Haha I'm sorry but that's hilarious!
*Dies a little inside* Thank you...
Eh, but my sitch could be worse so no complaints. It's always good to have a backup plan too.
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I mean lake dwelling spirits gotta have a side-hustle, right?
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@Potemking: I feel as though you may have a masochistic compulsion. I've broken many a controller over Soulsborne games.
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*Has a feeling Jones reads too many romance novels*
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Redguards are technically the Arabians of Tamriel, so wouldn't shouting "Haji" make more sense? No disrespect to my Muslim buddies out there, just sayin'.
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[2] It can also be effective in subverting the person's expectations. Take for instance Spec Ops: The Line. Looks like a boring military shooter, but is actually a grim look into the horrors of war.
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*Dies a little inside* Thank you...
Eh, but my sitch could be worse so no complaints. It's always good to have a backup plan too.
My advice honestly though...fuck college. Spent four years busting my ass through art education...only to end up working in a kitchen. Yayyy.... -___-
I loved college, don't get me wrong, (well except for all the fucking term papers and finals I had to study for) but I also kinda like working too....except evenings.
I wish I could've been homeschooled. Seriously...high school sucked for me. -_____- Plus that'll work, since alot of school RPs are just based off TV, movies, anime, etc.
Well if this wasn't the contrast...
The feisty Latina's response was like a pissed off rattlesnake striking Evelyn in her ear, causing the comm to vibrate rather subtle. It was a typical reaction from Mad Max, a woman who pretty much stuck the ex-Ranger at the very top of her shit list the moment they locked eyes during their first encounter. Of course, it didn't help that Ev quipped about the bitch being less of a soldier and more of a fashionista. Typical of the cartel queen to take forever. Ev, already waiting in the room, sitting in her chair with a cigarette clenched between her lips, she was always punctual, respectful, knew to be on time and ready for the right occasion. It was what the Army taught her, and even after her dishonorable discharge, she still carried that same respect ingrained in her psyche. Max on the other hand...well...from what Ev could tell, queen bee probably wore her designer heels while she was slitting the throats of her competitors back in Juarez.
And damned she be if that wasn't the case when she saw Max strutting into the room, catching the lustful glances of a few guards passing by on their daily patrols, really taking in the splendor of the Mexican beauty prancing like a peacock. To Ev, A. it was highly disrespectful and unprofessional conduct, and B....was she a fucking idiot? The difference...so uncanny, it was like Sarah Connor vs Kim Kardashian. "Last I checked, senorita, we're going out in the field, not a shopping spree." Evelyn quipped flicking away her cigarette and snuffing it out on the floor under her combat boots. "Just gonna get blood on those fancy clothes of yours, beauty queen. Where's Anna and Muffy? I told them twenty minutes?"
The feisty Latina's response was like a pissed off rattlesnake striking Evelyn in her ear, causing the comm to vibrate rather subtle. It was a typical reaction from Mad Max, a woman who pretty much stuck the ex-Ranger at the very top of her shit list the moment they locked eyes during their first encounter. Of course, it didn't help that Ev quipped about the bitch being less of a soldier and more of a fashionista. Typical of the cartel queen to take forever. Ev, already waiting in the room, sitting in her chair with a cigarette clenched between her lips, she was always punctual, respectful, knew to be on time and ready for the right occasion. It was what the Army taught her, and even after her dishonorable discharge, she still carried that same respect ingrained in her psyche. Max on the other hand...well...from what Ev could tell, queen bee probably wore her designer heels while she was slitting the throats of her competitors back in Juarez.
And damned she be if that wasn't the case when she saw Max strutting into the room, catching the lustful glances of a few guards passing by on their daily patrols, really taking in the splendor of the Mexican beauty prancing like a peacock. To Ev, A. it was highly disrespectful and unprofessional conduct, and B....was she a fucking idiot? The difference...so uncanny, it was like Sarah Connor vs Kim Kardashian. "Last I checked, senorita, we're going out in the field, not a shopping spree." Evelyn quipped flicking away her cigarette and snuffing it out on the floor under her combat boots. "Just gonna get blood on those fancy clothes of yours, beauty queen. Where's Anna and Muffy? I told them twenty minutes?"
His reaction had perturbed Elizabeth a tad, thinking either she had inadvertently hurt him or pissed him off in some way, but after a brief silence, he spoke.
Luck...? Maybe...or maybe it was something else. Who would've thought Billy Princeton would snap and pull a gun on her? Who would've thought that very moment, while she was pleading the psycho not to shoot her, Kyle would be there to rush in, knock the gun away, then proceed to beat the fucking prick senseless? It did feel like something else....but luck? No...perhaps fate... One thing's for sure. If Kyle didn't save her....she wouldn't be standing there. She'd be dead, just a lowly, disheveled corpse lying in that cold, filthy alleyway on the rough side of town with a bullet in her head. Then again...who would've missed her? "Yeah...lucky me I guess." She mumbled under her breath with a short glimmer of her eyes towards him. "I mean if you hadn't been there, who knows what the hell would've happened, right? Anyways...don't worry. I won't tell anyone you were at Andy's, just as long as you don't...you know...tell anyone I was trying to score weed from Billy Princeton."
Classes were about to start. She should get going, but...nah...if anything she would just end up doing her usual, skipping them just to waste the day away, pissing off her foster parents...well...mainly Rob. Maybe she should just stay here and chat with Kyle a bit more.
Luck...? Maybe...or maybe it was something else. Who would've thought Billy Princeton would snap and pull a gun on her? Who would've thought that very moment, while she was pleading the psycho not to shoot her, Kyle would be there to rush in, knock the gun away, then proceed to beat the fucking prick senseless? It did feel like something else....but luck? No...perhaps fate... One thing's for sure. If Kyle didn't save her....she wouldn't be standing there. She'd be dead, just a lowly, disheveled corpse lying in that cold, filthy alleyway on the rough side of town with a bullet in her head. Then again...who would've missed her? "Yeah...lucky me I guess." She mumbled under her breath with a short glimmer of her eyes towards him. "I mean if you hadn't been there, who knows what the hell would've happened, right? Anyways...don't worry. I won't tell anyone you were at Andy's, just as long as you don't...you know...tell anyone I was trying to score weed from Billy Princeton."
Classes were about to start. She should get going, but...nah...if anything she would just end up doing her usual, skipping them just to waste the day away, pissing off her foster parents...well...mainly Rob. Maybe she should just stay here and chat with Kyle a bit more.
Err...from what experience I've had in a few highscool RPs, most just skim over classes to lunch, then they go to electives sometimes (PE, Art, etc., etc.) then they skip over to after school. Just what the GMs did in those really. ^///^
He may have looked like the typical bad-boy, fitting the stereotype down to a T with his tattoos and MMA physique, but Liz could tell underneath all his "armor", Kyle was more, a young man trying to better himself and everything around him, which was more than she could say about herself. "Ditto." She replied giving a slight nod, still no eye contact between the two. "It was just a bad week. I needed to medicate, you know...drop off the face of the earth for a while." She sighed, insecurely rubbing her shoulder and letting her hand drop to her side. "But...what were you doing there...if you're okay with me asking?" Why was Kyle there? He didn't seem to be the type to take drugs, nor to go looking for trouble. No...if anything it seemed...the trouble always came to him.
Blame Liz for being a negative nancy! DX *slaps her and gets murdered*
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