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    1. Chrononaut 12 yrs ago

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6 yrs ago
Current youtube.com/watch?v=ftEz-m0… Top 10 christmas banger right here.
6 yrs ago
Ok besides maybe domestic terrorism against corps, but don't tell Jeff Bezos that.
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6 yrs ago
@Blackmist16 There is nothing cooler than bouncing on a homies dick, fam!
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6 yrs ago
Tick tick tock, it's salvia o clock, slapping around Shkreli with my digital cock. 9/11 inside job, click click, spent three fucking hours bouncing on my BOYS DICK
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7 yrs ago
No discord? But I had some really spicy opinions about the blacks!
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CallaLily180 said
I liked it. *Brofists anyone?*


I would require the Bro-Gauntlet forged by the dregs of Bro Dwarves deep within the recesses of Meadow Hill, comprised of an alloy of bromanium and brotinite, predicted in the scrolls written forth by Brostradomus.
Posted, bam! Sploosh!
Tick. Tick. Tick.

Flavie propped open the trunk of the taxi and rolled the most sugar coated concoction she'd ever put in her mouth. Tootsie roll? One of the two suitcases Flavie had brought with her from the objectively superior land of France was ticking incessantly, which was good because if they weren't there she would be a little miffed and freaked. Next to this suitcase was another suitcase and somehow shoved even farther away from the ticking case was a backpack. She threw the bag onto her shoulder. Much less easy to carry was the ticking suitcase, which she struggled to hold in one arm. The other suitcase was carried in the other, but before she began that task Flavie checked her watch. It was a cheap plastic affair with Mickey Mouse in the center, his arms the minute and hour hands. This wasn't her favorite watch, the way the hands were designed made it somewhat inaccurate and its design was possibly the most breakable object in history. Despite this, the character was endearing enough for her to bear with shoddy craftsmanship.

She was starving, mostly because she refused to eat anything that came out of the food stands she saw in the airport. What was it called, a corn dog? Battered bread slobbered over meat grissle presumably taken from the worst parts of a pig. It made her sick thinking about it. Combined with the weather being chillier than the cold hearts of American politicians, she knew she needed to get in the building before her hands froze off. At least she was sensible enough to bring a tan tweed coat, sort of a cross between a jacket and a vest; thrown over her loose fitting shirt.

The place was much more...quaint, than her city home and due to the lack of busyness she felt as if she were being watched. Which, to be fair, she was. New and carrying her life in her hands, it was obvious to anyone with half a brain and maybe those here who had a quarter of it. She wasn't sure how mutations worked. Badly?

Her posture was obviously nervous and she made it a point not to look at anyone. Frankly, it was terrifying enough that she was surrounded by she-literally-had-no-idea and be in a new place and have to go to a speech and she'd rather love it if it could all just stop now and she could go home.

Dong. Dong.

Flavie jerked. None of her devices made that sound...oh. It was a grandfather clock. She checked her watch to make sure they were current and she was less than mollified to find that they didn't. Of course she was in another country and the time's hadn't bothered to be realign, so she managed to keep her composure and reset her device to Democracy Land time.

By the time she reached the rows upon rows of seats in the podium room it donned upon her that most others had managed to find some sort of pamphlet explaining the whats and hows and why's of this institution. She managed to grab a seat on the far edge of a row where she threw down her two suitcases and then bag in a sort of pyramid and threw her legs over onto them nervously.

The dead silence was all consuming and prevalent and horrible before the speech and after she could still hear the only sounds she had actually listened to.

Tick. Tick. Tick.
Sixsmith said
:(You know what...I would love to find out how to do that. Q_QEDIT: Almost done with Harley's. I just got like 5 more to do.


Well if you have a Xerox nearby and that specific job is up, they hire pretty much anyone and provide paid training for how to use their computer systems/practice speaking to customers on a few live calls. Application process includes a voice recording (you need to sound decent over a headset). Pay at the one I was at was 10 dollars per hour up to 13 dollars and something cents, based on customer ratings of you.

CallaLily180 said
Where is the Institution?


State -New York State
Province- Westchester County
City - Salem Center
Sixsmith said
I've purposefully avoided working at any fast food restaurant. They feel so dirty and icky, though not as much as a gas station.I just applied to a Movie Rental place, so I hope that's where I get to spend most of my time. They play movies constantly, so it's not all that bad; I will have to stand for most of the shift, though, so that's not something I'm looking forward to. I'm a very sedentary person, sad face. :(


I was working at a Xerox/Verizon Cellular customer service center so I was literally paid to sit down and talk to people. Paid REAAAAALLY well.
Nallore said
I updated my CS with all the relations with everyone, if anyone wants me to change it let me know. Also did a quick edit on my power.


Was planning for Flavie to be brand new to the environment or relatively new, so HOLD ON THAT.

Exie said
Beach trip was a bust.I missed so much already. <.>


Aunts tire somehow became flat on exactly this day, so seems like the universe is conspiring against us and our burger related fleets of fancy.
PoisonLilies said
Ah so a new one. My head is already hurting T.TWait do you have a character?


Yes, added her a few minutes ago. Probably going to throw more tidbits to the profile but I got a barbecue over here today so going to rock the burgers.

Some clearly appropriate music.
PoisonLilies said
Who is your character again? lol sorry.My character is not either.


She got added about 16 minutes ago, SOOOO

FaithsRose said
...........I am aware of that. I am also pretty sure any stretch of regeneration can heal disintegration xD Besides lazering whilst sparring would be mean and unfair xPAh, that's pretty cool :D I see why it would be a pretty long fight -.-'


Pretty sure, though it'd go down to the bone wouldn't it? OW
Appearance:

Name: Flavie Lefèvre
Codename: (New, likely doesn't have one)
Age: 16
Place of Birth: Paris
Occupation: Student/Self purported clock and watch repair expert.
Relationship Status: Not looking
Mutant Ability: Existing in a perpetual chronological displacement, Flavie is capable of becoming “unstuck” from the present. Lack of ability combined with intense nervousness leads to Flavie traveling short time spans at random. She can also catch glimpses of other timelines, both wonderful and horrifying. Sometimes she even travels to these timelines for brief moments and acts the part of another self.

More usefully she can also manipulate gravity in a small sphere of influence, even going as far as being able to slow down incoming objects. This is of course incredibly imprecise.

Sometimes a future self ends up meeting with her in the present, to what end is up to whoever went back.

Personality: Born in France, Flavie's life was rather uneventful until her tenth year when she found herself chasing herself through a park. Bumping into her parents, she greeted them with an excited hug. Only they didn't recognize her, as she was much older than the Flavie they knew. Sometime later, sobbing beneath an elderly tree, her parents came up to her and asked if she was alright. She told them her story and they laughed, for she had such an imagination.

She kept jumping back and forth for months, losing her sense of time and becoming ever more confused on the state of reality.

Six years later, her parents were far less amused to find all the furniture in their apartment had mysteriously relocated itself to the ceiling. After finally getting used to the concept of standing wrong side up, they found their daughter sitting on the once-a-floor, cross legged and bemused. Realizing her parents were above her, she yelped, sending them toppling to the floor.

Confused as what they should do, the answer later came to her parents in the form of a letter from some ridiculous American school. Xavier had managed to locate Flavie after discovering the mind of two of her at once. Figuring it couldn't hurt, they sent their daughter along the way.

Personality: Flavie would be described as fussy, worried, and generally obsessive. She carries around a pocket watch, wears a watch, and has a sundial stored near her person at all times. These are for the explicit purpose of comparing the time of her devices to the time of clocks around her, one of the few ways of confirming if she has shot herself through time or not. To this end she constantly resets her watch and has a vast clock collection stored in her room.

A fatalist, Flavie keeps track of events she finds both past and future in a journal. Of course, given that she sometimes writes in past versions or future versions of it, it's become something of a mess.

She's less than surprisingly acquired a great sense of timing, thus she's quite fond of music and has spent much of her leisure learning various instruments. It helps that she doesn't have much else to do when she ends up backwards.
Little Fox said
Attach to CS.


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