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11 yrs ago
Current To all I'm in RPs with: I apologise if my replies are sparse. Life isn't kind.
11 yrs ago
BLUH

Bio

My name is DJ.
I am a roleplayer.
A roleplayer of roughly a good decade now.
I write a lot of things, and am able to roleplay a lot of things.

Random Things about me
- I run a small YouTube channel.
- I listen to a helluva lot of music. Love music.
- I'm from Singapore. It's a little island in Southeast Asia.

Anywho, I've not been RPing for a long long time, but here I am, hopefully to make a few friends and RP some.

Most Recent Posts

@Mr Allen J Made a post. Sorry for short length. I know it doesn't meet standards seen in this RP but I haven't the slightest idea how to write my posts any longer for now.
Cole

@Mr Allen J



"Heeeeeeeeeeey, Cole."

At that, he started out of his "trance" and snapped back to the present. To his left was the ever pretty Meifeng Vuhong, one of his classmates from the Academy from days gone by. After they'd graduated he'd gone his own way from the "popular" clique, and even in school he hadn't socialised with them much. They only needed him for his data crunching powers, and not much else.

"H- hey Meifeng."

"Didn't expect to see you here. Haven't seen your ass in years, how you doing?"

"I..."

How had he been doing? Should he tell her about his dead end job in Haven? That he was working for a woman who could turn into smoke? That his closest friend was an adrenaline junkie who could manipulate his own bones? That his days were spent making coffee and warming up food in a microwave?

"I've been fine, Meifeng. Haven't seen you in a while too. How've you been?"
@GreivousKhan Is melon done with NoW?
I've been busy Dynamo ;A;
Cole




The party was loud. Obnoxious. Noisy. Chaotic.

Nothing like he thought it would've been.

Cole was in a corner of the beachhead that served as party ground zero. There was a DJ playing obnoxious music (and he wasn't even doing anything he was just leaving his Macbook on autoplay while he mimed fiddling with his things), people around dancing and drinking and having fun. And then there he was, a glass of punch in his hands as he sat in one of the side chairs, alone, a plate of finger food resting on his lap.

The party itself, it wasn't his idea to attend. He'd been convinced to go after he'd heard (read: grabbed information from Verthaven's data network) that some of his old classmates from the Academy were coming. A bunch of Chinese girls, couple of guys and girls, nothing more. He barely remembered their names, it'd been a while since he'd seen them last. Hopefully they'd remember him more than he remembered them. But here he was, twiddling his thumbs as he tried to ignore the ever-present streams of data that flowed from all the various cellphones up into the sky. He could see information jumping out at him; tweets about how "totally rad the party was", Facebook status updates, Youtube videos, text messages, even feeds from phone cameras! It was all driving him crazy.

Cole sighed and stood, taking his plate with him as he wandered to a railing to stand, trying to breathe in fresh air before some drunken lout with too much cologne on bumped into him again. As he rested, his eyes were drawn to the Verthaven sky. Thousands, if not millions of data streams intertwined and entangled with each other as they wound their way into the sky and around the city. Like little silver threads, they were the metaphysical representations of your text messages, tweets, Vines, bank transactions, forum posts and general riff raff that populated the world of cyberspace. Everything from the Internet to computerised traffic systems to the Verthaven power grid's networking glimmered and weaved patterns in the sky and space above the city. He couldn't access them from here though, no sir. He could only watch them and wonder what they contained.

Cole sighed again, blanking out as he leaned against the railing, not aware that just beside him were two of his former classmates from the Academy, conversing with an as yet unknown woman over a box of pizza.
First time I had no idea what I was doing. Second was training. Third was Atomika stabbing me in the chest. The bastard.


Someone called? :D
Making post.
<Snipped quote by Minnakht>

Lol . . . Taught by Rilla, that still cracks me up. If you are doing fisticuffs, Rilla is a standup fighter, so take him to ground or pick up debris and pummel him about the head until he stops moving.


Or stab him in the chest
I have dibs on last spot.

@Dynamo Frokane Why hello there. I didn't think us arena regulars got out to do regular roleplays that much.
Dang. XD
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