Scio haven't been on for a day though. Probably busy at the moment or something.
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STATUS: Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while. 5 yrs ago
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Memes aside, pineapples on pizza is ok actually. Being shat on for liking things different from other people gets old after a while.
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Hark, it seems I am in dire need of medical attention that is easily accessible by specialized containers we call medical bags.
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no one cares about christmas. What is important is how we let some strange old man in red in our house depositing mysterious packages and never question him for it
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Oh shit, I'm sorry
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instructions unclear, snorted all the dicks
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That awkward silence when you're trying to figure out if you should try and make conversation. ;w;
Speed Demon
She had started on her task first, zooming away towards her destination.
The wheels on her Gears was no longer whirring, it was giving off a high pitched whine now, threatening to fall apart under the ludicrous speed she was going. The dirty, dusty, and dangerous lower levels soon made way to the clean shining upper levels, her spirits lifting as she returned to the familiar whiteness of her life. It was all right down there, but only in small doses. Franceska wouldn't want to move down there any time soon.
Nearing her destination, she turned in a tight circle, slowing down to a stop.
Taking a look at the piece of paper again, and running through the instructions in her mind, she realized they didn't exactly specify anything in their instructions, only to tag a building they were given and to get back in four hours. Shrugging, she pulled out two of the four spray cans on her belt, and started to work. She painted using both of the cans at the same time, not because it was faster, not because it made her look cool, and certainly not because of some technique she developed, but simply because she can.
A while later, she finished her work.
It certainly didn't take very long considering she just painted over the entire entrance of the building instead of making a grand mural. The location however, would ensure everyone who enters the building see her work, at least until they get someone to erase it. But that will take a bit of time as they contact authorities to report on it and getting someone to work on the door. Plus, it would annoy or even humiliate her father's 'friend' when he found out about this, and would no doubt be lamenting about it the next time they attend anything. Their parties and functions could use a bit of excitement.
Taking another look at the mass of brightly coloured geometric shapes, she nodded and sped off before one of those patrolling assholes came over and started investigating her. With a loud burst, she stopped right in front of the warehouse and looked at her watch.
"A little over 2 hours." She said to no one in particular, wearing a slightly displeased expression. "I'll take it."
With a sweeping gesture, she opened the door, gave a two fingered salute towards Free, and liberated a seat for herself. After a while of waiting, the other idiots who were also invited started trickling in. Will she be accepted? Will she be rejected? Franceska found that she didn't mind terribly should she be rejected. After all, she wasn't in this to prove herself to anyone, but to simply be.
She had started on her task first, zooming away towards her destination.
The wheels on her Gears was no longer whirring, it was giving off a high pitched whine now, threatening to fall apart under the ludicrous speed she was going. The dirty, dusty, and dangerous lower levels soon made way to the clean shining upper levels, her spirits lifting as she returned to the familiar whiteness of her life. It was all right down there, but only in small doses. Franceska wouldn't want to move down there any time soon.
Nearing her destination, she turned in a tight circle, slowing down to a stop.
Taking a look at the piece of paper again, and running through the instructions in her mind, she realized they didn't exactly specify anything in their instructions, only to tag a building they were given and to get back in four hours. Shrugging, she pulled out two of the four spray cans on her belt, and started to work. She painted using both of the cans at the same time, not because it was faster, not because it made her look cool, and certainly not because of some technique she developed, but simply because she can.
A while later, she finished her work.
It certainly didn't take very long considering she just painted over the entire entrance of the building instead of making a grand mural. The location however, would ensure everyone who enters the building see her work, at least until they get someone to erase it. But that will take a bit of time as they contact authorities to report on it and getting someone to work on the door. Plus, it would annoy or even humiliate her father's 'friend' when he found out about this, and would no doubt be lamenting about it the next time they attend anything. Their parties and functions could use a bit of excitement.
Taking another look at the mass of brightly coloured geometric shapes, she nodded and sped off before one of those patrolling assholes came over and started investigating her. With a loud burst, she stopped right in front of the warehouse and looked at her watch.
"A little over 2 hours." She said to no one in particular, wearing a slightly displeased expression. "I'll take it."
With a sweeping gesture, she opened the door, gave a two fingered salute towards Free, and liberated a seat for herself. After a while of waiting, the other idiots who were also invited started trickling in. Will she be accepted? Will she be rejected? Franceska found that she didn't mind terribly should she be rejected. After all, she wasn't in this to prove herself to anyone, but to simply be.
@Baklava Yes. Had an entire group of people migrate to Iwaku just because of that, and several of my rps that was going strong died. ;w;
Junko Adevelt
She extinguished the last of the fire, as the Fireboy there finally simmered down.
"Well hello there. Didn't realise I had my own personal fire extinguisher."
Junko had a ton of things she wanted to say right now, one that stood out in particular was how much of a blithering idiot he was for panicking. Not that she will ever voice it out, especially now that she was wearing the gas mask. It didn't hamper her speech much, but the voice box intended to prevent muffled speech also gave her voice a strange distorted sound. It was something she thought made her voice sounds stupid, so she rarely ever spoke with the gas mask on unless she was speaking to family.
A hand wave gesture near the vicinity of her mouth was all the response she gave, loosely meaning 'don't mind it'. That was, if the boy manage to understand what she was trying to convey.
"So, uh, are we all expelled?"
"I doubt he'd expel us, he's in a pretty good mood." The boy who had insulted her earlier piped in, before patting her on the head. "Let's go grab breakfast."
It made her hackles rise just with that. What happened? Did he get a concussion? Why was he acting so nice all of a sudden? She didn't get much time to think before another person started speaking.
“About bloody time,” Another one of the boys who was in that concerted action to smack Varus in the face butted in. “I’m fucking starving. What kinda food do you think they’ll have at magic school, eh?”
"Well, I don't doubt we could do something," Clive replied, "But we are respectively, 5 foot 6 in a raincoat, staggering out of a blast zone, and some guy who was on fire until a minute ago. If we're going to try to help, we won't be doing much."
She wasn't that familiar with imperial measurements, so she did not have a comeback to that. What was 160cm in imperial anyways? But more importantly, why were these people acting all nice all of a sudden and trying to drag her to breakfast? Not that she would mind, she was getting a bit peckish, but it was hard to eat when simply taking off the mask would instantly drown everyone around her in fog.
Junko took a deep breath, aware it sounded exaggerated through the mask.
First thing first, she wanted, needed, some breakfast, and if she filled the entire cafeteria with fog, then so be it. She could bring a lunch box the next day, and eat somewhere else.
Coughing once to catch the attention of the others there, she gave a gesture with her head, signalling that if they weren't moving to breakfast soon, she'd go alone. That was, if they managed to read beyond the gesture's obvious meaning of 'go'.
She extinguished the last of the fire, as the Fireboy there finally simmered down.
"Well hello there. Didn't realise I had my own personal fire extinguisher."
Junko had a ton of things she wanted to say right now, one that stood out in particular was how much of a blithering idiot he was for panicking. Not that she will ever voice it out, especially now that she was wearing the gas mask. It didn't hamper her speech much, but the voice box intended to prevent muffled speech also gave her voice a strange distorted sound. It was something she thought made her voice sounds stupid, so she rarely ever spoke with the gas mask on unless she was speaking to family.
A hand wave gesture near the vicinity of her mouth was all the response she gave, loosely meaning 'don't mind it'. That was, if the boy manage to understand what she was trying to convey.
"So, uh, are we all expelled?"
"I doubt he'd expel us, he's in a pretty good mood." The boy who had insulted her earlier piped in, before patting her on the head. "Let's go grab breakfast."
It made her hackles rise just with that. What happened? Did he get a concussion? Why was he acting so nice all of a sudden? She didn't get much time to think before another person started speaking.
“About bloody time,” Another one of the boys who was in that concerted action to smack Varus in the face butted in. “I’m fucking starving. What kinda food do you think they’ll have at magic school, eh?”
"Well, I don't doubt we could do something," Clive replied, "But we are respectively, 5 foot 6 in a raincoat, staggering out of a blast zone, and some guy who was on fire until a minute ago. If we're going to try to help, we won't be doing much."
She wasn't that familiar with imperial measurements, so she did not have a comeback to that. What was 160cm in imperial anyways? But more importantly, why were these people acting all nice all of a sudden and trying to drag her to breakfast? Not that she would mind, she was getting a bit peckish, but it was hard to eat when simply taking off the mask would instantly drown everyone around her in fog.
Junko took a deep breath, aware it sounded exaggerated through the mask.
First thing first, she wanted, needed, some breakfast, and if she filled the entire cafeteria with fog, then so be it. She could bring a lunch box the next day, and eat somewhere else.
Coughing once to catch the attention of the others there, she gave a gesture with her head, signalling that if they weren't moving to breakfast soon, she'd go alone. That was, if they managed to read beyond the gesture's obvious meaning of 'go'.
@banjoanjoohno im old now
I will take a bit more to finish up my post. Probs finish it by tonight my time.
@RedXCross Its ok. ^^;
I don't always catch on my mistakes so its alright to point out any mistakes I might have made. I promise I don't bite. Not much anyways.
I don't always catch on my mistakes so its alright to point out any mistakes I might have made. I promise I don't bite. Not much anyways.
The paper describes the building in question, right? Or did I get something wrong somewhere?
Speed Demon
She had a slight look of annoyance on her face when Free started to explain what they were here for.
"Yeah yeah, I get it. Tag a building for a test, don't get caught."
Wherever the building she was going to tag was, it was still on the upper levels, a place she was very familiar with. No that these taggers even knew about that; she had been very careful not to leak out anything about herself after all. And with her get up and her mannerisms, she wasn't worried about being noticed or recognized by anyone in her usual circle as well. Frederica could literally dance on the very top of the law enforcers' building on live camera and not be recognized.
“Introductions can wait; don’t you think?” One of those clowns in a mask spoke, “If this is meant to be a challenge, then it means that there are some people who will likely fail. So why not save the introductions for when we return?”
She smirked as one of them started to rant about what the masked guy said. At least one of them agreed with what the masked clown said though, simply fishing out a piece of paper from the box and walking away. Following their example, she stepped forwards and took out a piece of paper as well. It... was a familiar building, owned by one of her father's 'friends', meaning those rich uptight twats with parties that she had to attend. Not that she had ever been there personally, but she certainly knew where it was. This was going to be exciting. Frederica could already imagine him ranting about 'those idiotic taggers and their darned spray paints' the next time she and her father attended one of his functions.
Speaking of tagging however, now that she had a good look at all of them, this certainly seemed like a sorry lot. Was this really the best non affiliated taggers around?
"Four hours huh?" Frederica kicked open the door and started heading out. "I'll do it in two. Catch you idiots later."
With a resounding boom produced by jetting her verniers briefly, Speed Demon zoomed away at top speed, accelerating at an alarming rate. There was no mistaking why she got her nickname so fast.
She had a slight look of annoyance on her face when Free started to explain what they were here for.
"Yeah yeah, I get it. Tag a building for a test, don't get caught."
Wherever the building she was going to tag was, it was still on the upper levels, a place she was very familiar with. No that these taggers even knew about that; she had been very careful not to leak out anything about herself after all. And with her get up and her mannerisms, she wasn't worried about being noticed or recognized by anyone in her usual circle as well. Frederica could literally dance on the very top of the law enforcers' building on live camera and not be recognized.
“Introductions can wait; don’t you think?” One of those clowns in a mask spoke, “If this is meant to be a challenge, then it means that there are some people who will likely fail. So why not save the introductions for when we return?”
She smirked as one of them started to rant about what the masked guy said. At least one of them agreed with what the masked clown said though, simply fishing out a piece of paper from the box and walking away. Following their example, she stepped forwards and took out a piece of paper as well. It... was a familiar building, owned by one of her father's 'friends', meaning those rich uptight twats with parties that she had to attend. Not that she had ever been there personally, but she certainly knew where it was. This was going to be exciting. Frederica could already imagine him ranting about 'those idiotic taggers and their darned spray paints' the next time she and her father attended one of his functions.
Speaking of tagging however, now that she had a good look at all of them, this certainly seemed like a sorry lot. Was this really the best non affiliated taggers around?
"Four hours huh?" Frederica kicked open the door and started heading out. "I'll do it in two. Catch you idiots later."
With a resounding boom produced by jetting her verniers briefly, Speed Demon zoomed away at top speed, accelerating at an alarming rate. There was no mistaking why she got her nickname so fast.
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