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Post by OmegaFalcon on Jan 10, 2007 0:06:24 GMT -5
Jeck had left all his equipment locked up in his safe to finally take a nice small vacation at the Lagoon of Morning Mist. He had heard some rumors that there was always mist in the morning and wanted to see for him self if this was actually true. He was setting up his nice leisure tent at the camp sight he had reserved a few weeks before hand. He was having a little bit more trouble than usual probably because he had not used this tent in quite some time.
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Post by vehemence on Jan 20, 2007 4:13:44 GMT -5
Is this post stagnant? If not, I'll RP with you, if you don't mind.
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Veins in the body runs miles long, stretching and entwining in rivulets until they reach one origin: the mendacious heart. Some are filipendulous and wispy, diaphonous and precarious.
The heart is the sovereign muscle in numerous ways. Its ability to endure any holocaust for hours falls nothing short than a miracle, unprecedented, pure. Hearts just don't burn. Burn not. Not at all.
Alden has always been an eccentric boy, but his mother certainly preponderates over him in that area. What an adamantly licentious woman she was, flirting with anything that moved.
No. Musn't excogitate on quisquilious subjects such as that. If Mother wished to be a whore, let her be.
-V
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Post by Kinoko on Jan 25, 2007 17:00:12 GMT -5
./OOC;` I need to RP before I flippin' dieeee!!! @.@
Kinoko wandered the forest, delighting in the diaphanous silence of the night, pressing against her ears, only briefly broken by the rustle of the slight breeze through the trees, or perhaps the even lighter touch of a leaf against the ground after its waving descent. Too bad and whatever. Screw all this Japanese poetic crap.
"Serena!! Are you here? Heck, I didn't go to all the trouble of tracking down Vincent to come into the forest just so I could tell you that I tracked down Vincent for the sake of tracking down you!" she called. Amadeus, who has been unmentioned till now, meowed in derision and butted her ear in reproach. You're too dang loud and you disturbed my nap, he seemed to say.
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Post by vehemence on Jan 25, 2007 20:18:22 GMT -5
The frontal lobe of the brain governs reason, logic, and humor. Certain incarcerated miscreants have their frontal lobes surgically removed as to deter rescidivism.
Alden was never one for trenchant deductions and empirical expertise; heuristics surpassed his ken. However, he always knew when somethng rebarbative was crawling his way, little spiders skittering across smooth linoneum.
(Crepuscular is a tribute to dusk.)
He missed his mother dearly. That wretched whore, eternally dominating his life with her imperious attitude. Still, she was Mother, and Mother must be extolled, somatous toll, paralyzed. Soul was stole, poor babe left.
(Aubades are only sung by corpses.)
She is a tantalizing creature, terribly so, flagrant tempestress.
"Little fox comes running from a copse, only to be devoured and left for dead," child-lover jeered.
(Pretty skin bleeding cerise, blood not cease, russet inside the crease.)
-V
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Post by Kinoko on Jan 26, 2007 11:39:10 GMT -5
./OOC;` Hehehehe. xD Give Omega a chance to post...
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Post by Kinoko on Jan 28, 2007 18:02:58 GMT -5
./OOC;` Waiting for Omega. Like the good person I am.
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Post by OmegaFalcon on Jan 29, 2007 20:45:34 GMT -5
So Jeck finished putting his tent up and started up a campfire as the sky got darker for the night. What was that noise? Jeck started to go towards where the sound came from the closer he the sound was clearer than he understood it was a person looking for someone. Perhaps they where lost. He went back to camp and grabbed his flashlight and started to find the person who he thought was lost.
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Post by vehemence on Jan 30, 2007 0:40:43 GMT -5
Homeostasis in the body is regulated primarily by the hypothalums. The sensations of edacity and fatigue are controlled by it. However, lassitude and voraciousness (versus true hunger) are feelings contigent on the person's mood, natural inclination, etc. In other words, superfluous urges to eat can be quelled by a collation.
A bit odd this place is, outlandish certainly. Alden frowned deeply at the ostensibly audacious woman he was annoying. Stupid female, really. Nonetheless, a ravenous boy demands something to placate his stomach.
"You, there...yes, you, the human. Quite sorry that I don't know your name, but do you happen to know that impertinent harridan howling over there like a dying cat?"
-V
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Post by Kinoko on Jan 31, 2007 20:43:16 GMT -5
Kinoko's ears, sharpened as they were from demonic taints twitched as she registered speech just a few feet yonder. She turned to look the opposite direction Amadeus happened to swivel and had a welcoming poke to her right eye from his whiskers.
"Ow, flippin'-" she bit off the curses that were queuing on her tongue and glared at Amadeus from the vantage point of her peripheral vision, "Whatever."
Amadeus gave a nonchalant yawn, That person just said you were yelling like a dying cat. What're you going to do about it? he gave a cat-like sniff, Personally, I think his taste in cliches rather... insulting.
Kinoko couldn't hear what he said, but neither did she miss the implied insult in the inquiry. She pasted a contempuous look upon her face and resisted the urge to throw something sharp, yes, deadly, yes, friendly, no, "If you have any complaints; I'd like to request that you refer them to me," she nodded at Jeck, "Long time no see."
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Post by OmegaFalcon on Jan 31, 2007 22:54:58 GMT -5
"Ah... Hello,” It took Jeck a little bit of time to register who he had just ran into, "Oh right you’re the sweet shop keeper. What brings you here? I have heard rumors that you never leave your shop unless it’s really important." Jeck was starting to feel, well, defenseless in front of her because he had no weapons on him and he was an easy target with out his armor. "Umm... Nice cat. Are you um... lost?" It was getting really dark so Jeck turned on the flashlight so he could see.
OOC: Gosh I think I have some grammar mistakes but I just can’t find them. Any ways I think it would be kind and a little more welcoming in the tread if there were not so many um... post. Would you two be willing to delete your non-rp post?
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Post by Kinoko on Feb 2, 2007 11:47:07 GMT -5
./OOC;` I'll delete it, no problem, but here I am with another one. xD Go figure. I'll delete it after V posts.
It's a decent post; nothing major. You're good. xD[/size] [glow=silver,2,300]...walking this road without you... remaking forgotten promises... and meet you at road's end... [/size][/b][/glow][/center]
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