James Feryana - Arlene Parsons
"Well, erm, I kind of beat up that one person there," James says quietly, nodding to the unconscious person. "A-and two police officers." James continued. I can't go home. I have no home anymore. James thought. He had a clear image of his flat's owner, standing outside the flat, awaiting James' return. But should I tell her? I'll have to.
"And, erm..." He began to release a bit more tears. Come on, James. Just tell her! "I, I kind of don't have a home anymore." James jutted his thumb backwards, toward the unconscious man. "My flat's owner probably has a spy following me or something, because he always seems to know when I get into trouble. And he said that if I did anything bad one more time..."
James practically exploded into tears at that point. "It wasn't my fault!" He cried loudly. "I rounded the corner, and the cop pulled out his baton. I had to. I had to." His tears came out of his eyes like a waterfall. "Then his partner came..." He turned himself away from the woman, sad.
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When James heard the word 'ambulance', his eyes widened. He had bad experiences with doctors, and they'd probably call the police. They'd probably even take Swift Lightening away from him, which he was not going to let happen.
"No, no." James cried. "Please, not the doctors. Not the doctors, please." He lowered his head in sadness. "P-Please not the doctors." He repeated, now stuttering slightly. He looked into the woman's eyes with a sort of sad puppy dog look.
"No, no." James cried. "Please, not the doctors. Not the doctors, please." He lowered his head in sadness. "P-Please not the doctors." He repeated, now stuttering slightly. He looked into the woman's eyes with a sort of sad puppy dog look.
Yeah. I hope Mahz works on that soon.
James Feryana -> Arlene Parsons
Tears of sadness streamed down James' eyes as he finished beating a man to unconsciousness. "Why do you all hate me!" He rhetorically asked the man as he slumped into unconsciousness. He wasn't crying just because of what he was doing now, but also because of the flat he rented out. The flat owner was always angry at James, as he knew about what James would do, getting cornered by cops. If you dare get confronted by cops again, you're out of this flat, the flat owner had told James just yesterday. Now, he was probably going to return home to find he'd be kicked out. He didn't want to do this, but he felt he had to. What he wanted to do was restart his life, start afresh, but everyone would remember the things that he did. Crying, James turned and exited the alley, feeling sad, wanting to start apologizing.
When he stepped out, what he found was that there was a woman looking at him. James dropped to his knees. "Please, I'm sorry. Everyone hates me. I didn't want to do this." He lowered his head, uncontrollable thoughts of anger and sadness being tossed around inside his head. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he cried some more. I probably look like a crazy child, James thought to himself as he cried in front of the woman.
Tears of sadness streamed down James' eyes as he finished beating a man to unconsciousness. "Why do you all hate me!" He rhetorically asked the man as he slumped into unconsciousness. He wasn't crying just because of what he was doing now, but also because of the flat he rented out. The flat owner was always angry at James, as he knew about what James would do, getting cornered by cops. If you dare get confronted by cops again, you're out of this flat, the flat owner had told James just yesterday. Now, he was probably going to return home to find he'd be kicked out. He didn't want to do this, but he felt he had to. What he wanted to do was restart his life, start afresh, but everyone would remember the things that he did. Crying, James turned and exited the alley, feeling sad, wanting to start apologizing.
When he stepped out, what he found was that there was a woman looking at him. James dropped to his knees. "Please, I'm sorry. Everyone hates me. I didn't want to do this." He lowered his head, uncontrollable thoughts of anger and sadness being tossed around inside his head. Tears streamed down his cheeks as he cried some more. I probably look like a crazy child, James thought to himself as he cried in front of the woman.
Its annoying how I am when I read posts that relate to my character, and I'm like 'Is that really me? Is she/he referring to me?' even when it is obvious they are actually talking about me. But I don't know if they are. Ah, forget it. I'm gonna post what I think is happening. Cause I'm dumb. Yeah. I'm gonna be quiet now. *Backs away to a far corner*
James Feryana walked the streets of New York, looking around at everyone getting ready for Christmas. You would expect James to be happy, but instead he walked the streets with his head hung low and a low growl in his mouth as people looked at him, disgust showing on their faces. The reason that the people were disgusted at James was not only the fact that James was growling, but the fact that they could see that the boy was carrying a sword. James had a habit of not leaving his house without Swift Lightening, in case he got a bit too angry and decided to tell people that he was angry the hard way. Because of that, he was usually confronted by cops, and had to unfortunately run, or in a few horrible cases fight his way out.
One of these cases was now, and he walked around a corner to find an officer glaring at him, eyes filled with disgust and anger. Why he was angry was a mystery to James, but he knew one thing. The less happy the cop, the more of a chance he had to fight his way out rather than run, and that currently seemed to be the case. As the officer began to pull out his police baton, James grabbed the hilt of Swift Lightening, and pulled out the sword with such speed that he managed to hit the officer's baton as the man was still pulling it out, sending it flying a meter away, hitting a wall then clattering onto the ground. Meanwhile, James grabbed the officer, and shoved him into a nearby alley. The man shouted loudly as he tripped on a can and fell into the otherwise empty alley. James hit the man's head with the hilt of Swift Lightening, then turned around.
A voice called out "Frank! I heard you shout. Where are you?" Another cop walked in front of the alley, holding a spare baton. The second baton must be the one 'Frank' 'dropped',[i] James thought, as he ran at the officer at such a speed that James was simply a blur. He grabbed the officer's neck, and pulled him into the alleyway. The man choked, then became unconscious as James laid him on the ground. James stood, looking at the two unconscious men, a sorry look in his face. He shook his head sadly, then walked out of the alleyway, putting Swift back in her sheath.
James turned left, leaving the alleyway and instead coming to a peaceful area. He sat down on the ground at the side of the pavement, tears streaming down his eyes like a waterfall.
"Why do I have to do this?" He cried. "Why does everyone hate me?" James cried, and nobody stopped to ask what was wrong. They looked at him, some disgustedly, a few angrily.
"Fine, if you're all going to be like that, I'll have to- have to..."
The boy couldn't force the words out of his mouth for the next few seconds, continuing to cry as people passed around him. He couldn't say the sentience that he wanted to say. The sentence he really wanted to say was; [i]' I'll have to punish you all! ' How did he intend to do that? He intended to get up, and beat everyone around him up.
So that is what he did. He got up, pulled individuals into alleyways, and beat them into unconsciousness.
One of these cases was now, and he walked around a corner to find an officer glaring at him, eyes filled with disgust and anger. Why he was angry was a mystery to James, but he knew one thing. The less happy the cop, the more of a chance he had to fight his way out rather than run, and that currently seemed to be the case. As the officer began to pull out his police baton, James grabbed the hilt of Swift Lightening, and pulled out the sword with such speed that he managed to hit the officer's baton as the man was still pulling it out, sending it flying a meter away, hitting a wall then clattering onto the ground. Meanwhile, James grabbed the officer, and shoved him into a nearby alley. The man shouted loudly as he tripped on a can and fell into the otherwise empty alley. James hit the man's head with the hilt of Swift Lightening, then turned around.
A voice called out "Frank! I heard you shout. Where are you?" Another cop walked in front of the alley, holding a spare baton. The second baton must be the one 'Frank' 'dropped',[i] James thought, as he ran at the officer at such a speed that James was simply a blur. He grabbed the officer's neck, and pulled him into the alleyway. The man choked, then became unconscious as James laid him on the ground. James stood, looking at the two unconscious men, a sorry look in his face. He shook his head sadly, then walked out of the alleyway, putting Swift back in her sheath.
James turned left, leaving the alleyway and instead coming to a peaceful area. He sat down on the ground at the side of the pavement, tears streaming down his eyes like a waterfall.
"Why do I have to do this?" He cried. "Why does everyone hate me?" James cried, and nobody stopped to ask what was wrong. They looked at him, some disgustedly, a few angrily.
"Fine, if you're all going to be like that, I'll have to- have to..."
The boy couldn't force the words out of his mouth for the next few seconds, continuing to cry as people passed around him. He couldn't say the sentience that he wanted to say. The sentence he really wanted to say was; [i]' I'll have to punish you all! ' How did he intend to do that? He intended to get up, and beat everyone around him up.
So that is what he did. He got up, pulled individuals into alleyways, and beat them into unconsciousness.
I don't know any districts in NYC, so I'll probably just post without.
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I've always like to start my characters with a big kick. Fresh meat going to the furnace.
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I've always like to start my characters with a big kick. Fresh meat going to the furnace.
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I'd like it if they made a halo game where you actually play as the covenant =3
Technically you can in halo 2, in some missions you play as the arbiter.
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