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RumikoOhara
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Goddess & Benevolent Dictator
STATUS: Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference 6 yrs ago
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- Old Guild Username: Rumiko Goddess of Chaos
- Joined: 13 yrs ago
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Every day I believe that people can't get any dumber then Trump has a press conference
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Women aren't mysterious, men are often dense
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"We commit the sins again And our sons and daughters pay"
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Good point life but to make a correction----- When Life gives you Lemons... Grab a fat one an squirt it in Life's Eyes
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They when life gives you lemons... grab one of the fat ones an squirt it in lie's eyes
Bio
Hello curious person, I am Rumiko Goddess of Chaos, Benevolent Dictator; The Bluemoon Dreamer....You know a nut case
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
Where do I come from? I could be a smartie an say the "Great State of Denial" but lets just agree that I like keeping my RL Life disconnected from my RP Life.
I survived Guildfall and have always loved this place even though I see a lot of good RP time eaten up in Discord drivel
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Eventually, it was the threat of someone walking in and impaling themselves that made Mandy get up from her computer and grab the broom so she could sweep the shattered cup up off the floor and as she did she thought of her own past and how she could have been Juliette.
She had run away from home, walked the streets done things of which she wasn't proud, run with losers and thugs but somehow she'd been able to remain untouched by the anger so many had buried inside.
Was she special? Mandy didn't think so; that would mean life was watched over by capricious Gods or Spirits and the Idea that it was more than mathematical probability depressing. Could she have tried to be more understanding, it took effort to try and be understanding and she hated having to expend her time needlessly.
No the Blue haired girl could learn as she had learned all on her own because in the end you only had yourself to depend on.
So she swept up the shattered cup and dumped it in the trash a forgotten memory of the person who had smashed it in microcosm.
When she sat back down she looked at the tattoos or Ta moko and thought of how they were both reflections of the inner person on display for those who cared to read them. She had no such identifiers on her body and it was more about her private security than an esoteric choice that she had none; the police used them to ID people. Hell the prisons and the Feds had a Biometric database of people's tattoos and used them as a method of ID like fingerprints and the bonus in gang tatts was they told the person's history if you knew what you were looking at.
Mandy had learned early from a former Elite military man turned bum and addict how it worked; she wasn't sure if he was right but he'd claimed that the FBI and other government agencies even planted camera's in know Gang Tattoo shops so they could add the newst art on subjects of interest.
"It isn't paranoia to always think they were watching because sometimes they were" she said softly to herself
She had run away from home, walked the streets done things of which she wasn't proud, run with losers and thugs but somehow she'd been able to remain untouched by the anger so many had buried inside.
Was she special? Mandy didn't think so; that would mean life was watched over by capricious Gods or Spirits and the Idea that it was more than mathematical probability depressing. Could she have tried to be more understanding, it took effort to try and be understanding and she hated having to expend her time needlessly.
No the Blue haired girl could learn as she had learned all on her own because in the end you only had yourself to depend on.
So she swept up the shattered cup and dumped it in the trash a forgotten memory of the person who had smashed it in microcosm.
When she sat back down she looked at the tattoos or Ta moko and thought of how they were both reflections of the inner person on display for those who cared to read them. She had no such identifiers on her body and it was more about her private security than an esoteric choice that she had none; the police used them to ID people. Hell the prisons and the Feds had a Biometric database of people's tattoos and used them as a method of ID like fingerprints and the bonus in gang tatts was they told the person's history if you knew what you were looking at.
Mandy had learned early from a former Elite military man turned bum and addict how it worked; she wasn't sure if he was right but he'd claimed that the FBI and other government agencies even planted camera's in know Gang Tattoo shops so they could add the newst art on subjects of interest.
"It isn't paranoia to always think they were watching because sometimes they were" she said softly to herself
Mandy watched as the Blue haired Juliet stomped over to the window and added to the place's artwork. Sure she could have tried to be understanding but smashing a cup and adding that she didn't seem to understand that any other place would have kicked her out at that point.
Did she think she would just walk in and begin doing whatever the hell she wanted; well that answer was obvious.
Sighing she returned to researching the Maori Ta moko and how it was done using chisels so that it not only tattooed the skin but in effect sculpted it so that each swirl and arc could be read with the fingertips.
She smiled at Amy thinking of the many others in her life she'd run into who displayed such anger in pointless gestures of violence. Sure the cup only cost her a dime at a yardsale and was something she could care less about if it had been taken but she had just finished sweeping the floor. Then there was the unwanted touch of her personal property, her laptop was her only way to explore the world at this point in her own life and something she defended even from those few she called friends; Walter and Amy were the only ones she allowed to touch it and the old man the one she worried the least about.
Annoyed with modern and predictable music she Mandy went Primal
Eivor was a good release of her my primitive nature even though she couldn't understand a word
Did she think she would just walk in and begin doing whatever the hell she wanted; well that answer was obvious.
Sighing she returned to researching the Maori Ta moko and how it was done using chisels so that it not only tattooed the skin but in effect sculpted it so that each swirl and arc could be read with the fingertips.
She smiled at Amy thinking of the many others in her life she'd run into who displayed such anger in pointless gestures of violence. Sure the cup only cost her a dime at a yardsale and was something she could care less about if it had been taken but she had just finished sweeping the floor. Then there was the unwanted touch of her personal property, her laptop was her only way to explore the world at this point in her own life and something she defended even from those few she called friends; Walter and Amy were the only ones she allowed to touch it and the old man the one she worried the least about.
Annoyed with modern and predictable music she Mandy went Primal
Eivor was a good release of her my primitive nature even though she couldn't understand a word
Sighing Mandy decides it isn't worth the effort to become someone she hates and pushes back her inner demoness
Julie I am not so easy to bait mainly because I don't care.
This craphole was left to me as the winner of the death lottery when my Grandparents died
I try to do as little as possible here except what amuses me and I hate when my amusement is interrupted.
I move the music selection around because I am easy to bore
I don't run a charity I in fact run this place on the smallest margin
Its why we don't do trendy or special
You're stuck asking me to rent you a box of a room with a shared bathroom and I'm stuck here till I sell the place
I can't leave till I have cash in hand but you can at my whim because this is my home
Make jokes about my selection, groan and claim your ears are bleeding but never touch my Laptop
Julie I am not so easy to bait mainly because I don't care.
This craphole was left to me as the winner of the death lottery when my Grandparents died
I try to do as little as possible here except what amuses me and I hate when my amusement is interrupted.
I move the music selection around because I am easy to bore
I don't run a charity I in fact run this place on the smallest margin
Its why we don't do trendy or special
You're stuck asking me to rent you a box of a room with a shared bathroom and I'm stuck here till I sell the place
I can't leave till I have cash in hand but you can at my whim because this is my home
Make jokes about my selection, groan and claim your ears are bleeding but never touch my Laptop
Many's left Eyebrow arcs as the offending person touches her sacred machine and she flicks the music off even though it it one she likes and pulls up
There are few rules here and one of them is that my Laptop is my laptop and only I finger her as for a job I don't have any openings, Walter is the only worker I have and he's not here right now because they're burying another of his friends.
If you need money the exotic dance club has openings all the time Her voice is calm but perhaps too calm would be a better description
There are few rules here and one of them is that my Laptop is my laptop and only I finger her as for a job I don't have any openings, Walter is the only worker I have and he's not here right now because they're burying another of his friends.
If you need money the exotic dance club has openings all the time Her voice is calm but perhaps too calm would be a better description
New Orleans and from the wrong side of the tracks.
Rooms are 300 a month up front no lease and no questions if I say you're out
Oh and While I don't care if you take the cup I do mind if you break them on the floor...brooms over there" Mandy does little to hide her annoyance at the new person as she touches the little present she learned to use from a Singapore Chinese sailor when she did some time as a ship's cook
Selects something to reflect her mood
Rooms are 300 a month up front no lease and no questions if I say you're out
Oh and While I don't care if you take the cup I do mind if you break them on the floor...brooms over there" Mandy does little to hide her annoyance at the new person as she touches the little present she learned to use from a Singapore Chinese sailor when she did some time as a ship's cook
Selects something to reflect her mood
Mandy looks at the Blue Hair and wonders if she is just a bitch or scared to be civil
The cup fitting her customer too well
as sort of buffer she flicks the music to something annoying
Followed by
The cup fitting her customer too well
as sort of buffer she flicks the music to something annoying
Followed by
Mandy looks up from her Laptop at the Blue haired and sighs
"We don't do Hipsters here, we might tolerate them if they keep it to themselves but none found here...it's 3.25 a cup free refills and no special blend jus Chock full of Nutz regular or decafe.
Creamers and sugar over there"
Saliva tries to claim his mistresses keyboard forcing Mandy to pick the ugly cat up and set him on the floor
"We don't do Hipsters here, we might tolerate them if they keep it to themselves but none found here...it's 3.25 a cup free refills and no special blend jus Chock full of Nutz regular or decafe.
Creamers and sugar over there"
Saliva tries to claim his mistresses keyboard forcing Mandy to pick the ugly cat up and set him on the floor
@Flightless_Soul
I am the only real Slacker here, other's are labeled as Slackers but I am Mandy Slacker so it's my thing
I don't judge, I don't censor, all I ask is that people don't bring the Cops (mods) down on my home
I am the only real Slacker here, other's are labeled as Slackers but I am Mandy Slacker so it's my thing
I don't judge, I don't censor, all I ask is that people don't bring the Cops (mods) down on my home
@Flightless_Soul
People are so used to needing approval its almost always me they wait to approve them but as long as things don't disturb my own little world why should I be forced to measure them to fit in?
People are so used to needing approval its almost always me they wait to approve them but as long as things don't disturb my own little world why should I be forced to measure them to fit in?
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