Avatar of Altered Tundra

Status

Recent Statuses

15 days ago
Current A decade ago when we made that meme "get kid", this isn't exactly what we meant...
1 like
1 mo ago
Do you think the reason Jesus Christ doesn't rise again is because we keep putting up crosses and he gets flashbacks on how that went last time?
5 likes
6 mos ago
Happy almost crisis!
9 likes
9 mos ago
it's not just a rock IT'S A BOULDER!...or whatever Spongebob said
1 like
10 mos ago
I will never show empathy for a bigot or a man who believed empathy is a made up term. Simple as that.
9 likes

Bio

Most Recent Posts

I know, I take forever, but I promise Drea's worth it. Trust me.




Wait, what did she say? Gob? Sod?

Ava scratched her head. Almost every word that she had said that followed her opinion about the rich and powerful, Ava had found herself slipping in and out of confusion as this dark-haired girl kept on going on in that thick, British accent of hers. Sure, Ava knew that people talked in different ways and if they were foreigners, then adjusting to the normalized, American lingo was a tad difficult, but the way that this chick had been talking made Ava’s mind go somewhere else, specifically why a British chick was at Columbia in the first place. It didn’t make sense. She didn’t look like the type to come from a poor family. Her clothes were pretty fashionable, though, upon a closer inspection, Ava noticed they followed that hipster trend that’s been popular as of late. Ava didn’t understand it herself, but who was she to judge? She didn’t necessarily dress to impress, either.

The Mossos girl let out a sigh. Despite what this Brit’s rhetoric and tone hinted at, Ava didn’t move a damn inch. In fact, to further how comfortable she was, she placed her bag on the table and pulled out her phone, giving the young woman across from her a rather fake, almost antagonizing smile. “You know they made a movie about The Great Gatsby. I never watched it, but funny enough, I have an uncle from my mother’s side of the family my mom says looks a lot like Leonardo Dicaprio. I honestly don’t see it myself. My Uncle Gabriel has broader shoulders and is pretty much a loser.” Ava was sort of just talking, musing more like, to herself, through her eyes left her phone and went to the Brit across from her. “Oh and that comment about the trust fund babies —” Ava purposely spoke a little louder so those who actually were here because of mommy and daddy’s money heard her “— if they truly knew about me and what family I came from, they wouldn’t think twice about messing with—”

And that’s when she put her foot in her mouth. The next thing that was going to come out of Ava’s mouth was to brag about how she comes from a family of powerful people with mafia ties. That wasn’t how Ava rolled. No, she wanted to stay away from that side that actually was proud of being a criminal. She wasn’t her brother nor was she her mother. It wasn’t true. It honestly was bullshit that they claimed to be so proud of a legacy filled with violence and crime. She’d rather be poor like those in the middle class than have to show some pride in her family’s power and how they obtained it.

“But nevermind that, stranger from across the pond, I’m not here to brag about my stupid family. What are you doing here in America? There are plenty of prestigious colleges from wherever it is you’re from, so why come here? Columbia isn’t exactly Brown. You probably would’ve saved a ton of pounds in commute.” Ava leaned forward, glancing at the stranger. “And by the way, allow me to save you the trouble of guessing my name. I’m sure if you had all of the guesses in the world, you’d never think it was Ava. So, there it is. My name is Ava. And now, it’s your turn to do the proper, Brit thing, and tell me yours. I bet it’s something like Annabelle or Clementine Ava did the worst British accent in human history when she said Clementine just now. “But seriously, it’d be nice to put a name to the thickness of your accent. Sucks having to always refer to you as ‘the Brit chick’.”


@Inkarnate how them posts coming?



Columbus University → Library
@Bee




“What a mess. She’s late. Mother fucking gods, I swear if I have to wait a moment longer…”

Ava had been running around the vast campus for at least twenty minutes now and frantically, at that. Gone were the hopes of having sweatless stains on her white top. It was so annoying to have them stick out like a sore thumb and so early in the day. The only thing worse was getting lost in this overstuffed-with-entitled-pricks that New York called a “prestigious college”. Of all places, her parents chose to send her to this glorified party school where all of the fucking whores who went to private schools were going to get drunk and fuck whatever dumb fratboy came their way. She would’ve preferred going to NYU Film Academy. Or hell, maybe even try out Hudson University, but instead, she had to endure all of these entitled little shits.

Thanks a lot, mom.

Despite how she was feeling about this school and its obvious elitism, Ava couldn’t ignore how breathtaking it was. Though she mostly had a cynical outlook on a lot of things, the breathtaking landscape of the campus wasn't one of those things. From every building she passed in-between her sprints and brisk walks, Ava found herself mesmerized by the statues, the vintage architecture, and the vast greenery that surprisingly meshed well with the skyscrapers that hovered around it. Ignoring the fact that Ava was likely to have a terrible time here what with the obnoxious teachers and too-large-for-its-own-good, maybe it would be worth it just to see the campus in all of its glory. She couldn’t give a rat’s ass if she failed. Chilling out in the quad or maybe in a quiet corner somewhere was very appealing.

“Yeah maybe it would be--” Ava suddenly felt a buzz from her phone. She ignored it, but then she heard various rings go off throughout the quad. Whatever it was, everyone was getting it. Only after Ava had given into the temptation did she get clued in on what exactly the big commotion was about. Low and behold, it was that anonymous blogger reporting about some sighting of some entitled, pretentious prick. Ava couldn’t be bothered to read the rest of the news blast. She got turned off after she saw a photo of the guy. Looked like a dickhead, so she didn’t even bother to scroll down any further. Instead, the spunky female decided to take a stroll.

There was maybe a five or ten-minute lapse of time that got away from Ava as she took her sweet time. The scenery really was getting to her. It even got to the point that she didn’t seem to care that she was actually supposed to go by the quad and look at some of the clubs. No, instead, she found herself by he giant-ass library. Yeah, if the campus was something to behold, surely the museum-sized building that housed lots and lots of books was worth checking out. Though, Ava didn’t realize how large it was until she had actually walked in. Right away, she could tell that she was like a fish out of water. The building was at least three stories and all of it full of dozens upon dozens of books. It was amazing that it was able to be kept clean and organized.

“The bills this place must rack up..”

“Shh!”

Ava shot the librarian a scathing glare, only to be returned with one that shook the Mossos girl down to her core. Ava might’ve been known for her glares and scowls, but this lady was something remarkable. Just one glance from her aged, steely eyes and all traces of Ava’s tendency to retort back was met with a blank expression. Knowing that it would be a winless fight, she decided to take the high road, walking over to where a group of various students seemed to be all cozy at. Upon closer inspection, they were hovering over a series of tables that had these syllabuses for classes. It’s not like it did her any good since her classes were already chosen for her thanks to her parents. They felt the need to control her every move and decision. Her education was no different.

So, what class was she set to have first? Fucking English Composition. “Wonderful, isn’t it? We have to read these book about stupid ass people who are more pretentious than the trust-fund babies who will seize control over these grounds.” Ava vented to no one in particular, though she did spot someone hovering over the same table she was at. “Unless you’re one of those pretentious asshats. In which case, I apologize for not directing it at you personally. Not sorry for speaking the truth, though.”


>a few

n-nani!?
@Bee Very good post, my friend!
@InkarnateI mean, yeah in hindsight, you're right, but at the moment and at the first glance, you could probably understand our confusion.
I found out the RP I was bitching about back on the previous page two pages ago (the one where the GM was playing "I've got a secret") has officially died. I shouldn't be happy about that ... but damn if I don't have the smuggest fucking grin on my face right now. Sweet retribution.


I sincerely hope you meant the RP and not the GM who died, because that's not a very cool thing to do.




Gossip Girl here, your one and only source into the scandalous lives of Manhattan’s Elite...And who am I? That’s one secret I’ll never tell. You know you love me.
XOXO, Gossip Girl

Gossip Girl

For about ten years now, Gossip Girl has been around, reporting on the lives of Manhattan’s Elite. No one knows who Gossip Girl is. Some rumors claim that the person behind the identity of Gossip Girl was probably a scorned member of Manhattan’s Elite, while others claim it's just someone bored with their own lives, so they decided to cause trouble for the Elite. Whoever it is behind that screen, be it a tablet, a phone, or some laptop at a cafe nearby, one thing is clear to everyone who is the topic of one of Gossip Girl’s News Blasts…

No one is safe.

If you are spotted by one of Gossip Girl’s many, many devout followers, be on the lookout. You might be the topic of her next news blast.

The Upper East Side is not for everyone. She’s tough and often unforgiving to outsiders. Should you be lucky enough to be included in a tight-knit group of Manhattan’s Elite, know if you show weakness, you will perish, for here only the strong survive. The beauties and beasts of the concrete jungle will not show tolerance for frail bodies. If they smell blood, like the Great White, they will seek it out, and destroy without a care in the world.

Like the jungle, the Upper East Side could be thought of as a concrete variety. There is a pyramid that one must remember. The top of the food chain are those who call themselves “Manhattan’s Elite”. While they have different generations that span several decades, one thing has remained the same: power and wealth are what makes you a true elite, not whatever half-baked passion or “heart” one might have. Sure, you can aspire to join those who might just be across the Hudson River, but unless you can withstand what is to come your way because of your ambitions, you shall simply fall in line.

It’s survival of the fittest, for only the strongest will survive. Do you think you have what it takes? Guess we’ll see about that.


Rules
  • Follow Guild Rules.
  • If it exceeds PG-13, fade to black please.
  • High casual standards, so that means at least 2 paragraphs.
  • There isn't a posting frequency rule, but if it requires a collab, take it to etherpad or Google Docs.
  • The general sense of this RP is to create interactive stories, so don't just stick to 1-2 people. Expand your interactions.
  • This will be semi-sandbox with general setups of scenes. This means you have free reign in most areas. Create at your own risk.
  • It shouldn't have to be said, but keep all OOC drama out of public view. Come to me if you have any real issues with anyone, which I sincerely doubt you will.
  • Please use your aesthetic I have made for you as your header. Anything else will be optional.
  • And lastly, have fun. I made this RP in an attempt to recreate the fun most of us had in other Slice of Life RPs. This is as much my pet project as it is yours.




So this was Columbia University, huh? It was bigger than Alexandros thought it was going to be. Normally students had visited their college campuses before the semester began so they could get familiar with the lay of the land. For those who do know him and those who will get to know him, they’ll come to find that Alexandros wasn’t like most people. He marched to the beat of his own drum. A lot of the things that he did, for the most part, was all in the service of what was good for Alexandros Mossos, not anyone else. If he had to walk all over others, then so be it. After all, what is the opinions of the mortals to a god? And you can bet anything that Alexandros is a modern-day Juniper.

And, what was Juniper without a few consorts to make life at the top interesting? Of course, he wasn’t at the top yet, but all was about to change.This was due to the fact that Alexandros had been walking around at a leisure pace around the campus. He passed various buildings and saw all sorts of people. They seemed to be no different than what he read about American colleges. He remembered that it was a league above what they called high school, yet it was obvious to him that the cliques were all the same - except they were a bit larger than the pictures he saw online appeared. Those that had called themselves Jocks back in the day were now nearly twice the size and, according to the stereotypes of American movies from the 2000s, they were entirely on the idiotic scale.

As far as Alexandros was concerned, they were idiots to him. Instead of being called Jocks, the Americans just loved to refer to themselves as Fratboys that belonged to houses called Fraternities. Thank the gods he didn’t have to bother with them. The last thing he would ever do was subject himself to the sort of degenerate activities that he read about. He’d much rather focus on things that would actually further his gameplan, though it did present an interesting opportunity. The fraternities were the easiest ways to get known. And if he could prove himself to them, rising up the ranks would be a lot easier than trying to do it solo.

“Another day.”

He made a mental note as he kept strolling at a brisk walk, leaving the area of the largest Fraternity house and making his way directly across the way from the largest Fraternity house, The Animal House was the famed House of the Queen Bees sorority, Delta Gamma. In his research during the winter break, Alexandros had read a lot about this one and how it and Pi Kappa Alpha were known for hosting joint parties and often competed against each other in the End of the Semester mega battle called Battle of the Sexes. It was, the very least, worth checking out. However, before he could, there was a gathering of quite the crowd of people in the quad. Naturally, Alexandros followed them. It seemed far more interesting than whatever limited activities the frat houses and the sororities were having at the moment.

After some shoving some of the beta males and weaker females(lightly of course), Alexandros found his way to the front of the crowd. His attention was on the stage, though, it would soon be centered on a familiar latina that he had encountered at last week’s New Year’s Eve party. The same one that had his attention for all of two minutes before she proved to be nothing but all talk. Even with her name and her obvious lineage, that couldn’t save Audrey from being yesterday’s news. A shame, too. They could’ve had such fun together. But now, as she certainly would put on quite the show for the crowd and her eyes focused on Alexandros, there was only a one-way street. He may have given her a smile, but it was a meaningless glance. His lips curled and portrayed exactly what Alexandros knew someone like her would want: a sense of control in that she has his full attention. If only she knew he was playing her.

About halfway through the show, however, Alexandros was growing bored of playing pretend. It was a good showing, but there came a time where one had to wonder if they were spending their time wisely. Alexandros knew that he wasn’t doing that trying to feign an interest in Audrey’s dance. It certainly was impressive and she looked good doing it, but at the end of the day, Alexandros had better things to do with his time before the first, morning classes began. Plus, it was more fun making her sweat than it was giving into what she wanted him to.

By the time it ended, he stayed just to see how everyone ate up her performance. That's when he caught her staring right at him. What was she thinking when he shot him that look? Was it her way of wanting him to come up there and do what he knew she wanted? No, that wasn't it. It was in her eyes, but specifically, it was the way her body moved as she ate up all of the congratulatory cheers from those who had actually been amazed by her routine. Alexandros, on the other hand, couldn't care less. the only thing he was interested in was winning this game that she had started. But if she thought he was going to make it easy for her, then she obviously hadn't done her homework. A Mossos never makes it easy for their prey.

Game on, Audrey Huntsberg. Game. On.

Before long, Alexandros left Audrey to her devices. When her head had turned, he was gone. He slipped through the crowd and the opening where he previously had stood was replaced by someone who had been behind Alex.

Oh that’s too bad, Queen Bee. That must sting. Your temptatious tease didn’t work how you wanted it to. Better luck next time.
© 2007-2026
BBCode Cheatsheet