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9 yrs ago
Current 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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BreakNeck, having switched out his usual clothing for a pair of black cargo pants and a green tank top, cracked his gloved knuckles as he stood in front of a punching bag with a smirk. The hero crouched a bit, then disappeared in a blur before reappearing behind the bag. For half a second it seemed as though he'd done nothing, then the punching bag began to shake violently as several small dents appeared in the side BreakNeck had been standing in front of earlier. BreakNeck swung around and delivered a vicious kick to the side of the bag, but grimaced as the sheer speed and force of the kick ripped the bag from its chain and sent it sprawling onto the floor. "Hrm...Anna's gonna be pissed about that one I bet. Ah well, they really should get some more sturdy equipment in this place." he said with a shrug before walking away from the bag andover to a bench where he'd left a bottle of gatorade.
*standing next to Spriggs & our shadows loom over lex*
SLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEPPPPPPPPPPPPPPP
*Jacque & Dimitri look at each other with concern*
Jacque: Should we be worried?
Dimitri: At least they aren't chanting "one of us".
Not to nit pick, but it probably isn't a good idea to continue to skip over things just because they seem boring to you at the moment. The point of the dinner was also to allow the heroes to get to know each other, was it not?
Lexzah said
I will post when I can.Still trying to get over this cold.


You must rest Lex. Sleep and grow strong my child, *voice distorts and grows several times deeper* Sleeeeeepppp.
Dimitri's ears perked at the sound of the bell ringing, prompting an expression somewhere between amusement and annoyance, "And here I was considering asking one of them to go a few rounds..." he said lowly to himself as he slowly stood back up. Dimitri yawned softly, crouched, then leapt from his perch, clearing nearly half of the room's length before landing softly on his feet. Perhaps these people would prover interesting as time went on, but for now Dimitri was only concerned about getting to his next class. His tail still lashing back and forth, Dimitri took a moment to look at his schedule, then slipped out of the door.
As Dimitri finally slipped into the dojo with barely a sound, he spared a moment to look at his classmates, however he did not speak, rather he began looking around the room for a vantage point, he was certain that he'd have to talk at them at some point, but he'd much rather do so once he was comfortable in the room. As Dimitri's eyes settled on the seats, his eyes went from violet to a bright shade of amber as he crossed the room and scaled as high up as he could. Dimitri turned and crouched, staring down at the others with mild curiosity as a meter long tail came from underneath his pants and swayed from side to side lazily.
Dimitri let out an exasperated sigh as he exited the principle's office with a schedule sheet in his hand. Thirty minutes, that was how long it had been since his Uncle dropped him off at school, and approximately twenty five of those minutes had been spent listening to the principle explain the school, schedules, extracurricular activities, and rules. Lifting up his sheet, Dimitri surveyed his schedule to see precisely were he'd end up for first period, "Combat? They teach that in high school? Abuela never mentioned that...", he muttered, unaware of the fact that normal high schools didn't have such classes. The b'alam stopped by the front desk to acquire the directions to his class, and then he was off, walking in a silent, yet quick manner as he made his way towards the dojo.

[edited the post a bit, thanks for the heads up Cyndus]
"We shall see Kai...we shall see." Mateiu said just before slipping into the classroom along with his meister. The weapon raised an eyebrow a bit as he examined the class mates that were already inside of the room, then tapped his meister, a gesture that meant 'this way' before he took a seat near the top row in an effort to better see whatever would happen in class.
Cyndus said
Bunnying is like teleporting around, no sense of time, like."Derp heard a sound in the woods, he then was in the woods."


Gotcha, thanks for the explanation.
Mind if I join in on the fun? Also, whats 'bunnying'?

Name: Dimitri Santos
Age(human years): 16 (started school a year late)
Creature(You CAN be a human, if you want, just have some important reason for coming to the school): B'alam
Description (An image is STRONGLY)encouraged): Human form & B'alam form
Quote(something your character would say): "Lemme explain somethin' to you hermano, the only way to stay at the top of the food chain is to eat everyone else below you."
Characteristics: Dimitri is extremely feline like in his mannerisms, he greatly enjoys perching in high places to observe everything around him, prefers to move quietly and without others noticing, and is usually pretty even tempered, though he believes strongly in the concept of 'survival of the fittest' and has a predatory side of him that enjoys playing with his prey (prey here being anyone he's fighting), he can sometimes get carried away when this side of him flares up.
Backstory: Raised by his grandparents in their quaint little home in El Paso Texas, Dimitri learned very early on about his heritage, and about how the b'alam were once revered by Mesoamerican cultures as deities and guardians. With these tales swirling about in his head, the boy became bored and frustrated with the world of humans, he was tired of hiding what he was & believed himself to be above his fellow classmates during his elementary and middle school years. This of course led to friction, and many fights, most of which were started (and ended) by Dimitri. Rather than allow him to attend high school, Dimitri's grandparents opted to home school him for a year so they could teach him to better understand the way that the modern world worked, and how to integrate with human society. Even with his teaching, when they finally decided to let him into a public school again, they opted to air on the side of caution and send him all the way out to the city of Fey to stay with his uncle and attend the Mythical school of Fey, as they would be better suited for handling him.
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