jamie's arm, something Chase wouldn't even want to do, but surely the girl wasn't so reckless as to hit a teacher, even if it was Mr. Beaumont.
Picking on? More like beating the shit out of, old man. Chase thought to himself, maybe the sciences teacher needed a pair of glasses after all. Of course, Mr. Johnson was better about placating the situation, although the choice of his words was a bit poor. Talking and running her mouth off was likely what got Sadie into this situation in the first place, and he doubted Jamie Clark had anything nice to say either. Those two talking would just be another repeat of what they just stopped.
Maiser then reappeared at his side, almost like a ghost in his entrance. "I wouldn't call Hart a hero." He muttered back, words he didn't quite mean. Despite the circumstances, Hart had saved his friend after all, there was no denying that. But hell if he was saying that out loud.
"I'll take Sadie to the nurse, Mr. Johnson." His eyes switched back to Kyle, still holding onto Sadie and offered the girl his arm if she was willing to take it.
Chase knew he needed to intervene, with every second that passed, this was only getting worse. However, Hart interfered instead, prying Jamie out of the fight, although she wasn't pulled away easily, putting up quite a fight against the guy she was usually attached at the hip to. Chase could only imagine what Clark would have done to him in such a situation.
For a second, he thought about thanking Hart, a strange thought and probably one he never thought he'd have. Still, if it wasn't for the burnout, Sadie would likely have a broken nose by now, if not worse. Then again, if Hart could have stopped the fight now, it only begged the question of why he didn't stop it sooner.
His eyes flickered away from Hart to Mr. Beaumont, mustached and vested, who seemed to finally decide now to make an appearance. Maiser had yet to return, which meant whatever teacher he decided to return with was probably going to be far more useful. Mr. Beaumont was boring and unimpressive, and although he never gave Chase much trouble, Chase still didn't care much for him.
Of course, Mr. Beaumont didn't make much of a move till Mr. Johnson appeared, the resident art teacher, typical of the art kid to pick the arts and crafts teacher. Suddenly the math and biology teacher seemed to care an awful lot about two girls beating each other senseless. He stupidly grabbed a hold of Jamie's arm, something Chase wouldn't even want to do, but surely the girl wasn't so reckless as to hit a teacher, even if it was Mr. Beaumont.
Picking on? More like beating the shit out of, old man. Chase thought to himself, maybe the sciences teacher needed a pair of glasses after all. Of course, Mr. Johnson was better about placating the situation, although the choice of his words was a bit poor. Talking and running her mouth off was likely what got Sadie into this situation in the first place, and he doubted Jamie Clark had anything nice to say either. Those two talking would just be another repeat of what they just stopped.
Maiser then reappeared at his side, almost like a ghost in his entrance. "I wouldn't call Hart a hero." He muttered back, words he didn't quite mean. Despite the circumstances, Hart had saved his friend after all, there was no denying that. But hell if he was saying that out loud.
"I'll take Sadie to the nurse, Mr. Johnson." His eyes switched back to Kyle, still holding onto Sadie and offered the girl his arm if she was willing to take it.
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OOC Discussion / Re: winchester. [80's horror]
« on: October 05, 2016, 08:30:54 pm »
you guys can totally take part in the killer once i'm set on it. i wouldn't like to hog all the fun haha.
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Modern/Futuristic Roleplay / Re: winchester.
« on: October 05, 2016, 06:42:45 am »
Chase shrugged, letting Maiser take the slice without any fight. If he wanted a smelly piece of pizza, by all means, the guy could have it. The footballer supposed he could try one of the vending machines later if he did find himself with an appetite, hopefully he had enough change on him.
His thoughts about the white powered doughnuts in the vending machine down the hall ended quickly, the raising of voices in the cafeteria quickly catching his attention. Maiser was saying something about a bet, and Chase quickly realized what the artist was referring to.
In all the time that he'd known Sadie, he knew there was a lot of things the girl was but a fighter was not one of them. Sure, Sadie had a mouth on her, but that was about all she had. She was all bark and almost no bite. No one could say the same for Jamie though, who wore bruises like trophies, and if they gave out medals for fights, she'd probably have several of those as well.
Chase knew Sadie wasn't stupid, but he also knew that sometimes the girl didn't think before she spoke. Not that he had never been guilty of that, but Sadie, she was almost famous for it. And although Maiser was right, Sadie always seemed like she had something to prove either to everyone or to herself, getting the snot beaten out of her by Jamie Clark was not the way to do it.
He was about to tell Maiser he wasn't taking such a one sided bet when the noise in the cafeteria went from loud to almost ridiculous, which was not a good sign. His eyes flickered back to the girls just in time to watch Jamie Clark make a wild swing at Sadie's face.
That fucking idiot.
Chase stood up, eyes meeting Maiser's for just a moment, paint boy's mouth still working on Chase's slice of pizza. To be honest, Chase didn't like the idea of getting in the midst of a fight between girls, but it wasn't as if he could simply stand by and watch his friend learn the lesson too many others had already learned. He wasn't sure how he was going to stop the altercation, but he would at least attempt to. At best, he'd like to keep Clark from smashing Sadie's face in.
"Get a teacher, Maiser. This might get ugly."
His thoughts about the white powered doughnuts in the vending machine down the hall ended quickly, the raising of voices in the cafeteria quickly catching his attention. Maiser was saying something about a bet, and Chase quickly realized what the artist was referring to.
In all the time that he'd known Sadie, he knew there was a lot of things the girl was but a fighter was not one of them. Sure, Sadie had a mouth on her, but that was about all she had. She was all bark and almost no bite. No one could say the same for Jamie though, who wore bruises like trophies, and if they gave out medals for fights, she'd probably have several of those as well.
Chase knew Sadie wasn't stupid, but he also knew that sometimes the girl didn't think before she spoke. Not that he had never been guilty of that, but Sadie, she was almost famous for it. And although Maiser was right, Sadie always seemed like she had something to prove either to everyone or to herself, getting the snot beaten out of her by Jamie Clark was not the way to do it.
He was about to tell Maiser he wasn't taking such a one sided bet when the noise in the cafeteria went from loud to almost ridiculous, which was not a good sign. His eyes flickered back to the girls just in time to watch Jamie Clark make a wild swing at Sadie's face.
That fucking idiot.
Chase stood up, eyes meeting Maiser's for just a moment, paint boy's mouth still working on Chase's slice of pizza. To be honest, Chase didn't like the idea of getting in the midst of a fight between girls, but it wasn't as if he could simply stand by and watch his friend learn the lesson too many others had already learned. He wasn't sure how he was going to stop the altercation, but he would at least attempt to. At best, he'd like to keep Clark from smashing Sadie's face in.
"Get a teacher, Maiser. This might get ugly."
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OOC Discussion / Re: winchester. [80's horror]
« on: October 05, 2016, 03:33:15 am »
Blue and yellow are the school colors. We're the Winchester Blue Jays.
As for our serial killer, I have an idea in the works but it's not solidified yet. Unfortunately our killer probably would not be sniffing sweaters outside in a black poncho, as cool and creepy as that is.
As for our serial killer, I have an idea in the works but it's not solidified yet. Unfortunately our killer probably would not be sniffing sweaters outside in a black poncho, as cool and creepy as that is.
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Modern/Futuristic Roleplay / Re: winchester.
« on: October 04, 2016, 12:05:07 am »
Chase's eyes flicked open, looking at Maiser now filling the seat he had hoped would remain empty for the rest of the lunch hour. Unlike him, their resident school artist didn't seem to have any issue with chowing down on the rather unappetizing slice of pizza. Chase's plate was still in the midst of the table, untouched except for the piece of pepperoni he had plucked off earlier.
He should've been eating, Maiser wasn't wrong there. A student might have died but the world still carried on, classes were still going, and it wasn't as if he didn't have football practice later (Thomas was excused, clearly, as for the rest of them, their coach said a winning team wasn't built by missing practice).
"Not hungry." Chase sat up then, placing his legs back underneath the table, leaning back somewhat, the movement pulling at his letterman jacket. The answer felt oddly hollow, speaking for a sadness he knew he didn't have. Sure, his appetite was gone but it wasn't because a cheerleader died.
"Yeah, it's sad." Chase agreed, eyes elsewhere now, counting the paint specks on Maiser's clothes was quick to lose its thrill. He was sure there was nothing sadder than a sixteen year old girl dying, one that most of them had taken for granted that they'd see everyday.
He was about to say something else, ask if Maiser knew Mary well, when someone else caught his eye.
She was hard to miss, clothes bright, even more so under the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria. He made a mental note to comment on that later, he was sure she'd appreciate the remark. Sadie Jones and him went way back, further than he'd like sometimes, especially when she had a habit of bringing up stories he long thought were buried.They use to be neighbors, up till Sadie's dad lost his job anyway.
Now, even though she didn't live next door and wasn't a cheerleader any longer, their relationship hadn't changed much. Their contact in school varied, depending on classes and who was around. Chase typically didn't go out of his way to talk to Sadie during school hours, but he didn't do anything to avoid her either. After school and practice though was a different story, Chase would often rap at the trailer window of Sadie's bedroom till she let him in. He'd swipe a few beers from Sadie's dad's stash, and they'd goof off like they use to before Sadie moved away.
He almost snorted as Sadie and Jamie collided. They were about as different as night and day, their only connection being the trailer park they both lived in. Unfortunately, he was too far away to hear the exchange between the girls, although he was certain he would have gotten a good kick out of it. Sadie was quick, with a bit of a mouth on her, it was one of the things he liked about her, and he always liked to see when those wits were used against someone other than him.
Looking away, Maiser came into his vision again, Chase had somewhat forgotten his fellow classmate was still sitting there, although he finally noticed the smear of charcoal under Maiser's eye. "I see the sad day hasn't affected your appetite." He noted, not that it was the reason for affecting his, but painter boy didn't need to know that.
He should've been eating, Maiser wasn't wrong there. A student might have died but the world still carried on, classes were still going, and it wasn't as if he didn't have football practice later (Thomas was excused, clearly, as for the rest of them, their coach said a winning team wasn't built by missing practice).
"Not hungry." Chase sat up then, placing his legs back underneath the table, leaning back somewhat, the movement pulling at his letterman jacket. The answer felt oddly hollow, speaking for a sadness he knew he didn't have. Sure, his appetite was gone but it wasn't because a cheerleader died.
"Yeah, it's sad." Chase agreed, eyes elsewhere now, counting the paint specks on Maiser's clothes was quick to lose its thrill. He was sure there was nothing sadder than a sixteen year old girl dying, one that most of them had taken for granted that they'd see everyday.
He was about to say something else, ask if Maiser knew Mary well, when someone else caught his eye.
She was hard to miss, clothes bright, even more so under the fluorescent lights of the cafeteria. He made a mental note to comment on that later, he was sure she'd appreciate the remark. Sadie Jones and him went way back, further than he'd like sometimes, especially when she had a habit of bringing up stories he long thought were buried.They use to be neighbors, up till Sadie's dad lost his job anyway.
Now, even though she didn't live next door and wasn't a cheerleader any longer, their relationship hadn't changed much. Their contact in school varied, depending on classes and who was around. Chase typically didn't go out of his way to talk to Sadie during school hours, but he didn't do anything to avoid her either. After school and practice though was a different story, Chase would often rap at the trailer window of Sadie's bedroom till she let him in. He'd swipe a few beers from Sadie's dad's stash, and they'd goof off like they use to before Sadie moved away.
He almost snorted as Sadie and Jamie collided. They were about as different as night and day, their only connection being the trailer park they both lived in. Unfortunately, he was too far away to hear the exchange between the girls, although he was certain he would have gotten a good kick out of it. Sadie was quick, with a bit of a mouth on her, it was one of the things he liked about her, and he always liked to see when those wits were used against someone other than him.
Looking away, Maiser came into his vision again, Chase had somewhat forgotten his fellow classmate was still sitting there, although he finally noticed the smear of charcoal under Maiser's eye. "I see the sad day hasn't affected your appetite." He noted, not that it was the reason for affecting his, but painter boy didn't need to know that.
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Modern/Futuristic Roleplay / winchester.
« on: October 03, 2016, 03:01:26 am »
Mary Rothchild.
Chase knew her, hell, it was hard not to know someone in a town as small as Winchester. If you didn't know someone personally, you at least knew of them, heard their rumors, their stories told through the mouths of others who heard them from someone else who also heard them from someone else.
They weren't close by any means, not in the way that Chase would define being "close" anyway. He stayed distant with most, letting them know enough to feel like they knew him, but not enough to form those kind of friendships that were popularized in the books he read as a kid. He was no damn Hardy Boy, that's for sure.
Mary was popular, friendly, and not half-bad to look at when your eyes had to pick between her and the vocabulary posters their teacher put up on the white walls. He hadn't dated her, although he had thought about it, but found it too much trouble (dating tended to be). She ended up dating a fellow teammate, Thomas Winters, which was probably a good choice. Thomas was a decent, dependable guy that wouldn't be caught cheating on her behind the bleachers with some freshman cheerleader.
He'd done that twice, not his finest moments to be sure.
And now, walking into the cafeteria, seeing Thomas sitting alone, Chase wished he knew Mary better, maybe not the way Thomas knew her, but enough to be some kind of support, enough not to feel like a fucking stranger to it all.
But he was a stranger and that made him turn away, leave Thomas to his mourning, while he debated if the pizza in the cafeteria was really worth eating.
Turns out it wasn't, Chase looked the greasy slice over, plucking off a pepperoni. It didn't smell quite right and Chase pushed the plate away, deciding he'd rather starve in this instance. He'd chosen a booth, his usual spot in the cafeteria, although he typically wasn't sitting alone.
Today, however, things were different. It wasn't everyday that a sixteen year old girl died, and it left a mark at Winchester High, an ugly one. The police report wasn't out yet, nothing was official, other than the obvious fact that Mary Rothchild was indeed, dead. So far, the consensus was that it was an accident, but of course, there were rumors that it wasn't, some going so far as to say it was murder, suicide.
Chase stretched out on the booth, his legs dangling off the far edge of the seat, his head resting against the wall. He could sleep, he thought, no one would bother him. As far as everyone would know, his group of friends were in turmoil, still dealing with the death of one of their own. Chase was supposed to be in mourning as well, whatever that was.
He closed his eyes but sleep seemed far away, the hum of the noise of the cafeteria in his ears. Everyone was talking about Mary, whether they knew her or not. The funeral was supposed to be sometime next week, after they figured out exactly what happened, after the police had finished putting all the pieces together.
But Winchester High was already forming their own idea of what happened
murder.
Chase knew her, hell, it was hard not to know someone in a town as small as Winchester. If you didn't know someone personally, you at least knew of them, heard their rumors, their stories told through the mouths of others who heard them from someone else who also heard them from someone else.
They weren't close by any means, not in the way that Chase would define being "close" anyway. He stayed distant with most, letting them know enough to feel like they knew him, but not enough to form those kind of friendships that were popularized in the books he read as a kid. He was no damn Hardy Boy, that's for sure.
Mary was popular, friendly, and not half-bad to look at when your eyes had to pick between her and the vocabulary posters their teacher put up on the white walls. He hadn't dated her, although he had thought about it, but found it too much trouble (dating tended to be). She ended up dating a fellow teammate, Thomas Winters, which was probably a good choice. Thomas was a decent, dependable guy that wouldn't be caught cheating on her behind the bleachers with some freshman cheerleader.
He'd done that twice, not his finest moments to be sure.
And now, walking into the cafeteria, seeing Thomas sitting alone, Chase wished he knew Mary better, maybe not the way Thomas knew her, but enough to be some kind of support, enough not to feel like a fucking stranger to it all.
But he was a stranger and that made him turn away, leave Thomas to his mourning, while he debated if the pizza in the cafeteria was really worth eating.
Turns out it wasn't, Chase looked the greasy slice over, plucking off a pepperoni. It didn't smell quite right and Chase pushed the plate away, deciding he'd rather starve in this instance. He'd chosen a booth, his usual spot in the cafeteria, although he typically wasn't sitting alone.
Today, however, things were different. It wasn't everyday that a sixteen year old girl died, and it left a mark at Winchester High, an ugly one. The police report wasn't out yet, nothing was official, other than the obvious fact that Mary Rothchild was indeed, dead. So far, the consensus was that it was an accident, but of course, there were rumors that it wasn't, some going so far as to say it was murder, suicide.
Chase stretched out on the booth, his legs dangling off the far edge of the seat, his head resting against the wall. He could sleep, he thought, no one would bother him. As far as everyone would know, his group of friends were in turmoil, still dealing with the death of one of their own. Chase was supposed to be in mourning as well, whatever that was.
He closed his eyes but sleep seemed far away, the hum of the noise of the cafeteria in his ears. Everyone was talking about Mary, whether they knew her or not. The funeral was supposed to be sometime next week, after they figured out exactly what happened, after the police had finished putting all the pieces together.
But Winchester High was already forming their own idea of what happened
murder.
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OOC Discussion / Re: winchester. [80's horror]
« on: October 02, 2016, 03:31:31 am »
Yayyyy. Glad to have y'all aboard, this is gonna be fun~
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OOC Discussion / Re: winchester. [80's horror]
« on: October 01, 2016, 07:51:10 am »
Chase Masters
stay gold.
stay gold.
Seventeen
Tall and broad shouldered with dark blonde hair and grey-blue eyes. His skin has tanned over years of playing football, but it often fades with the cold winters of New York. Classically handsome with an athletic build, Chase is well aware that he's not bad to look at and makes use of it.
A football star in his own right, although not captain of the team (for reasons he never explains truthfully but flashes a smile every time), he's scored enough touchdowns and made enough good plays to guarantee him a ride to almost any college with a decent football team. His grades are also good enough alone to get him into college but that's something he keeps to himself. Charming and well-liked, by most anyway, Chase thinks high school is easy and has no reason to think otherwise.
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OOC Discussion / Re: winchester. [80's horror]
« on: October 01, 2016, 06:19:23 am »WELCOME TO WINCHESTER HIGH.
Everyone should be playing a student, grades 9th -12th, ages 14-18.
Remember, this is set in the 1980's so no cellphones, no internet, not much digital of anything really. It's also horror, going with the serial killer/thriller vibe. Someone is offing people in Winchester and no one knows who or why, the only real question is who is next?
The setting is mid October, right in the midst of fall, leaves changing, chilly winds, all that bit. Everyone is super excited for the Hallows festival, which typically everyone helps out with, people dress up, party, etc. It's a huge event and a big deal for the town.
Feel free to play multiple characters if you like, and keep in mind, characters can and WILL die. You're more likely to be a target if you're inactive though. Also, if you'd like to offer your character as the next one on the killer's list, I will definitely not be against it.
If you've got any questions, just let me know!
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OOC Discussion / winchester. [80's horror]
« on: October 01, 2016, 06:01:31 am »Winchester, New York
1985.
1985.
Dance into the fire.
That fatal kiss is all we need.
That fatal kiss is all we need.
Winchester High, the first and the only high school in the small town of Winchester, New York. Famous for their winning football team, state champs last year, and their Hallows festival, a town favorite tradition where the locals sell a variety of goods, have a parade, and end the festival with an impressive bonfire.
Things are generally quiet in this suburban town till a girl dies in 1985...
They said it was an accident.
Dance into the fire.
When all we see is a view to kill.
When all we see is a view to kill.
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Hype / Re: video games. [hell yeah]
« on: September 27, 2016, 08:51:07 pm »
so...it's time for my infamously long tangent about whatever games i'm interested/played/need to breathe, etc.
FIRST
the new pokemon sun and moon game. i haven't wanted a pokemon game so bad since the gold and silver versions. it looks AMAZING and the trailers thus far have just amped my hype for it. these new region versions (alola or whatever the hell) look so fucking cool. Also, surfing motherfucking raichu, dreams do come true.
most importantly, i can finally dress up my character in cool ass shit and she can have hair cuts again. literally all my money in XY went to clothes and this game will be no different. also, the variety of styles is hella impressive and much better than the cool, beauty, sporty, and elegant styles in XY. needless to say, my character is gonna have one hell of a wardrobe.
also, the starters finally have a cat, a freakin' fire tiger. sold, so buying in November.
SECOND
i finally bought unraveled like...two weeks ago. it's gorgeous and adorable and definitely worth the twenty bucks i paid for it. unfortunately i am also totally and completely stuck in it and my yarny doll keeps drowning and i hate sticks. also, crabs suck, fuck those shelled bastards, eat your clams and stop killing me!
i'm currently avoiding looking up how to pass the part i'm stuck at. my pride keeps telling me i can figure it out but my patience is super limited. i may or may not cheat later. shhhh.
FINALLY
i think FXV is finally coming out in like November or something. idk. i just think they're hot.
FIRST
the new pokemon sun and moon game. i haven't wanted a pokemon game so bad since the gold and silver versions. it looks AMAZING and the trailers thus far have just amped my hype for it. these new region versions (alola or whatever the hell) look so fucking cool. Also, surfing motherfucking raichu, dreams do come true.
most importantly, i can finally dress up my character in cool ass shit and she can have hair cuts again. literally all my money in XY went to clothes and this game will be no different. also, the variety of styles is hella impressive and much better than the cool, beauty, sporty, and elegant styles in XY. needless to say, my character is gonna have one hell of a wardrobe.
also, the starters finally have a cat, a freakin' fire tiger. sold, so buying in November.
SECOND
i finally bought unraveled like...two weeks ago. it's gorgeous and adorable and definitely worth the twenty bucks i paid for it. unfortunately i am also totally and completely stuck in it and my yarny doll keeps drowning and i hate sticks. also, crabs suck, fuck those shelled bastards, eat your clams and stop killing me!
i'm currently avoiding looking up how to pass the part i'm stuck at. my pride keeps telling me i can figure it out but my patience is super limited. i may or may not cheat later. shhhh.
FINALLY
i think FXV is finally coming out in like November or something. idk. i just think they're hot.
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Welcome Noobel Blewd! / Re: 'Ello!
« on: June 06, 2016, 05:42:05 am »
welcome to para. hope to see you around, space cowboy.
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travel the world. i love art and art museums and while the united states has plenty of them, so does the rest of the world and I NEED TO SEE THEM ALL. i would also photograph all my adventures and self publish a photo book. also, i'd go visit whit and we'd party the fuck up in aussieland.
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Hype / Re: goals/accomplishments
« on: January 10, 2016, 10:07:43 pm »
awwww thank you, ara~
haha, your Sunday sounds like my life story. bed is just sooooo nice and sleeping just soooooo good. i keep telling myself i'm gonna start working on my deadline on Monday but watch me not. and yeah, it's definitely good motivation, i mean, i work hard, i just work hard at the last minute (bad me).
haha, your Sunday sounds like my life story. bed is just sooooo nice and sleeping just soooooo good. i keep telling myself i'm gonna start working on my deadline on Monday but watch me not. and yeah, it's definitely good motivation, i mean, i work hard, i just work hard at the last minute (bad me).
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Hype / Re: music: let's make some kick ass playlists.
« on: January 10, 2016, 11:25:47 am »
i think i'm having a love affair with glass animals and i don't regret it. their music is amazing.
black mambo - glass animals
black mambo - glass animals