@Rockette where did you get the designs you used in your CS(Under Jer's name) and to separate your two sheets? I've been trying to find ones for later sheets but they're too big.
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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.
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
Interacting With; Jessica (@FacePunch) & Jackson (@SomewhatAverage)
Mood; Interested → Disgusted → Concered
Jackson nodded at their responses, really he had no other plans either. He thought after this bot fight he would head back to the garden and search for the bird that shocked him. His weekends were usually, training, reading and private ballet sessions. Not really that productive. He looked over his shoulder before starting up his AI,"Oh he's going up again!" He cheered with a chuckle. Turning his body to face Jackson he still stayed kneeling as he watched. In the start of the session Harold smiled seeing Jackson wasn't manipulating time so slowly or just stopping it, he's coming out of his comfort zone after witnessing Jessica and Harold. He was performing impressively even without using his ability to the fullest, it looks like another win for little ol' Jackson.
Knight's eyes widened slightly as the bot prepared it's wrist plasma cannon, time seemed at it's normal pace, but he became even more interested on how Jack would handle this. Disappointed with only a mere roll he gave his attention to the bot which was already impacting it's robotic fist square on his face. Harold gasped and stood up on his feet, "It got him good." He winced as if feeling his pain. If that was Harold he would still stay composed even if he wanted to just go crazy and let out all of his rage on the metal monster. Feeling sympathy for Jackson he wanted to tell him to relax and not get too angered, but he was too late. The way he quickly trudged to the bot as it charged gave the impression he was about to lose his marbles, all of them, they'll just disappear. The mood of the room became tense and uneasy, especially for the two watching. The rapid movement was savage and merciless, truly disgusting for Harold but he didn't turn his head. Forcing the beast -well Jackson could be the one categorized as a beast at the moment- onto the ground and the strikes still advanced onto the clement AI, instead of sympathizing for Jackson Harold pitied the bot. It was worthless, it had no more value, delivering one more jab to counter the assaults, the bot's pitiful love tap didn't stand a chance. After deflecting the miserable punch he still went on punching the poor thing, it was just inhumane. Did he not know it deactivated quite a while ago? Is he making sure? No, he was just releasing his wrath, just because he got one punch in the face. Harold looked down at Jessica's troubled expression and he gave back the same look but also a bit of disappointment, Harold definitely couldn't stay in here after witnessing that. He crossed his arms and stared at Jackson, "Well, that's gonna leave a mark,", this failed attempt at easing the mood made Harold huff. He didn't know why he was so angry, probably because he turned into something evil, something dangerous. And all he had to say for himself was a light joke.
Food? Oh she's thinking eating will relax him? Whatever, getting out of here is the only thing I want to do. He loosened his stance and stopped glaring at Jackson. He sighed trying to find words and construct sentences to convince Jackson to come, hopefully he succeeds, "Jackson you should come to the cafeteria with us, stepping out of this room might calm you down. What you did was not...okay. You handled it barbarically and it became out of hand, but it's going to be fine. We'll talk it over at the cafeteria, or you can reflect in your lonesome. Company would be a much better option." Harold's voice was filled with concern, his compassionate trait inching into view.
Knight's eyes widened slightly as the bot prepared it's wrist plasma cannon, time seemed at it's normal pace, but he became even more interested on how Jack would handle this. Disappointed with only a mere roll he gave his attention to the bot which was already impacting it's robotic fist square on his face. Harold gasped and stood up on his feet, "It got him good." He winced as if feeling his pain. If that was Harold he would still stay composed even if he wanted to just go crazy and let out all of his rage on the metal monster. Feeling sympathy for Jackson he wanted to tell him to relax and not get too angered, but he was too late. The way he quickly trudged to the bot as it charged gave the impression he was about to lose his marbles, all of them, they'll just disappear. The mood of the room became tense and uneasy, especially for the two watching. The rapid movement was savage and merciless, truly disgusting for Harold but he didn't turn his head. Forcing the beast -well Jackson could be the one categorized as a beast at the moment- onto the ground and the strikes still advanced onto the clement AI, instead of sympathizing for Jackson Harold pitied the bot. It was worthless, it had no more value, delivering one more jab to counter the assaults, the bot's pitiful love tap didn't stand a chance. After deflecting the miserable punch he still went on punching the poor thing, it was just inhumane. Did he not know it deactivated quite a while ago? Is he making sure? No, he was just releasing his wrath, just because he got one punch in the face. Harold looked down at Jessica's troubled expression and he gave back the same look but also a bit of disappointment, Harold definitely couldn't stay in here after witnessing that. He crossed his arms and stared at Jackson, "Well, that's gonna leave a mark,", this failed attempt at easing the mood made Harold huff. He didn't know why he was so angry, probably because he turned into something evil, something dangerous. And all he had to say for himself was a light joke.
Food? Oh she's thinking eating will relax him? Whatever, getting out of here is the only thing I want to do. He loosened his stance and stopped glaring at Jackson. He sighed trying to find words and construct sentences to convince Jackson to come, hopefully he succeeds, "Jackson you should come to the cafeteria with us, stepping out of this room might calm you down. What you did was not...okay. You handled it barbarically and it became out of hand, but it's going to be fine. We'll talk it over at the cafeteria, or you can reflect in your lonesome. Company would be a much better option." Harold's voice was filled with concern, his compassionate trait inching into view.
All of this new information is so overwhelming, yet useful. I'm going to play around with everything right now, thanks guys.
Coding a CS is kinda fun, unless one thing is wrong and everything goes out of whack.
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Location;
Bedroom → Bathroom → Kitchen
Interacting With;
Ashleigh @HushedWhispers and Randall @karamonnom
"GET YOUR LAZY BUTT UP! GET YOUR LAZY BUTT UP!" A cranky elderly voice screamed causing Zahra's crimson silk bonnet to pop up from under the sheets. Her eyes squinting at the iPhone 6 laying on her night stand, text displayed on it's screen reading '3rd Alarm'. "Well ain't that a bitch?" She mumbled half-asleep, she extended her arm from the blanket to check her notifications and the time. Her brightness wasn't too high because she always lowers it before she goes to bed, isn't she smart? She grumbled watching the time tick over to seven in the morning,"At least now I have more time to do awesome things." Cheering to herself.
She turned off her phone and used both of her hands to push her up onto her knees. Sitting on her knees she couldn't help but want to collapse back on her pillows. She ignored the temptation and turned to the edge of her bed letting her feet dangle until dropping to the ground. Now, movement. Zay's steps were sluggish and slow as she walked over to the bathroom. Maybe hours after she finally made it inside the bathroom and the first thing she did was stare into the mirror. She widened her eyes and smiled vibrantly, "Now, you and me both know we're going to have a great day today. Nothing will get in our way of being the best we can be, and having fun doing it. You're the most brilliant, marvelous, GORGEOUS creation. Act like it.". Her morning pep talks are very important and uplifting, however it's very embarrassing when someone hears her.
Doing the usual morning routine- shower, brush teeth, face creams, etc. -she sang a tune she had stuck in her head, she really has to write it down sometime. Removing her bonnet she unleashed her crazy curls and blew one out of her face, "This...won't be easy." She sighed. She used shea butter to turn this hazard into pigtail braids, simple yet stylish. She exited the bathroom dancing and mumbling the tune, trying to include lyrics. Shimming over to her phone she snatched it up and unlocked it to her home screen, featuring a background of a drawing one of her devoted fans drew her, a smile formed on her face. Opening up her Soundcloud music app she played 'Dibby Dibby Sound Blende remix' turning the volume up to maximum, the others should be used to this. She deals with everyone else's odd morning routines, they can tolerate hers. She glided over to her wardrobe and opened the two stunningly designed carved wooden doors, courtesy of the beach house. She shoved clothing around after having their separate brief inspection, "Nope I already wore this yesterday. Don't want to wear this color today. This is just ugly. Where did this even come from...?". Finally removing a v-neck bodysuit with floral designs, a pair of high-waisted light wash shorts and lace-up sandals with subtle heels. Just something simple and light.
In the middle of changing a strong bang came from downstairs. "Oh God...", she quickly grabbed her phone charger from inside a drawer and her black cross body Coach bag from the chair next to her bed. Closing the door to her room she made her way to the kitchen, that noise caught her attention and she's craving waffles. She leaped off the last step and skipped over to the kitchen noticing Ashleigh sitting on the counter and Randall on the ground. "Well I can see where the noise came from." She laughed, she was already a ray of sunshine. Walking over to the two she said good morning with a smile then opened up the refrigerator. She rummaged around searching for the waffles she stuck inside for her consumption only, "Hey if someone ate the last of MY waffles and y'all know who it was. You should tell me.".
She turned off her phone and used both of her hands to push her up onto her knees. Sitting on her knees she couldn't help but want to collapse back on her pillows. She ignored the temptation and turned to the edge of her bed letting her feet dangle until dropping to the ground. Now, movement. Zay's steps were sluggish and slow as she walked over to the bathroom. Maybe hours after she finally made it inside the bathroom and the first thing she did was stare into the mirror. She widened her eyes and smiled vibrantly, "Now, you and me both know we're going to have a great day today. Nothing will get in our way of being the best we can be, and having fun doing it. You're the most brilliant, marvelous, GORGEOUS creation. Act like it.". Her morning pep talks are very important and uplifting, however it's very embarrassing when someone hears her.
Doing the usual morning routine- shower, brush teeth, face creams, etc. -she sang a tune she had stuck in her head, she really has to write it down sometime. Removing her bonnet she unleashed her crazy curls and blew one out of her face, "This...won't be easy." She sighed. She used shea butter to turn this hazard into pigtail braids, simple yet stylish. She exited the bathroom dancing and mumbling the tune, trying to include lyrics. Shimming over to her phone she snatched it up and unlocked it to her home screen, featuring a background of a drawing one of her devoted fans drew her, a smile formed on her face. Opening up her Soundcloud music app she played 'Dibby Dibby Sound Blende remix' turning the volume up to maximum, the others should be used to this. She deals with everyone else's odd morning routines, they can tolerate hers. She glided over to her wardrobe and opened the two stunningly designed carved wooden doors, courtesy of the beach house. She shoved clothing around after having their separate brief inspection, "Nope I already wore this yesterday. Don't want to wear this color today. This is just ugly. Where did this even come from...?". Finally removing a v-neck bodysuit with floral designs, a pair of high-waisted light wash shorts and lace-up sandals with subtle heels. Just something simple and light.
In the middle of changing a strong bang came from downstairs. "Oh God...", she quickly grabbed her phone charger from inside a drawer and her black cross body Coach bag from the chair next to her bed. Closing the door to her room she made her way to the kitchen, that noise caught her attention and she's craving waffles. She leaped off the last step and skipped over to the kitchen noticing Ashleigh sitting on the counter and Randall on the ground. "Well I can see where the noise came from." She laughed, she was already a ray of sunshine. Walking over to the two she said good morning with a smile then opened up the refrigerator. She rummaged around searching for the waffles she stuck inside for her consumption only, "Hey if someone ate the last of MY waffles and y'all know who it was. You should tell me.".
If I actually get my IC done I'll reward myself with some tea.
Tonight might be best for me. But if y'all want to start tomorrow night that's perfectly fine.
@spoonerWell singing anywhere in/around the school is an option. Unless that makes you get in a lot of trouble, then it was a good idea not to lol.
@HushedWhispers@Wade WilsonAlso bursting out in song while walking in the hallway doesn't make others want to join. I know. Why must shows make me do these things?
@HushedWhispersI was dragged into it and I never wanted to get out. I thought my high school experience would be like the show, it's not lol.
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