Gonzo Member
Narcissist and Sarcastic Neucance
STATUS: Haven't been on in like a year. Whoops 10 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: Gonzo
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James slammed his hand down on the old, black alarm clock he had bought at some antique shop in a lower district. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the time, just as he always did when he woke up. The white letters on the black background showed the time. "Four twenty-two, pm," The man mumbled, groggily, to himself. He continued to look at the clock, and when the small black square flipped over to show the time was "04:23" the man got up.
James slowly walked over to the large window of his large room and took a deep breath. "Window, open." The dark screen of the window rose slowly, illuminating the room with the orange glow of a setting sun. The view was beautiful, "breath-taking" as one of the girls he had slept with, described it. His light brown eyes sparkled, and for a moment, everything was quiet, and he was calm. However, a few moments later, the noises of the city came rushing back into his ears, signaling that it was time to get ready. James sighed once more, and made his way to the restroom.
The water, like a soft waterfall, cascaded down from the shower ceiling, and onto James, all the while one of his favorite Motzart pieces played in the background. Once he was finished with his shower, and dressed in one of his usual outfits; a plain white dress shirt, buttoned up and left open at the collar, black pants, and a black blazer, an older style he had seen in old pictures which he had taken quite a liking to, he stepped out of his room.
"Get up, Mason! It's almost five! Your room looks shittier than ever, Mason. Learn to clean up once in a damn while, will you?"
James what met to a swift shot to his gut, which cause him to double over and let out a small groan.
Mason sat up slowly in bed, throwing his head to the side to move his semi-dark hair out of the way of his bright green eyes. His eyes narrowed as he looked over at his brother and he stood.
"How are you this fine evening, James? Stomach flu? Why are you bent over like that?" He asked innocently.
"Fuck you, Mason. Sometimes I want to strangle you. I really do." James straightened himself up and then turned, then made his way out of his brother's room. "What club are we headed out to tonight, Mason? How about Eclipse? The club is nice. Hot chicks."
Mason shook his head and followed his brother, a small smile on his face. "Nah, I think we should check out this place called "The Spit." I heard about it from a friend of a friend. He says it's a good place if you like rock, which I do. And I think we should give it a try. it is in the same district as Eclipse, too. It's bound to have hot chicks, and I bet you anything, they are going to be real freaks in the sack!"
James was quiet as he stepped into the living room of their flat, and then turned a few moments later. "Alright. Sounds good. If I don't like it, then I can just make my way over to Eclipse. Now, since that is that, go get cleaned up and dressed. Hurry up. Hop to it."
James slammed his hand down on the old, black alarm clock he had bought at some antique shop in a lower district. He slowly opened his eyes and turned his head to look at the time, just as he always did when he woke up. The white letters on the black background showed the time. "Four twenty-two, pm," The man mumbled, groggily, to himself. He continued to look at the clock, and when the small black square flipped over to show the time was "04:23" the man got up.
James slowly walked over to the large window of his large room and took a deep breath. "Window, open." The dark screen of the window rose slowly, illuminating the room with the orange glow of a setting sun. The view was beautiful, "breath-taking" as one of the girls he had slept with, described it. His light brown eyes sparkled, and for a moment, everything was quiet, and he was calm. However, a few moments later, the noises of the city came rushing back into his ears, signaling that it was time to get ready. James sighed once more, and made his way to the restroom.
The water, like a soft waterfall, cascaded down from the shower ceiling, and onto James, all the while one of his favorite Motzart pieces played in the background. Once he was finished with his shower, and dressed in one of his usual outfits; a plain white dress shirt, buttoned up and left open at the collar, black pants, and a black blazer, an older style he had seen in old pictures which he had taken quite a liking to, he stepped out of his room.
"Get up, Mason! It's almost five! Your room looks shittier than ever, Mason. Learn to clean up once in a damn while, will you?"
James what met to a swift shot to his gut, which cause him to double over and let out a small groan.
Mason sat up slowly in bed, throwing his head to the side to move his semi-dark hair out of the way of his bright green eyes. His eyes narrowed as he looked over at his brother and he stood.
"How are you this fine evening, James? Stomach flu? Why are you bent over like that?" He asked innocently.
"Fuck you, Mason. Sometimes I want to strangle you. I really do." James straightened himself up and then turned, then made his way out of his brother's room. "What club are we headed out to tonight, Mason? How about Eclipse? The club is nice. Hot chicks."
Mason shook his head and followed his brother, a small smile on his face. "Nah, I think we should check out this place called "The Spit." I heard about it from a friend of a friend. He says it's a good place if you like rock, which I do. And I think we should give it a try. it is in the same district as Eclipse, too. It's bound to have hot chicks, and I bet you anything, they are going to be real freaks in the sack!"
James was quiet as he stepped into the living room of their flat, and then turned a few moments later. "Alright. Sounds good. If I don't like it, then I can just make my way over to Eclipse. Now, since that is that, go get cleaned up and dressed. Hurry up. Hop to it."
Alright, I haven't posted yet, will get to it soon. Have been a bit busy.
Mike, I have a couple problems with your CS. First of all, and actually the main problem I have with him is, he is a "Demonic Dragon." Which means, that he is part Demon, which Mr. Hi said there would be none of. Secondly, "Equal to Vlad." Vlad would not have fought him, nor would the Dragon be an "equal" Just saying. If he had fought him, the only way he would have become a worker after that is by becoming absolutely brainwashed. So, for the first reason, more than the second, I will have to decline. Now, if Mr. Hi looks it over and says it is okay, then that's fine, although he wouldn't be a willing worker.
Dlayeth: Accepted.
Dlayeth: Accepted.
xAsunaWolfx said
I don't think mr hi has noticed either. -_- jus sayin' 12/20
Well, if he wants to deny them later, he can. Until then, I'm looking them over
xAsunaWolfx said
No gonzo : | according the the CS Thread, custom is filled. Way filled.
Hi would have said something by now if they were way filled, so I will review and accept/deny.
xAsunaWolfx said
No gonzo : | according the the CS Thread, custom is filled. Way filled.
Hi would have said something by now if they were way filled, so I will review and accept/deny.
Since both the new characters are going to be workers for Vlad, I'll look them over and let you know if they are accepted.
Mike the Bloodwolf said
Yep, Vlad an Asshole while the manager is just more likable
Vlad is supposed yo be an ass hole. I don't make likeable evil characters, really x) although I like them. They don't seem that bad x)
rocketrobie2 said
Do you need to wait for slint to approve your application before you post?
I think you do if you didn't have your CS in the int. check.
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