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4 mos ago
Current It's Good Friday everyone, or as the Romans on Golgotha say, "It's hammer time!"
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4 mos ago
I just love having a job where the general population treats me like a used napkin.
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4 mos ago
"Hey. You. You're finally awake. You were trying to cross the border, right?"
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4 mos ago
As a holy paladin, I can't say for certain PrinceAlexus is going to be smighted, but don't be surprised if you find him with a mace in his face.
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<Snipped quote by Rusalka> Hey! What about Les Miserables? That musical was very sad and had somewhat badass characters! x3
I actually enjoyed that one and need to watch it again. ^.^ "Fine fine! You wanna do a stupid musical, do Sweeney Todd. At least that one's got throat slitting and cannibalism in it." <.<
<Snipped quote by Rusalka> Hey, musicals are good too! xD
"Yeah if they're like Repo or The Wall." <.< That last one wasn't even metal. O.o "It's still badass!" <.< And those are rock operas, different from musicals idiot. <.<
<Snipped quote by Rusalka> Oh dear god, please help us.... O____O At least glee club can do an genre! A metal club just does metal! x3
"That's all it needs! METAL 4 LIFE!" \m/>_<\m/ Given, there's only two metalheads in the school, Dex and Zac...that's kind of a small militia if you ask me. <.<
I'll probably post today! Just need to figure out who the hell is free to interact or if I should just let people come to me! xP Also, there should be a glee club! x3 If need be, I shall make Jinx and Angel the presidents of it! :D
"More like a GAG club." <.< You do that and Evelyn will start a metal club- "It ain't no fucking bitch club! Metalheads are a family \m/ And I wouldn't call it the Metal Club, because we're the Metal Militia! \m/ We'll stomp all over those pop-loving sheep and rule the school with trve kvlt mvsic!" "Allow me to get more aspirin first." <.< ~"The same."~ <.<
Tarja turned to the Nord next to her hearing him speak, a pinch of a wolfish gleam in her frosted eyes glancing toward him. He was wolfblood alright, but then so was she a creature of the moon, a newborn child of the Stag Prince. "Trust me. It isn't difficult pinpointing the mighty warriors of Jorrvaskr." Tarja replied with a small chuckle, the young barmaid having brought her another tankard of ale, mainly out of good faith though Tarja paid her a few septims in return. she took a drink, sighing gruffly and setting the iron tankard aside before resuming. "Tarja." She introduced herself with a curt nod. "And like you, I too am far from home, far from the steep hills and stones of The Reach. So Companion, what brings you towards these gods-forsaken lands of snow and peril? The only damnable reason one would travel to Winterhold is just for their esteemed College of mages....or to join those gods-damned Stormcloaks." Just mentioning their name, it left a bitter bite upon her tongue, and not that of the ale she swallowed down her gullet. Yet how strange the woman wasn't much for speaking, yet here she be carrying on a conversation with the brutish Nord beside her. Then again, she did feel at ease sensing the essence of wolf-blood within him.
Morning everyone! <Snipped quote by NarayanK> I do live in California and I hate In-N-Out. I'm mean their milkshakes and fries are good. But their burgers are weird. I also don't talk like a valley girl, or wear tiny shorts and bikini tops, or pretty much anything in that Katy Perry song.... Edit: Holy shit, I just read Hana's last post. I think he's the character I hate most now. You don't just destroy school property and cost them tons of money because you don't like somebody. Jeez. Money on new paint, a new desk, to get the floor cleaned, all the supplies to get it cleaned. The kid's gone way too far this time. Forgot being expelled, that's major vandalism, he's lucky if he isn't sent to juvenile hall.
Matthias shall go medieval on his punk ass when he gets back againnotinthatwayNK! And I regret yet I am sooooooo glad I live in Texas, because they know how to make the BEST DAMN BURGERS here in the Fuck You Lone Star State. Seriously hit up this cafe called Deliah's in Waxahache, get you a double burger with bacon, avocados, jalapenos and monterrey jack with a fried egg...FUCKING AWESOME!! And dammit now I'm hungry again.
It must be quite intimidating, a, tall, rather muscular wild woman staring at you, her face covered in thick smears of war paint and her attire consisting of nothing but fur and hides, gazing at you with eyes hardened by years of strife, yet that is what the girl had gotten once she stepped into the Frozen Hearth and garnered the Forsworn's attention towards the small, resounding creak of the wood and the slight chilly gust that followed it and raised a few hairs on the back of her neck. Tarja's eyes moved from the Nord at her side towards the sound of footsteps, light footsteps indicating the person in question was a youth, of fifteen or sixteen winters maybe. The girl, she looked familiar to Tarja. Where had she last seen her, this spry youth? Was she the daughter of a Jarl? Perhaps someone she had crossed paths with in her time? It was oddly perplexing to her as she eyed the girl clad in the purest shades of white, albeit a bit smeared by dirt and rubbish. Must have traveled a long way, as Tarja could tell by her fatigued and sluggish demeanor. Here was someone in need of a good meal, a good drink, and a good bed indeed. Still, where has she seen this girl before? Her eyes skimmed about the tavern, noting her surroundings and those who occupied the space. Just the typical rabble, Nords, Nords, and more Nords, some of them definitely men of Ulfric, still gathered around their tables clanking tankards, the large stone fireplace crackling with undulating flames of a calming heat and a pleasant orange glow, all while a traveling bard sang of a past hero and their many endeavors, her dainty fingers gently plucking at her lute, and the haggard drunks gulped their belly’s fill of mead chortling heartily and laughing at many a drunken jest passed back and forth. There were others who occupied the tavern, a burly orc and his chattering Breton companion, a surprise he hasn't buried an axe in that bastard's head just to shut him up, and yet another male Nord clad in armor, this one speaking to one of those strange lizard-folk from Black Marsh, Argonians they were called. Tarja had only encountered a few, and of those few...she was weary of their reputation after a while.
Morning for me, and I just got done eatin some guuud food =u= Also I'm thinking of making yet another character, but three is already hard to handle @.@
What just happened here... All I just asked is for a roll all XD
NK happened. That's what -_- And I'm back and full of yummy pancakes and bacon ^.^ just in time for second breakfast.
*laments with grief at Desty's tragic loss* Those monsters...they will pay! *becomes an agent of vengeance and throws NK and Unfortunately out a window on fire and wrapped in barbed wire*
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