LovelyAnastasia

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

I get to work ten days in rrow, so my posts might get really slow as I slowly die x.x

But I'll post my new girl tomorrow

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

*glances about* ..... *le shrug* I guess I'll just post then?

Aʀʀᴏᴡsᴍɪᴛʜ: Fʀᴇsʜᴍᴀɴ Yᴇᴀʀ

Poetry Bluebell Carolina Sundance

Mood Music

Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: The First Day Festival - Ferris Wheel
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Blakey Boy @MechonRaptor and Mellow-Maeve @TheIrishJJ

Poetry grinned from ear to ear, the ferris wheel had been just as amazingly beautiful as she had hoped it to be.

And riding with Blake in the middle, her new friend Meave on the other side of him? Why it was just perfect. A sugar-sweet memory filtered through sunlight and bubbly cheerfulness. The trio of them, almost touching the sky, it was a wonderful way to start off the school year and celebrate the leaving summer with a last free spirited cheer. Though perhaps it was only her who thought this way. Most kids their age were less than optimistic about starting school again. Even if it was their first year high school, school was school, and everyone was either gloomy or ecstatic. Well, she'd always be one to count under ecstatic. Especially after spending the day with friends.

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Dᴀᴛᴇ: Sᴇᴘᴛᴇᴍʙᴇʀ, Tᴜᴇsᴅᴀʏ 8ᴛʜ.
Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ: Going to school >>>>> First Day
Iɴᴛᴇʀᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴs: Nathaniel @MechonRaptor and class

A pale mass of curls, carelessly sleeping with one leg over the side of her bed and an arm dangling over her head, the morning started off thusly. Soft breathy 'snores' drifted through the darkened morning just before being thrown to the wayside by the sudden jolting music of the radio by the bed. Her snores snuffled into the pillow and she hit her snooze button, rolling over in bed. But as she did so her mother's hand ruffled her hair.

And with a gentle word from her mother, Poetry got up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. But as she sat up and looked around, she began to grin slowly, dreamily at first, then giving into excitement. Rushing through her room, she pulled on her clothes. Running a brush through wild pale curls, the mass was tamed into its usual delicate tendrils, styled simple so it'd stay out of the way, and checked twice, just to make sure nothing looked funky.

Running downstairs, she almost ran over her grandmother, who was bringing down laundry. Through the hall, with shouted apologies, Poetry rushed to he kitchen table. Breakfast was waiting, and she gratefully gobbled it down. Being told to slow down didn't help. And once her teeth were brushed, hair checked once more and bag sat waiting by the door, she fell backwards onto the couch. She still had ten minutes till her dad would drive her. Poetry took the time to look her schedule over once more.

ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕤𝕤 𝕊𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕𝕦𝕝𝕖

1) Homeroom - Mrs. Wayne
2) Freshman English - Mr. Fridley
3) Freshman Science - Mr. Shmiddt
4) Lunch - Lunch Lady Sue
5) Freshman Math - Mrs. Kordos
6) Freshman Social Studies - Mrs. Ford
7) Choir/Band/Art - Mr & Mrs. Porter
8) Homeroom - Mrs. Wayne

How busy....

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Finally getting to school, Poetry, who was hardly ever late, was among the few to arrive first. Mrs. Wayne's homeroom seemed welcoming enough, though the gloomy sky outside was less than welcoming. With the teacher greeting everyone at the door, Poetry beamed and handed her the Queen Anne's Lace flower she had been holding onto for such occasion.

Sitting in a seat at the center of the room, she wiggled excitedly in her seat. Examining the paper, the pale haired girl in blue and orange grinned. She did as instructed and folded one paper in half. Writing her name in scrawling letters, soon she had it decorated it flowers, birds, sketches of pretty food, stars, and colored it all with her own twenty four set of markers. Attendance was called and Poetry ignored the small giggle the rose up over her name. She was used to people finding it odd, but her face flushed just a bit, not used to the school setting. She had been homeschooled after all.

The second paper made her wince. Carefully she tore it up into neat sections, then into delicate pieces, till it was just a snow-like hill on her desk. Looking down at the torn up paper, she winced and shrank into her seat. Violence wasn't something she liked to think about, even if it was metaphorical or emotional. Hearing about the game, she relaxed.

Poetry raised her hand, letting it snake-dance up into the air when no one else made a move to guess the lie. She straightened her back and gave the boy, Nathaniel, a warm and gentle smile. Her honey smooth voice slipped through the air like a lullaby. "I believe that the lie might be that you swim," she grinned.

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@Delta44THANK YOU VERY MUCH FOR ACCEPTING HER!!! Wonderful~ Now I can get into this with a flying kick~

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

Dal Yoon Suk

Baby Face with a Bite

Name: Dal Yoon Suk

Age: 22

Appearance:

You took her otaku cat ears! How could you!

Cute

Pissed

Swim Suit

Height: 5’ 3”

Weight: 143lb


Likes:
+Flowers and cute things
+Music and upbeat things you can dance to
+Sunshine, Rain, and Parks
+Ice Cream, Coffee, Cake and Tea
+Animals and eating
+Reading, Cooking and helping others
+Anime, Manga, and collecting figurines
+Otome games, body pillows and posters
+Drama CDs and ALL HER HUSBANDOS


Dislikes:
+Lightning and other loud sounds
+Too Spicy Food and bitter food
+Seeing Someone Sad or Suffering
+Dark Small Places and ghosts
+Being Bored and Getting Lost
+Sad endings and her baby face
+Dark alleys and burning her tongue
+PEOPLE MAKING FUN OF HER WEARING HER NEKONEKOLOVE CAT EARS ALL THE TIME

SHOVE IT

Party Trick: She can flip a guy four times her size over her shoulder! Oh and she can also break boards with her feet.

Profession: She works at the arcade.

Bio/Personality: She is a vibrant and energetic person who never gives up once she starts on something. Some call it stubborn, but she really does get passionate when she sets her sights on something. Her family has always had money problems, but they never break a promise and they are always generous to those around them. Dal Yoon can get mean when she is angry, but she has a big sappy romantic’s heart that she can get carried away with. When she gets too stressed out however, she can end up wavering and even crying out of frustration, but you better watch out, because that is when her fists and feet start flying. Loyal and honest to a fault, Dal Yoon will always try to see the best in others. Bullies tick her off though. No one should ever make fun of someone else and she will try her best to stand up to them. Or beat them up. Either one. Dal Yoon is also extremely into being as cute as possible, but even though she is in her twenties she can be a bit naive sometimes. While some people can find her a bit annoying, she tries her best to ignore things like that. Not everyone will like you. Their loss, huh? :P

Theme Song:

Please accept my violent fujoshi cutie~

Legacy: The Fourth Reich [WWIII/Superhuman RP]

I'll have to step back from this RP for personal reasons. Thank you very much for all your hard work! Please have tons of fun!

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

Dal Yoon Suk

Baby Face with a Bite

Name: Dal Yoon Suk

Age: 22

Appearance:

You took her otaku cat ears! How could you!

Cute

Pissed

Swim Suit

Height: 5’ 3”

Weight: 143lb


Likes:
+Flowers and cute things
+Music and upbeat things you can dance to
+Sunshine, Rain, and Parks
+Ice Cream, Coffee, Cake and Tea
+Animals and eating
+Reading, Cooking and helping others
+Anime, Manga, and collecting figurines
+Otome games, body pillows and posters
+Drama CDs and ALL HER HUSBANDOS


Dislikes:
+Lightning and other loud sounds
+Too Spicy Food and bitter food
+Seeing Someone Sad or Suffering
+Dark Small Places and ghosts
+Being Bored and Getting Lost
+Sad endings and her baby face
+Dark alleys and burning her tongue
+PEOPLE MAKING FUN OF HER WEARING HER NEKONEKOLOVE CAT EARS ALL THE TIME

SHOVE IT

Party Trick: She can flip a guy four times her size over her shoulder! Oh and she can also break boards with her feet.

Profession: She works at the arcade.

Bio/Personality: She is a vibrant and energetic person who never gives up once she starts on something. Some call it stubborn, but she really does get passionate when she sets her sights on something. Her family has always had money problems, but they never break a promise and they are always generous to those around them. Dal Yoon can get mean when she is angry, but she has a big sappy romantic’s heart that she can get carried away with. When she gets too stressed out however, she can end up wavering and even crying out of frustration, but you better watch out, because that is when her fists and feet start flying. Loyal and honest to a fault, Dal Yoon will always try to see the best in others. Bullies tick her off though. No one should ever make fun of someone else and she will try her best to stand up to them. Or beat them up. Either one. Dal Yoon is also extremely into being as cute as possible, but even though she is in her twenties she can be a bit naive sometimes. While some people can find her a bit annoying, she tries her best to ignore things like that. Not everyone will like you. Their loss, huh? :P

Theme Song:

Please accept my violent fujoshi cutie~

Elysium

MortalMalice

Theme

It's stuff like that, that really pissed her off. Hacking to make a statement, that's one thing. Being a troll on a game, yeah, alright, whatever ya' jerk. And even hacking to be a troll as well as the absolute scum of any game? Fine! Be a terrible human being. At least it didn't have to end in the kidnapping of thousands and thousands of minds, as well as the deaths of thousands more.

Games like this were suppose to be a get-away. A dream to escape reality in. Not a nightmare you could never wake up from. She was practically burning from the inside out. Her shields were almost always up these days in the game. Not to mention that even this body in the game could get scars and feel agonizing pain. Luck for her, that doctors enjoyed playing video games as much as the next person. But then again their guilty pleasure was no longer private, now was it?

A few missing-for-days-due-to-video-gamers were to be expected with the introduction of a game that was her generation's lunar landing. But massive amounts of people stuck in said game? And actually dying real deaths while in it? Whoever thought this was a genius idea needed their arms and legs ripped off. Actually, that wasn't a bad idea. She'd have to log that death-to-****head options for whenever she ran across one of those sick and twisted hackers.

MortalMalice was her handle, but she just went by Malice now. Her new InGame life deserved an InGame name. Thank the gods she hadn't named her self something ridiculous with numbers in it, like that stupid hackers, whose name she could never remember. Wasn't it something to do with 'reaper' or 'rag-nar-ok'? Not that didn't seem right. Well, either way she was all for signing up to kick their heads in.

While she was stewing about things that she mostly couldn't control at the moment, she slammed a fist into one of the medium difficulty beasts. She didn't even need her Goliath suit for this. Why was she doing this escort mission again? Ah, right. Even InGame worlds had currency and currency was needed for food and food was needed to fuel her body to kick frickin' hackers in the face. Better hurry it along then.

With easily landed kicks and punches here and there, Malice was free to take out her frustration escorting a few lower level kiddo-gamers to what they told her was a designated safe-zone. Supposedly secured by a few empathetic high medium leveled gamers, lead by a beta tester, the group was holding up somewhere on the actually wasteland ground level. Seemed stupid to Malice, but if this was anything like the real world, which it unfortunately was now, people did whatever they thought was best for them.

And there was some logic behind it. Why would hackers who wanted control over all the major parts of the game ever come down to ground of the wastelands to get their boots digitally dirty? Answer: they wouldn't. Unless, say, a beta-tester were helping keep lower level kids safe. But that was Malice's cynical two-cents. These poor kids deserved all the hope they could get. She just hoped it was worth it in the end.

Once the mission as done and she was transferred the currency, she said her goodbyes (which she hates because she always ends up crying somehow), patted each kid on the head, told the beta-tester to look out for them otherwise she'd come back and rip his ears off, and then left. Without her suit activated she could move faster, so she started a well paced run. It certainly wasn't the fastest she could go, but it was a good speed that would get her to the Underside of Killion in good time. Just before the dinner rush. Sweet. It wasn't all that pretty or impressive as it once had been, but her virtual tastebuds were always tingling when at her favorite dive. And boy did escort mission and being mad make her hungry!

Shine City IV: Romance Forever!

@MyCatGinger Hey soooooo I am lame. I am not feeling into Kaori at all. She just bores me. Could I re-do my character?

She's still gonna be cute...but I wanna had some lemon to the sugary drink this time.

Elysium

@FallenTrinity I work nutty hours, but I think I can do at least a post a day.
Plus my character is a bit rouge around the edges. I don't see her going out of her way to hang out with others, when she could be fighting.

So do we post now?