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 Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:10 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:46 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:49 pm
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Rule Two
1.) Dude, everyone should know by now to follow all of gaia's and this guild's rules. If you don't. . . Anyway.
2.) I hate when people join and rp and don't post. If you are going to apply, please be active! Like posting every other day or like 3 times a week. If that's a lot i apologize, but I don't want to have to wait a week for one person. Seriously. This is semi-lite. I want something to read. Something to work with. No bland few sentences, it has to have some depth and something to help others reply to it. Grammar is big with me. Spelling is too. So, not too many mistakes. A few here and there I won't notice but if it's every other word. . No. Oh, and I like pretty post:3 those make me one happy little girl. It makes me want to read them more!
3.) I do reservations. I like reservations. I want them PMed to me. No one is to post here unless you are accepted by ME. I am boss of this little rp. Anyway, reservations should be sent under the name "Crazy Killer Tacos" If i accept your reservation, then continue to make the full profile. You have three days, I'm not waiting longer than that. PM the full profile to me under, "I want Ice Cream." And I wanna see a Drama LLama in there somewhere. Or else I'll send it back. DO NOT SPAM!
4.) I sound kinda mean here don't I? I'm not. Just picky. Anyway, this is a love thing, but there will be no talking of doing it! I don't want a porno. Yes, he is a hooker. But that does not mean he has had sex or will have sex with all his clients; including invisible girl. A bit of steam is good. I can go to bout pg-16 maybe pg-17. We're all mature adults here right? Language is the other thing. I'm fine with it in small amounts, but every other word does not need to be F**k! Kay? kay.
5.) Yeah, I'm very picky. But this is still something to have fun with, Its a comedy. Make it funny and goofy. No serious-ness all the darn time and no perfect characters, I hate those. I want some drama in this thing to. Don't be afraid to add twists and turns and loopy loops. I like em.
Etc. These are subject to change or more maybe added.
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:52 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:56 pm
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Posted: Tue Jun 19, 2012 6:58 pm
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Posted: Wed Jun 20, 2012 5:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 03, 2012 2:14 am
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Posted: Fri Jul 06, 2012 1:17 pm
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Posted: Tue Jul 10, 2012 10:29 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 14, 2012 2:13 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 21, 2012 8:18 pm
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Posted: Tue Aug 14, 2012 5:18 pm
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 1:10 pm
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█████████████████████████████xx☁☀xx████
AND MAYBE YOU'LL BE THE ONE TO SAVE MExxxxxBECAUSE AFTER ALL.xxxxxYOU'RE MY WONDERWALL
AND MAYBE YOU'LL BE THE ONE TO SAVE MExxxxxBECAUSE AFTER ALLxxxxxYOU'RE MY WONDERWALL
AND MAYBE YOU'LL BE THE ONE TO SAVE MExxxxxBECAUSE AFTER ALLxxxxxYOU'RE MY WONDERWALL
❝ Dottie Faye Lauren ▊▍
_________________________________________________________________
 ☁xx Beep beep beep beep It was an annoying sound, but the two people in front of the television screen didn't seem to notice. They were too involved with the cause of the sound. A video game. An old video game at that. "Dottie! How did you win again?" The male said. The girl turned her brown eyes to her friend and smiled, tucking her bright red hair behind her ear. She was smaller than most girls her age and spoke quietly, "It's just luck I guess, Darren." Her friend, who's name we now know as Darren, glared at her, but Dottie just stuck her tongue out at him. They had known each other for a long time, and were like siblings. Most would think they were together, but considering Darren was gay, it would never happen. Dottie was the only one who knew Darren's secret and she didn't plan on sharing it any time soon. Not like she could anyway. She was so shy, she couldn't really talk to anyone. ☀xxThis is how the two spent Dottie's off days. Playing games at his house. His parents worked so much that he was at home alone a lot. Well, except for his brother, Marcus. But he was different. He had some personality disorder and went crazy every once in a while. Most people were afraid of him. Dottie wasn't. And neither was Darren. Darren loved his brother no matter what was wrong with him. There was no doubt their parents loved him too, but you could still see the fear in them. Marcus had been in and out of his room a lot today and Dottie had noticed she didn't really have a problem talking around him like most people. He was nice for the most part, but she hadn't really talked to him today. Or ever. . . Dottie hated that about her. She was shy and scared of everyone. It's not like she could help it really. ☁xx Dottie turned back to the game at hand. She was thinking too much and her head was starting to hurt. Her hair didn't help either. It was so bright and a bit annoying, even to her. Her throat felt dry and she needed a drink. She stood up and looked down at Darren. "I'm going to get a drink. Want something?' "Food? Please? I can't cook worth a damn." Dottie laughed and nodded. She would go raid the kitchen and see what she could come up with. She did this often and really liked cooking for other people. She turned around and walked to the kitchen to look around.
[[OOC: Starting<3]] |
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Posted: Wed Aug 15, 2012 11:54 pm
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xx◄ ◄ ◄ ► ℳỿ ṨȶɵℜỾ ɠʘҿᴤ . . .xxxx
It was a day like any other. Except, it was different. Outside still looked like outside, but it looked not like the normal outside. And inside had changed, too, but it looked exactly like inside always looked. Even the rooms of the house had all changed, playing musical chairs without the chairs, although the rooms were all where they belonged. Oh...it just feels different, Marcus reasoned, letting himself understand that he just had a shift in perception. No, no, no, it really is all different! Don't you see, Marcus? Why can't you see that it's just all different!? A voice raged inside of him, causing a scowl to crease his brows. "Would you shut up? I'm relaxing," Marcus growled back, and he felt the Red Voice slink away. It's alright, Marcus. We'll leave you alone for a little while. Just don't do anything without us around to help you, OK? Another voice piped up, gentle and female, and very, very blue. "I promise," He sighed, and he felt all the Voices fade into the background.
It wasn't very often that Marcus got time off from the Voices. There were seven prominent ones. Or, seven different ones, he should say. Seven of the Voices made colors dance around in his head and around his eyes, so he noticed them the most. They made him feel different things, too. Some were females, some were males. There was Red, Blue, Green, Orange, Yellow, Purple, and one that changed between Black and White. All the other occasional Voices were gray in color and didn't enforce emotion, so they kept quiet. A lot. Possibly because the Red Voice hated them. "Red, you're really mean," Marcus commented, knowing that the Blue Voice had everything under control and that he was safe for now. "Why are you mean, when your brothers aren't? Orange is funny and crazy and loud and nice. Yellow is peaceful and calm and nice. Even Green, who is always trying to rile me up, is nicer than you. And he hates people who are better than I am. You're just...mean," He finished, feeling the Red Voice edge closer, but not quite into his mind. Marcus sat up from laying back on his bed and shook his head.
The female Voices, the Blue Voice and the Purple Voice, were polar opposites. The Blue Voice was gentle, but very, very stern. She was their leader. She had told him a long time ago that she had a worse side he would never see, but that the other Voices saw sometimes, and it was true that he'd yet to see it. The only one who could oppose the Blue Voice was the Black/White Voice, but it didn't show up very often. And when it did, bad things happened. The Black/White Voice was female when Black and male when White, but they sound exactly the same. So Marcus just called the Voice 'it'. Also, it was a child, like the Green Voice. The Purple Voice was rude, cunning, and overall bad, but she was very weak and would back away from Marcus if he asked her to do so. The only way she could put herself out there was for him to let her come out, and Marcus only did so to practice controlling them once they'd taken over. It had been a while since anyone but the Blue Voice and the Yellow Voice had seen out, but even just thinking about it--despite the fact that thinking about the Voices helped him keep saner--was an offering to them, so he quickly shut his thoughts down and left his room.
Marcus had no reason to move than just to move. He walked from his room to the hallway bathroom, turned on the cold sink water, and counted the bottles in the medicine cabinet. Most of the prescriptions were his. He calculated the percentage that were his, then turned off the sink water and left to walk down the hall to the theater and game room. Marcus pulled out all of the remotes, stacked them against the wall in a pyramid fashion, and then counted all of the buttons between the controllers. There were a lot. Afterwards, he simply put them away again, messed with the foosball table for a little, and then left again to walk downstairs.
You sure are shifty...
Marcus sneered. He liked the Yellow Voice, but that was unfair. "Go away! She said you would all leave me alone, remember?" He reiterated, feeling the Blue Voice drag the Yellow Voice away again. Busy with Red, I guess, He considered as he reached the bottom step and turned into the kitchen, immediately recognizing a young lady rummaging through what food was around. Marcus froze for a second and his eyes shot toward Darren, whose fingers played on a video game Marcus gave him a long time ago, but whose eyes were fixated on his older brother. Sometimes, Marcus didn't quite realize when he spoke to the Voices out loud, and Darren had to notify him in some way of it. This was definitely notification. Marcus just hoped he wasn't too loud.
Turning back toward the kitchen, he approached the refrigerator and took out a bottle of water from the cool depths of the appliance, but he didn't bother to open or drink from it. He was stuck on listening to the girl looking around until he finally gazed up at her, meeting her eyes. "Dottie, right?" Marcus asked, although he had hardly forgotten her. Darren spoke of her often, but they were never properly introduced. He flashed her a quick smile, but said nothing more as his watch started to chirp and Marcus was forced to excuse himself before Darren would reprimand his brother of not taking his medicine in a timely manner as he should. "You kids have fun," Marcus called back upon his departure back upstairs to the bathroom, where he quickly pulled out the necessary medications for the time and downed them with the bottle of water.
Not a single Voice stirred.
xxxx. . . ȡӧℰƨɳ'Ϯ ℐт? ◄ ► ► ►xx
〖 ooc: I promise, they won't all be this long! I just wanted to cover the way he differentiates the Voices...and I'm really bored, so I wrote a lot XP 〗
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