Dioxide
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- A Linguistics major at the Chinese University of Hong Kong, specializing in multilingual acquisition and education
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
- A simultaneous, functional trilingual of Cantonese, English, and Tagalog - now learning Mandarin and Hong Kong Sign Language
- A bookworm, preferring science fiction and science-fantasy. Brandon Sanderson is a god
- A dancer, dabbling in Hip Hop, Jazz Funk, and Ballroom Dancing
- A pathetic excuse of a polymath, with interests in engineering, physics, chemistry, environmental science, politics, history, anthropology, law, and Art
- A dabbler in learning the guzheng and basketball
- A music enthusiast who will literally listen to anything
I'm too busy for my own good. LOL
Most Recent Posts
Who wants to go next? Unless Knight wants to be Mimic :D
Connor didn't cry out. Instead he smiled, despite the blood from his nose "predictable" Now that mimic was close, Connor twisted his caught hand around, capturing mimics own arm, he attacked with a round house kick, all the while bringing up his free hand in a punch directly at mimics gave, shifting his weight to maintain his balance.
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His vision was dazed; his head wobbly, his reaction time slow after that roundhouse kick and punch.
With all his might, he pulled on his arm, a judo-flip that sent Connor over Mimic’s head, hitting the floor.
He pinned his knee on Connor’s chest with pressure.
“You done?”
He walked into the classroom
"Ben, you're up!"
Caits said
I'd turn autocorrect off if I could spell worth a damn. Or I could just read my post before submitting it...Still sleepy
OH FACE!
FACE!!!
HAHA OKAY SORRY!
mimics gave?
o_O
o_O
knight125 said
I don't like them, I'd rather read the book myself.
It's a weird thing, audiobooks. I like to listen to them while doing something else, but then that's not really listening to it. haha
Oh the predictability, as Mimic caught Connor’s fist mid-air, and with his free hand, extended it and with his palm, slammed Connor’s nose. There was a slight crunch to the touch of the skin.
“You annoyed yet, boy? Your genius mind fussy and unclear?”
Sorry ahaha. I was listening to Sherlock Holmes.
Audiobooks are so good
Audiobooks are so good
Caits saidConnor
"Pretty boy, why Mimic, I didn't know you thought that way" Connor said, and then attacked. Connor had been focusing on his speed and strength. He had learned some flexibility, and style, but his attacks were generally sharp and to the point. Always think two moves ahead. So Connor pulled up short, hoping to throw mimic off balance, watching closely.
This musn’t registered on an emotional level.
He too would think several steps ahead.
He wanted to play this game.
It would be like the reenactment of The Final Problem all over again.
First, he would attempt to punch forward. Connor will attempt a guard while he would quickly bring his fist to the lower abdomen.
Surely this would be pushed away. Lunge forward; push him forward to cause him to lose balance.
And so Mimic executed his plan one step at a time. He punched forward, readying his second fist for the next step.
Caits said
It's when my keyboard hates me.Hold on.How it changed speed to doped I'll never know
SPEED TO DOPED?
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What is doped? xD
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