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    1. Leysos 11 yrs ago

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7 yrs ago
Current I think my play-by-post roleplaying days are done for now. Thank you everyone for the years of fun I've had, and I'm sorry to everyone I've let down. Godspeed in all our pursuits.
8 yrs ago
I have two modes. Literal months of radio silence, and being unable to sleep because I'm working on posts.
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8 yrs ago
This website is my limbo and I can't escape
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8 yrs ago
Finally, a Valentine's Day where "being happy" and "not in a relationship" aren't mutually exclusive for me
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8 yrs ago
Incredible. The site's as slow as my IC posting speed.
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"How lucky I've been... to know all of you."

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Bubbly and energetic teacher? Check. Zarek turned to look at Will, who was staring at their instructor. Probably captivated by her looks and aptly daydreaming about her, if history were to repeat itself. Zarek cringed and closed his eyes. That's some dangerous ground you're treading on again, she's our teacher, he thought to himself, not bothering to pay attention to "Ms. Liz" at the moment. Both of their bubbles were popped when she pounded her desk, though. Will's face seemed to shatter as he let loose a very quiet gasp. Okay. Maybe she wasn't so cheerful all of the time, hinted by her now-serious expression. Zarek didn't dare miss another word of her instruction in fear that she'd call him out or something. "Draw each other? Now I can actually set you on fire," Zarek pointed out as he pleadingly looked at Will, who blinked and shook his head.
"Yeah, too scary. Sorry to bail out on the sausage fest, but the girls in this class are smokin', Will said as he got up, walking away towards disappointment. Zarek slowly brought his palm to his face, he knew Will didn't stand a chance with any sane girl in this school and that he was going to walk away from this assignment with a handprint on his face. He was never that good at drawing, so any potential partner might get offended. 'I'm not that fat!' While the thought amused him, he was still stuck without a partner because he didn't know anybody else in the class. "So it's going to be one of those days, is it? Whatever," he muttered to himself and stood up, deciding to take the Ms. Liz up on her offer to work with a student. This could be a chance to give her a good first impression on his art skills. Who knows, maybe he could walk away with a good picture of himself if she took it seriously enough. He walked up to the front, moving amidst the other people looking for partners, and took a piece of paper. After taking his mechanical pencil out of his pocket, he looked her directly in the eyes. "Do I still have to put my name on the paper if I work with you?" Zarek asked. Mainly to show off his sense of humor, dull as it may be right now. It was still early in the morning.
Oh senior year, a time where every late high schooler opens a bag of mixed feelings. The majority feel happiness and the need to celebrate- the delusional ones, according to Zarek. The apathetic- those who either don't care or have come to terms with the fact that they'll probably fail anyway. Then, there are the people who actually realize that the easiest years of their life are almost over. "Time's a bitch," proclaimed the black-headed teen. He had his backpack lazily one-strapped around his back, as well as both of his hands stuffed into his jacket pockets. Despite the impression that may give, his walk had a confident step.
"Dude, you're a walking paradox," his friend, Will, nonchalantly pointed out. "You dress like you don't care, you talk with such a defeatist attitude, and yet... you walk like you're going to take over the world." Zarek shrugged and averted his eyes towards the wall.
"I just know who my adversaries are and I know how to deal with them. Like coping with the passage of time," Zarek looked back over at Will, who had a tall thermos of coffee in his hand. "Or you when you're high on caffeine."
"Dude," Will chortled. "Then why do you worry so much?"
"Just because I know how to deal with it, doesn't make it suck any less," Zarek woefully explained as he looked back across the hall. Will sighed and took a long swig of his coffee.
"I'm not awake enough for this," he said, staring into his now-empty cup. "Art's going to be bad enough as it is," he said with a yawn. Zarek blinked and nodded in agreement.
"Sorry. I just don't know if I'll get accepted into college before my parents decide to kick me out. I've got a lot on my mind," he explained.
"Relax, dude, I understand. We'll talk about it later though, alright?" Will turned his head towards Zarek, who was looking far into the distance. "Cheer up, you can take your frustration out by, I dunno, drawing a circle in art class or something."
"Maybe I'll draw you, set on fire."
"Hey, that's not nice," Will chuckled again. Zarek closed his eyes and put on a smirk.
"That's the point." Will dismissed his remark. They remained silent for the short time it took to get to the classroom, where they walked in and sat down together.


Zarek was firstborn to a pair of newlyweds at the time. After his infancy, his parents never really spent much time with him; they'd rather go on a spur-of-the-moment date or vacation, leaving Zarek with a babysitter most of the time. Since he was rarely around his parents, he began to learn to think and do things for himself much earlier on than other children. His parents never settled down until they had their second child, a little girl named Sadie. Zarek was about six years old at the time. Unlike Zarek, though, his parents were actually around to raise Sadie, giving her a more happy-go-lucky and energetic nature. The siblings' conflicting nature always led them to get into arguments and fights, but their parents would always favor Sadie.

Zarek finally got the hint as to who the favorite was in the house and began to distance himself from the rest of his family; he'd lock himself in his room to study and read by himself, only to come out to get some food or use the bathroom. He'd also spend a lot of time at his friends' houses, meaning he was rarely home to begin with. This cycle never really changed, even throughout most of high school.

Despite this, though, Zarek never really had a bad outlook on life. He's still firm in believing that, as long as he's still alive, he can change the outcome of his life. The knowledge and friends he's gained so far are proof enough of this for him.
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Yes, a single glass of water.
Ooh, you seem like my type. Come on, don't look at me in that tone of voice, I didn't mean it like that.

"Give me Forever" seems like it has a boatload of potential, color me interested. Pm me? ;o
I like long walks in the book store and learning new stuff.


Combined with your title, I think I've fallen in love. Am I allowed to say that? Shoot, I'll say it anyway.

So... dinner later?

Thank you, everyone. I missed the community above all else. ;'o I think I'm going to cry.
So, I'm Leysos.

I was in the old guild, but I didn't come back because I thought it was gone forever.
A friend told me that it was back up. Whoop-dee-doo. I've changed, so, reintroduction time.

Don't let my spelling scare you off, I have low standards. I get sidetracked easily and find it difficult to invest myself in a long-term advanced-level roleplay, but I still like to make sure my spelling is in line. From what I saw in the old guild, I'm somewhat of an odd case. Hopefully I'll find a place here.

See you around.


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