MonsieurShade
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STATUS: Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest. 9 yrs ago
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Tfw you want to go to the gym and get your stronk on but you've busted your shoulder and need let it rest.
9 yrs ago
Holy fuck. Ok, shit. Insane hiatus. Fuck. I'm still around folks, just been beyond extremely busy. Will try (heavy emphasis on try) to be more active in the coming months.
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10 yrs ago
God forbid I be one of the lucky bastards that doesn't have their wisdom teeth grow in. Nah, just fuck my shit up fam.
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10 yrs ago
As someone who works for a pet store I both love and hate pixar. The next person that tries to ask me if we have "a dory fish" for their goldfish bowl is getting straight up clubbed like a baby seal
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I'm just a simple college student working his way through life while simultaneously testing the limits of how much caffeine and alcohol the human body can subsist on before it gives out. Just call me Shade.
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As fate would have it, Jacque didn't need to go far to find the kitchen, stumbling upon it after about 10 minutes of searching, though he made it a point while looking to stay clear of the spirit that belonged to the fire elemental. In fact, he was so entranced in avoiding the other elemental, that he didn't notice the spirit of the other person that was in the kitchen, which was Rachel. The elemental accidentally bumped into the halfling and stumbled back a bit, "Oi, watch were you're- Oh.". Jacque eyed Rachel with a quirked brow and a hand on his hip as he recognized her as the other person that had participated in the fight last night, "Huh. I figured you'd be out cold longer what with you passing out and all. Well whatever. S'up, the name's Jacque.", he said as if the battle that transpired merely hours before had never happened.
Personally I pretty much hate fish as a whole. I find the texture and meat a bit too...I guess soft would be the word here? I dunno, point is, I can't stand it. But salmon holds a special place in my heart as one of the most hated foods on the planet. Right next to cauliflower.
Jacque: I'm torn between excitement and the urge to nope the fuck out. All the way back to the sea from whence I came.
Don't chicken out now. You attacked em', you face what comes next.
Jacque: ...When I find a way to kill you...
You can't, i'm an Eldritch Abomination. Like Cthulhu, or the Slenderman.
Jacque: ...Fuck you.
Jacque: I'm torn between excitement and the urge to nope the fuck out. All the way back to the sea from whence I came.
Don't chicken out now. You attacked em', you face what comes next.
Jacque: ...When I find a way to kill you...
You can't, i'm an Eldritch Abomination. Like Cthulhu, or the Slenderman.
Jacque: ...Fuck you.
It really is a god awful smell, isn't it?
Jacque: Wha...what?
*cackling*
Jacque: Manō, a little help please?
Manō: *takes on humanoid form and walks away*
Jacque: M-Manō?
*cackling intensifies*
Jacque: Wha...what?
*cackling*
Jacque: Manō, a little help please?
Manō: *takes on humanoid form and walks away*
Jacque: M-Manō?
*cackling intensifies*
My advice would be to invest in a few mint plants. Whenever theres an unpleasant lingering around my home, say for example the smell of salmon in the oven (which I hate but my sister loves) I snip a few sprigs and leaves from the plant, crush the leaves a bit, and either place them in close proximity to where I am, or set them in front of my mini fan to allow the smell to travel throughout the room. Works really well for me.
Jacque: *screams internally*
Oh you'll be fine. Think of that damnable reward you'll have.
Jacque: *perks up a bit*
Jacque: *screams internally*
Oh you'll be fine. Think of that damnable reward you'll have.
Jacque: *perks up a bit*
Oh man, that sounds unpleasant. And by unpleasant I mean really freakin gross. This comes from a man who works with animals for a living
Jacque: Why me...
Because you're murphy's law incarnate.
Jacque: Why me...
Because you're murphy's law incarnate.
This should be fun, i've never rp'd ass a mentally disturbed person before. Well, not an incarcerated one anyway...
Right here folks
(he's approximately 6'0" and weighs just over 130 lbs)
Name: John Lockhart
Age: 17
Disorder: Sociopathic Personality disorder - A distinct lack of empathy, morals & remorse, among other things
History: John was always an odd one, even as a kid. While the others were playing tag or kickball at recess, John was the kid either avoiding contact with everyone, or pulling the heads and limbs off of the toys of the younger kids, in middle school, when kids expressed an interest in a particular future career or a subject, John would go out of his way to figure out how to ruin things for the others in the worst way for the sheer pleasure of it. His parents first thought that John was merely a bully that would grow out of it when he got older, be it because he became ashamed of what he was doing, or because someone finally knocked some manners into him. That thought was instantly thrown from a window when John was found responsible for the suicide attempts made by multiple students during his time in high school. During counseling, John's therapist asked him why he convinced his fellow students to attempt to kill themselves, his response? "Because I was bored. Besides, the gene pool could use some cleansing.". Not too long after that he was admitted to the institution. His parents still hold out hope that their son isn't a monster.
Other: Do NOT let his sweet face fool you, John is highly manipulative and is not to be left around the other patients without a staff member on standby. He also shows a distinct fondness for trolli brand sour gummy octopuses.
Right here folks
(he's approximately 6'0" and weighs just over 130 lbs)
Name: John Lockhart
Age: 17
Disorder: Sociopathic Personality disorder - A distinct lack of empathy, morals & remorse, among other things
History: John was always an odd one, even as a kid. While the others were playing tag or kickball at recess, John was the kid either avoiding contact with everyone, or pulling the heads and limbs off of the toys of the younger kids, in middle school, when kids expressed an interest in a particular future career or a subject, John would go out of his way to figure out how to ruin things for the others in the worst way for the sheer pleasure of it. His parents first thought that John was merely a bully that would grow out of it when he got older, be it because he became ashamed of what he was doing, or because someone finally knocked some manners into him. That thought was instantly thrown from a window when John was found responsible for the suicide attempts made by multiple students during his time in high school. During counseling, John's therapist asked him why he convinced his fellow students to attempt to kill themselves, his response? "Because I was bored. Besides, the gene pool could use some cleansing.". Not too long after that he was admitted to the institution. His parents still hold out hope that their son isn't a monster.
Other: Do NOT let his sweet face fool you, John is highly manipulative and is not to be left around the other patients without a staff member on standby. He also shows a distinct fondness for trolli brand sour gummy octopuses.
Dare I ask why your nose would be dead Lex?
John had been in the foundation's mess hall pouring himself a fresh cup of coffee when the sound of Miles Gatsworth blared over the intercoms, requesting the presence of multiple personnel, three doctors -of which he was one- and two officers to be specific. John's face split into a somewhat Cheshire-esque grin as he listened to the intercom, he nearly dropped his coffee, however was still focused enough on it to set it on the counter as he listened to the intercom. A request for his presence in room-C17 could only mean one thing: A new specimen, likely one that fit his forte. The doctor let out a somewhat feminine squeal of excitement as he sprinted out of the mess hall, completely forgetting about his coffee as he did so. "A new entity! HELL YES! Come to papa!" The researcher said with a cackle whilst weaving around other personnel that were present in the hall at the time. A left, a right, another right, and- "There!", John's sneakers squeaked against the floor as he came to a halt, just barely managing to keep from falling over.
The doctor fumbled for his key card, scanned it, then stormed into the room still grinning widely as his eyes began to dart around the room, "Where is it!? Can I see it?! How's it been behaving thus far!? Are there signs of-", he stopped himself as he remembered exactly where he was and what he was currently doing. John's cheeks turned pink, he felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over himself as he replayed what he'd just done in his head. That was not professional, certainly not befitting of a man of his stature, and most definitely not befitting of someone doing what he did for a living. He was a doctor first and foremost, meaning he was to retain an air of professionalism at all times, regardless of how long he'd gone without something to research. John cleared his throat with his fist over his face, "My apologies. It's...it's been a long two weeks, and I got over excited." he said meekly as he slunk over to a seat and nestled in quietly. Suddenly becoming increasingly aware of his disheveled appearance, John began to smooth out his lab coat and the top of his head, then pulled his pony tail over his shoulder and did his best to smooth down the stray strands.
The doctor fumbled for his key card, scanned it, then stormed into the room still grinning widely as his eyes began to dart around the room, "Where is it!? Can I see it?! How's it been behaving thus far!? Are there signs of-", he stopped himself as he remembered exactly where he was and what he was currently doing. John's cheeks turned pink, he felt a hot wave of embarrassment wash over himself as he replayed what he'd just done in his head. That was not professional, certainly not befitting of a man of his stature, and most definitely not befitting of someone doing what he did for a living. He was a doctor first and foremost, meaning he was to retain an air of professionalism at all times, regardless of how long he'd gone without something to research. John cleared his throat with his fist over his face, "My apologies. It's...it's been a long two weeks, and I got over excited." he said meekly as he slunk over to a seat and nestled in quietly. Suddenly becoming increasingly aware of his disheveled appearance, John began to smooth out his lab coat and the top of his head, then pulled his pony tail over his shoulder and did his best to smooth down the stray strands.
As the sunlight began to pour into the castle, Jacque let out a small, somewhat pitiful groan as he opened his eyes and blinked a few times. "Jesus christ Mother Nature, give a guy a break will you?" he growled as he rubbed his eyes and got to his feet. Despite having gotten such a paltry amount of sleep Jacque had always found it near impossible to sleep peacefully once the sun had risen, "Well if i'm going to be up, I might as well figure out where the hell the kitchen is in this place. I'm starving..." the elemental muttered to himself as he trudged off in a random direction, somewhat regretting his decision now to not explore the building when offered the chance.
You know that feeling you get when there's an itch you just can't scratch? Like, when you get it, it starts out a small easily negligible thing, something that you feel doesn't require much focus. Then that itch begins to grow worse as time goes on, eventually progressing until it reaches the point of burning excruciation that can only be relieved through a good solid scratch, which now when you need to do it the most, can't be done because you're either in public, or lack the means to scratch it. John Charles Alexander was experiencing that sort of itch right now, however the itch that ailed him wasn't a physical one, but a mental one. It had been two weeks since he'd gotten a new specimen in for study, and in that time not only had John completed every assignment thrown his way, but he'd even managed to complete the side projects that he had self imposed. Needless to say, John was stressed, and it showed on his person; His long red hair was unkept, even more so than how it usually looked after a long period of research, sticking out wildly in several places, his lab coat was wrinkled and sported stains on the sleeves and body, thankfully it was only from food and not from some ghastly chemical or entity, there were dark rings under his somewhat bloodshot eyes, a sign that he wasn't getting enough sleep, he chalked this off as too much brain activity with not enough fulfillment.
John tapped his foot rapidly as he sat in front of his computer monitor, the air was filled with brief but rapid intervals of tik-taking sounds as John's fingers flew across the keyboard. He was typing out a request to the Department Administrator for permission to start work on a new entity, preferably a parasite or virus, though after two weeks of inactivity, he'd happily take whatever he could get. As he typed, John couldn't help but find something funny; he'd been given medicine to help him focus, to keep him on track when it came to completing the assignments given as opposed to working on his own agendas, and it worked like a dream, allowing John to finish his research with near record timing. Now however, that exact same medicine was making him focus on a complete LACK of assignments, bringing the word irony to mind. "Come on Homes, come through for me this time man, i'm dying here..." John muttered as he clicked send and exited out of the window. The researcher spun around in his chair, got up, and exited his lab, he'd done his part, now he could only hope that the Dept.Admin would give him something to occupy his mind.
John tapped his foot rapidly as he sat in front of his computer monitor, the air was filled with brief but rapid intervals of tik-taking sounds as John's fingers flew across the keyboard. He was typing out a request to the Department Administrator for permission to start work on a new entity, preferably a parasite or virus, though after two weeks of inactivity, he'd happily take whatever he could get. As he typed, John couldn't help but find something funny; he'd been given medicine to help him focus, to keep him on track when it came to completing the assignments given as opposed to working on his own agendas, and it worked like a dream, allowing John to finish his research with near record timing. Now however, that exact same medicine was making him focus on a complete LACK of assignments, bringing the word irony to mind. "Come on Homes, come through for me this time man, i'm dying here..." John muttered as he clicked send and exited out of the window. The researcher spun around in his chair, got up, and exited his lab, he'd done his part, now he could only hope that the Dept.Admin would give him something to occupy his mind.
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