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7 yrs ago
Current aye lmao
10 yrs ago
Don't eat two day old rice that has buckets of sauce on top. Just. Don't.
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10 yrs ago
When you're so shy you can't make conversations with anyone in your rp or anywhere
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10 yrs ago
I want to go home and write but I also want to play overwatch. I feel like troy bolton
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Bio

Just a senior in high school that wants to get back into rping.

I'm usually only free on weekends, but I may be able to rp during the week if I'm not busy with school work.

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Location; Control Room (Training Area)
Interacting With; Jessica (@FacePunch) & Jackson (@SomewhatAverage)
Mood; Relaxed → Focused → Energized



Proceeding into the primary section of the control room Harold scuffed at Jackson's reason for coming here in the first place. However, he wouldn't confess that he also woke up on weekends and rushed down to his first class thinking it was a normal school day. He had to keep his, 'I never make mistakes because I'm so perfect', which of course isn't true. "Yeah, I could always use a bit of work, you know, talking to other people." Jackson said, this whole scenario is pretty ironic, huh? These people came here today to train in solitude and not have to deal with human interaction. And here we are, actually trying to keep this conversation strong even if we're not too good at it. For some reason that made Harold smile.

After taking a few steps in the room he whiffed in the aroma, "There's an advantage for coming here early, it doesn't smell like a gas station bathroom." He rejoiced. He searched for a drone that was close to the others, but not so close that they had no space to train. Once he found his own AI machine he looked over his shoulder at Jackson's robot, watching it receive the numerous hits Jackson enforced onto it. The poor thing really didn't stand a chance. He gave a light laugh at Jessica's comment, "I have to agree, poor thing couldn't stand up for itself.", looking down at Jessica watching her change the setting to red mode. They all knew she could do that, have you heard what she can do? Though Harold would usually change it to red mode because a challenge is always fun and exciting. Harold acknowledged her eye-catching performance, it was like something straight out of a superhero movie. Do you know that scene where Iron Man blocks Bucky's bullet with his hand gadget? That's exactly what she did to inhibit the bot's energy from hitting her. At the end of her small victory speech, Harold applauded her, "Encore encore! Go big or go home, huh?" He chuckled. It felt like everyone was just showing off their powers and combat skills, Harold didn't feel anxious though. He became so comfortable around these two so he didn't feel as if he needed to show off. But he wanted to show off, just a bit.

Finally switching on his AI and stepping back to stretch, he moved his right arm to his left side and trapping it with his left forearm and then vice versa. Very quickly he touched his toes, not bending his knees in the slightest. He shot back up and watched the ending sequence of the bot's transformation, it's bowl like head was the only difference it had from human limbs. Harold quickly inspected the bot's obvious abilities, he saw that it can outstretch it's robotic body and shoot out lasers from it's finger tips maybe even it's eye sockets. He could tell by the structure, the particular arrangement of wires and from past experience. The thing suddenly charged at Knight, but it wasn't difficult for him to dodge the attack, maybe he should've increased his difficulty? He raised his arm to his waist and out protruded his ulna and radius spiraling to create a sharp screw-like blade. No blood was present but still this display could be stomach churning for most. The robot charged again, but this time it also shot out red beams. He avoided these shots by leaping and flipping, decreasing his bone density to go quicker and have incredible agility. After the blows ended, he sprinted over to the bot who was preparing to blast him with it's eye lasers, At least I was right.. A second before the blast Harold jumped upwards the bot and used his other hand to grasp the head, then turned to sit on it's shoulders. He raised his bone blade, increasing his bone density, he slashed the head clean off the humanoid body and flipped off from the back. Just to make sure the job is done he dug his blade into the back of the body and shoved it forward, watching it fall to the ground with a thud. He retrieved his bones back into his forearm and turned over to his training buddies, "So, have any other plans for today?" He asked with a steady breath. He walked over to another bot and began to change it's settings to a higher difficulty, He still listened for answers that followed his question.
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(Sorry for doublepost :c)

@Beefydork
I love your signature.


Thank you, yours is pretty, I'm too lazy to make something like that lol. Btw Death of a bachelor is a really nice song.
Awesome! I'll try to get my CS up either tonight or tomorrow night.
I just finished my post, but I'm posting it tomorrow because I want to read it over.
Thank you for the warning lol I'll brace myself now.
I'm interested in this c:





Location; Control Room
Interacting With; Jackson (@SomewhatAverage) & Jessica (@FacePunch)
Mood; Reserved → Composed

Thank the Lord for Jackson. Harold could feel his heart easing in it's rapid beats. Jackson even made a joke about Samantha and the nickname she hated, Harold still chuckled. Samantha is like a big sister to him and he respects her, but whenever someone calls her a nickname she displeases he can't help but laugh at her rage. Following that joke he asked what Jessica and Harold were planning to do in the control room. Harold was holding back his sarcastic remark because he was doing a swell job in not being a prick to the two and he wanted to keep it that way. Listening to Jessica's response he thought, Really? The control room is your second home? This place usually smelt like ass and testosterone, people threw their water bottles in the corner and left feeling indifferent about their mess. Obscure grunts and the puddles of sweat that laid on the ground which occasionally cause people to trip. That last one is very amusing to see actually. And this was her second home? Really the question was dumb, what do people usually do in the control room, have brunch? Harold came here to train like any other superhuman that walked through those doors. Is that what a conversation starter is supposed to be? A mindless question where the person most likely already knows the answer to? Still it's better than what he produced. Lost in his own thoughts and paying little attention to the conversation, he still tried to keep eye contact with Jessica until he was distracted by Jackson who was sitting down in a chair instead of standing like before. If this was a cartoon, question marks would appear over Harold's head and start to pop away as he realized what just happened.

It's a good thing he did that, Harold's thoughts were beginning to become more and more meaningless. When that happens he usually blurts them out, resulting in stares and murmurs. Once again, thank the Lord for Jackson. His abilities are fascinating, but he didn't whisper or even tell him that. Compliments to him are easier to say to women and not men, is that weird?

The control room started to feel more like a coffee room where people would make small talk and less of a work out area. It was noticeable Harold wasn't saying a single word anymore, he was mute. It's like everything that was coming up in his brain to contribute to the conversation was either impolite or awkward. Staying silent seemed like the best option. "Uh, why don't we head inside? We can finish this while we're- unless you don't want to. Keep talking, I mean. We don't have to. Not that I don't enjoy this, but-" Jessica stammered, and then pushed through the doors asking if the boys were coming. Harold snickered, "That was actually a bit painful." That wasn't too bad, right? He waltzed over to the doors, pushing one out with his hand and gripping the side, "I don't mind working on my socializing skills." He smirked.
@AbandonedIntelI'm glad I'm not alone lol, if they get drunk though I'm going to my room.
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