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Horrible pick-up lines

Let's hear em'! i want your absolute worse. I trust you will not disappoint, RPG.

@Altered Tundra

Ohhhh I got some horrible ones huehueh

"Hey, girl, does this rag smell like Chloriform to you?" *as she starts to faint* "Shhhh. Just let it happen."

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

I smirk as Bridget describes chocolate frogs. While I've never quite had a hatred of frogs (quite honestly, I would sometimes go catch them, just to let them go a few minutes later after I was satisfied taking in their odd, and arguably, ugly beauty), I could relate. They WERE rather slimy. It was sort of like trying to hold onto a giant slug--something we were getting ample practice with in Potions.

"Well then, how about after this lot is done and we get to make an escape, we go back? I have some studying to do anyway. And, I know a place we can study AND enjoy our sweets. That way Madam Pince won't come rattling down on our heads in the library about it. She can sniff those out from the other side of the castle, no matter how sneaky you are. I'm lucky I haven't been kicked out yet." I arch an eyebrow for a moment, wondering what place she could have found. "Well, I say with a smirk and a shake of my head, "You're not wrong. That, she definitely can. I've attempted to sneak chocolate into the library a time or two. Sometimes I've wondered if she has some sort of chocolate-detecting charm surrounding the place..." My voice trails off as I rub my chin contemplatively. It wasn't the first time I suspected such a charm. Perhaps I should attempt a detection spell of some sort one of these days...

"ANYWAY," I say, shaking my head to bring myself back to reality, "Sounds good to me. Maybe you can help me with a few things myself. I'm up for it!" I watch as Bridget all but throws 2 Galleons at the wizard behind the register. I almost laugh at his saucer sized eyes before he nods approvingly, slipping the money away. Stepping outside, I shiver slightly. How was the air so damn cold already? It seemed to have dropped at least 10 degrees since we were inside the shop. I watch in amusement for a moment as Bridget attempts to don her hat and gloves while holding her bags. Just as I'm about to volunteer to help her, she all but thrusts them into my arms.

"Mind holding this? I didn't think to get these out before we came outside. Just want to put them on for the walk back to the castle." I nod, trying to hide the amusement in my eyes and keeping my face smile free. "Yeah sure. Understandable, it sure got cold out all of a sudden." I gaze at the overcast sky, but my mind is turning back to my dream, back to my...studies. I blink the memory of the dreams away--but I know they will return. They always do.

Walking dead: Survival of the Fitest

Keeping an eye on this one.

Lucky Number Seven (A Hunger Games RP)

C'mon people, you KNOW you want to join us ;)

*bump*

The best haircuts are taken.

Bald. Just go bald.

Cara's Originally Titled OoC Hangout Thread ♥ (Still)

@Michellin

Hiiii! To be fair, I did give warning I was leaving for awhile xD

LoneSilverWolf's Den of Characters

Name: My name is Alexander (Alex) Navarro White.
Age: I’m 16, my 6th year at Hogwarts. Why are you asking me all of these questions?
House: In my first year, I was sorted into Ravenclaw. I was damn near sure I’d be put into Slytherin. I’d have killed myself, just sayin.
Wand Type/length: My wand is a rigid Cypress, with a Doxywing and Dragon Heartstring core. It’s 10 and a half inches. And I love it.

Wand:

Wand

Image:

Alex

Bio: First off, I’m a Mudblood. And proud of it. So if you’ve anything to say, maybe I can give you a taste of Dark magic. Grew up with a wonderful family, a loving mother, a kind (albeit ignorant at times) father who knew as much about magic as I do about space travel and astrophysics. Which is to say absolutely nothing. I also had two sisters and a brother…

I’ll get back to that. To understand what happened, the *why* behind it, you need to know how I grew up. Which was in a muggle town. My mother thought it’d be good for me to live among muggles so I can better appreciate the magic that a lot of wizards and witches take for granted every day, So I was raised in a muggle community.

Problem is, I didn’t fit in. I always felt ostracised from everyone. I was different. I could do things nobody else could. I couldn’t tell anyone either. I just didn’t belong. I never had any friends. Maybe an associate or two, but that’s about it. I never let anyone close, because I didn’t feel I belonged.

I was ecstatic when I got the letter from Hogwarts. FINALLY, I’d get to be with people just like me. And I loved it. My first year went fantastically. I ended up sorted into Ravenclaw (thank Merlin), and started making friends. People who could understand me. That first year when I was 11 years old was probably the happiest of my life. Because my life went to shit in the second year.

My second year is when I lost everything. I still don’t even know how it happened...I can’t...Do you realize how hard this is for me, to be telling this story? Somehow...the muggles discovered that my mother was a witch, that I a wizard. They feared us. Called us spawns of Satan. Called us Demonic. Said we were dangerous. They tried to get us to leave, but my parents refused. It’d cost them everything. One night, there was a fire. Arson. I’m not sure exactly how it was started, but I didn’t wake up until the flames were so high I thought I was going to be engulfed in fires as hot and hellish as the afterlife I wish upon those who did this.

I was lucky. I remembered a couple of charms we were taught in my first year, and was able to keep the flames at bay just long enough to get out. I knew my parents, my sisters, my brother would be safe. They were all magical, right? Well, except Dad but…

They never made it out. I don’t understand how or why. They should have survived. Did they just not wake up? Were they drugged somehow? I don’t know. I can’t understand, to this day, how my entire family was burned to death in a fire they should have been able to easily thwart. My mother had been in Ravenclaw herself. Very smart, very good with magic. How did a pissed off judgemental muggle kill her by simply setting our house on fire? I guess I’ll never know.

But I lost everything. Everyone I cared about and loved, gone. I ended up throwing myself into my studies at Hogwarts. Especially Defense against the Dark Arts. And I won’t lie, the Dark Arts themselves are appealing to me. Why should we not learn the arts of our enemy? But that is a discussion for another day and preferably NOT with the headmaster.

The friends i’d been making the first year...I pushed them away. All of them. I thought I just needed space, but in the end I realized..I was afraid they would die somehow too. My family, the only people I loved were ripped away from me. I wasn’t going to let anyone get that close again. Instead I would choose to bury myself in books, focus on learning, become the epitome of the “wise Ravenclaw.” Did I succeed? I don’t know. I do know that nobody has any idea I’ve been sneaking books out of the restricted section. I do know that I know more about the Dark Arts than probably even most of the instructors. Except Albus Dumbledore of course. I don’t think anyone could understand the Dark Arts more than him, except possibly He Who Must not be Named. Even so, I’m thinking I might know more than even he does.

It’s not that I want to use the Dark Arts for evil. I mean, not entirely. I want to understand them, to know how to fight fire with fire. We are too merciful to Death Eaters and Dark Lords. We should use their own tactics against them. Fight evil with their own madness and make them FEAR just as much as they make everyone else fear. THAT is how you hurt them. Why should WE be the only ones afraid of a cruciatus curse or the killing curse? One day I will help stomp every Death Eater into the ground, and ya know what? I’ll show no mercy. People like that deserve neither mercy nor forgiveness.

I’m in my 6th year now. War is brewing. Darkness is in the air. And if it calls for more darkness to destroy it, then so be it. Let it rain darkness until the light can shine again.

LoneSilverWolf's Den of Characters

name: Nixie* Rellia
Age: 12
Height: 4’ 10”
Weight: 77
Eye Color: Bright green
Hair Color: shoulder length, Auburn/red
District: 3
District Job: N/A
District Token: Her district is an old computer chip hanging from a chain. It was a fun little toy her father gave her to wear--the components on the chip from her initials N.A.R (her middle initial stands for Alana).
How character name is related to district: Nixie is named after a type of light bulb known as a Nixie Tube.
Physical Description: Long, blazing, shoulder length red hair, bright green eyes, very pale complexion. She usually wears brown slacks and a plain white blouse. She is short, even for her age, and quite thin, as her family has a hard time affording food. What she lacks in muscle, she makes up for in ingenuity.
Character Portrait:

Nixie

How Many times your name is in the Hunger Games: 3
Volunteer or “naturally” reaped?: Naturally reaped. What can I say, she has really bad luck!
5 positive personality traits: (note that since she is suffering from deep depression, her positive traits don’t show as often as they used to).
- Good sense of humor (on the rare occasion she expresses it)
- Very kind, caring of others
- Selfless--she puts others’ needs over her own
- “Innocent”
- Easy to get along with
5 negative personality traits:
- Withdrawn
- Depressed
- Perhaps cares -too much- about other people
- easily intimidated by those who are more domineering
- Tends to be somewhat anti-social

History: Nixie's parents had absolutely nothing to do with the uprising or the rebels. In fact, despite the tyranny of the Capitol, her family were upstanding citizens who never dared speak out against the capital at all. Her father, an engineer who worked largely with the Capitol's computer systems for their hovercraft, was electrocuted to death 3 years before, working on one of their Force-Field generators. Her mother is just a simple technician, and barely makes enough money to squeak by--and that's skipping meals for sometimes days at a time.

Nixie used to be a very outgoing girl, despite her hardships--that is, until her father died. She became very withdrawn after that, to the point of curling up in bed and refusing to eat. Twice her mother had to take Nixie to the local healer for treatment. Though she is a little better now, she still spends most of her time in a deep, dark depression. During the reaping, while her mother was sick with worry, Nixie herself accepted her name being drawn just as she's accepted most everything for the last three years: with complete indifference.

Though Nixie is only 12, she is something of a genius. She already knows a great deal about electronics and just seems to "get" how things work. She genuinely used to love working on various components, and making brand new things out of junk parts. However, this side of her as almost ceased to exist with the death of her father. The real question is, can she make use of her brilliance, or will the depths of her depression lead to her death in the arena?

Weapon specialty: None (yet)
Skill speciality: Computer science, Electronics (installation and maintenance), Improvisation with electric devices. Due to her stature, she is quite agile.
Threat Level: To Be Determined
Relationships: She was once very close to her mother, but ever since her father’s death she has pretty much stopped caring about life in general. She loves her mother, but has pushed away, withdrawing somewhere inside herself.

Name: Farro Amaranth
Age: 16
Height: 5’ 8”
Weight: 152
Eye Color: Grey
Hair Color: Short, Black, mussy
Physical description: Though short, Farro has a good bit of muscle, despite the fact that he is slowly starving in District 9. Typically wears worn faded jeans and a stained, torn, brown T-shirt that has clearly seen better days.
Character portrait:

Farrow

District: 9
District Job: Plows the fields for harvest
District Token: A locket that has a picture of Kasha and him together on one side, and a picture of Quinoa and him together on the other side. It is engraved “to my big brother; may the stars watch over you, as you have watched over me.”
How character name is related to district: Farrow is named entirely after a type of grain. Two types, really as is last name stems from yet *another* type of grain.
How Many times your name is in the Hunger Games: 25
Volunteer or “naturally” reaped?: Volunteered for his best friends brother
5 positive personality traits:
- Strong sense of honor and loyalty, especially to friends and family
- Generally cares about the wellbeing of others
- Outgoing personality
- creative
- daring
5 negative personality traits:
- VERY much a smartass (his mouth often gets him into scraps)
- Tends to speak his mind (it’s a wonder he hasn’t been executed yet)
- A prankster (think Fred and George from Harry Potter)
- Though not quick to anger, when he does it is explosive
- Tends to act on impulse, rather than planning things out
Weapon specialty: Being from a farming district, he is very skilled using scythe’s and sickles. He also has excellent hand-eye coordination.
Skill speciality: Farming; Farro knows how to grow food, how to harvest. Gardening, making things grow, is his specialty. He also has superb hand-eye coordination.
Threat Level: To Be Determined
Relationships: Very close to his parents, and his two brothers and sister. He also has a best friend, Quinoa Oryz.
Bio: When Farro was nine years old, he watched the very first Hunger Games. Mandatory viewing for everyone in the districts. A young woman from district 4, Coral, was the very first victor. But it was the man from his very own district that had impressed him most. A rebel, a freedom fighter--forced to fight in the Games. It was better than execution, because he stood a chance of survival. He almost made it too, but Coral would prove too much for him. Harrow Eldridge, male tribute from District 9. Fell in love, and was betrayed (in a manner of speaking) by his fellow tribute, Anastasia. The heartache may have, in the end, been what caused him to fail in that last battle. Harrow’s fierce loyalty, undying love for Anastasia, and strong heart resonated with Farro. He would come to idolize the fallen tribute, seeing him symbolically. Maybe because Farri could strongly identify with the man,

Farro himself is close to his mother and 3 siblings--two brothers and one sister. He would do anything for them, and that includes taking Tesserae every year since he was 12. He didn’t want his siblings to have to take Tesserae, and made damn sure they didn’t have to. Though he loves his entire family, he has special love for his younger sister, 14 year old Kasha. The two can always be seen together when Farro isn’t out plowing the fields, usually tagging along with his best friend Quinoa (who, Farro suspects, has a thing for Kasha).

Farro would end up volunteering as tribute, when Quinoa’s brother, Kani, was actually reaped as the district 9 male. As soon as Kani’s name was called, Farro knew that Quinoa would volunteer. But he couldn’t let that happen. He wants Kasha to be happy. He wants his best friend to be happy. Loyal to the end--that’s his ideal. Knowing that Kasha and Quinoa really do care a lot for each other, Farro stepped up, volunteering before Quinoa had a chance.

But Farro has no intention of dying in the arena. He loves his family enough to try to come back to them; even if it means getting his hands dirty. After all, Harrow was willing to take lives--so why shouldn’t he. Especially if it means his family gets to see him again.

The Sting of a Double Edged Blade (A Harry Potter RP)

“You sure you have enough there? You know you could have used a second bag instead of that one not being able to close, right? Might help the frogs to not knock the boxes of beans out of the bag,” I raise an eyebrow as a package of jelly beans gets thrown to the floor, and have to stifle a laugh. “Well, yeah, you’re probably right. But then again, this is slightly more fun, isn’t it? It never ceases to amaze me just how much trouble these frogs get into before they are eaten.” At her offer to go outside and wait for her, I was immediately dismissive. I wouldn’t leave her to wait alone and bored in such a long line. I sure as hell wouldn’t want to. Besides, she was quite interesting, and to be honest...well, she was good company. At least as good company as she was at dueling.

As we waited, I sort of expected her to be silent--and she managed to surprise me; not in a bad way either. “So, Alex, did you have anything you came into Hogsmeade for besides just getting out? I was going to head back to the school after this, but if you needed to go anywhere, I wouldn’t mind going…” I had to think about that one for a moment. Honestly, I really only came to try and get my mind off that dream…

“Um. Well, actually I didn’t really have a reason to be here,” I say, shrugging my shoulders.

“If you wanted to head back, and just enjoy some of our goods here, I’d be up for it.” I leave off the fact that I don’t really ever have anything to do on off days anyway. I do find myself hoping that she won’t want to just go off on her own when we get back, however. It’d been a long time since I really cared to have friends, or to be around anyone….but there was something about Bridget that I couldn’t quite explain…