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I've just written the worst post i've ever made in an Rp, and i don't know how i could have made it better.
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Give us the doctor.
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Have you tried switching to Google Ultron, L? It's the browser NASA uses, it's kinda heavy-duty but it works marvels.
I'm still around, waiting for latino to post.
i might've jinxed it though, by drawing attention to that run of posts we had recently.
i might've jinxed it though, by drawing attention to that run of posts we had recently.
Yaaaaaay!
Everyone put on your best .gifs, we're having a party!
Everyone put on your best .gifs, we're having a party!
"Well, except in some special circumstances that is the truth," Mariko responded, pleased that this avenue of conversation hadn't been shut off. "But there are some students who wish to get a job as, say, a speaker for the deaf, or a physical therapist. But you don't seem to have thought of that, which means that you yourself must have some manner of incapabillity..." Mariko blinked, having just realised she had been thinking aloud, and went on. "i'm just curious because you immediately assumed i was blind, and i thought you might've been one of those, mmm, what's the word... Y'know, somebody who keeps trying to help people even though people don't need it.. Is there a word for that?"
Mariko turned back to her meal, since the awkward conversation seemed to have drawn to a close. For some reason, she couldn't shake the feeling that she'd offended the maori girl somehow. This wasn't an comfortable feeling to have, especially when you were trying to eat a curry. it gave the yellow basmati rice a bitter taste, and made the unrecognisable lumps of animal flesh that much less paletable. She finished the plate and washed it all down with orange-tasting gunk. it wasn't like it was bad or anything. Somebody had taken the trouble to add sliced courgette disks, which was a nice unorthodox touch.
She laid her chopsticks down, and wiped away some of the yellowish face-stains with her hands, before turning to her lunch conpanion, who was still halfway through her miso. "So, erm, Kaori-chan, i think we might've gotten off on the wrong foot. What brings you over to this corner of the earth?"
She laid her chopsticks down, and wiped away some of the yellowish face-stains with her hands, before turning to her lunch conpanion, who was still halfway through her miso. "So, erm, Kaori-chan, i think we might've gotten off on the wrong foot. What brings you over to this corner of the earth?"
"Why did you want to touch my face then?" The maori gasped. Seems like Mariko wasn't the only person here who was incredibly disturbed and confused about this whole strange situation, then.
"What? You grabbed my hand and scratched your nose with it! How is this my fault?" She yelled, slightly too loudly. "Sorry, sorry..." She grabbed her orange brew and took a sip of it, wincing a touch as it hit her tongue. The taste didn't get any worse over time, and the sickly warmth of the heated water only made it worse. But it was better then the alternative, really.
"And if the depths of your depravity is forcing people to touch your face, well... That's wierd, but not particularly pervy..." Dammit, she had something for this, something funny.
"What? You grabbed my hand and scratched your nose with it! How is this my fault?" She yelled, slightly too loudly. "Sorry, sorry..." She grabbed her orange brew and took a sip of it, wincing a touch as it hit her tongue. The taste didn't get any worse over time, and the sickly warmth of the heated water only made it worse. But it was better then the alternative, really.
"And if the depths of your depravity is forcing people to touch your face, well... That's wierd, but not particularly pervy..." Dammit, she had something for this, something funny.
No. I like it.
This is what i want
This is what i want
Probably by that time, given the breakneck speed this RP has been going at, we'll all be settled down and happily married by then, so don't sweat it too much.
"Matsushita-Senpai you seem really well coordinated!" The wierdo girl exclaimed, all too loudly. Mariko flinched. " It's amazing how well you've adapted to blindness."
Mariko raised an eyebrow. Blind? She wasn't blind, yet. She could still see. Even if she had the organic equivalent of dead pixels clouding her vision. Or that her brain had essentially squeezing her eyeballs since before she was born, causing them both to deform like balloons under pressure. She could see. Not well, admittedly, but she could see. She'd spent months is surgery to attest to the fact. So what gives? Had she dropped something? Ignored something? Failed to shove her face properly? Did blind people touch faces? It could be possible, she reasoned. Especially someone like Tomo from class who was completely batty, it might be a thing. Had that been the reason? This girl wanted her to feel her face?
"I ain't blind." She stuttered. "I can, uh, see. Not well, I'll admit, but i can see you. " She took a sip of vitamin water. "And this swill, too, And the table, and stuff. See it. With my eyes. That work. Why did you think i couldn't?"
Mariko raised an eyebrow. Blind? She wasn't blind, yet. She could still see. Even if she had the organic equivalent of dead pixels clouding her vision. Or that her brain had essentially squeezing her eyeballs since before she was born, causing them both to deform like balloons under pressure. She could see. Not well, admittedly, but she could see. She'd spent months is surgery to attest to the fact. So what gives? Had she dropped something? Ignored something? Failed to shove her face properly? Did blind people touch faces? It could be possible, she reasoned. Especially someone like Tomo from class who was completely batty, it might be a thing. Had that been the reason? This girl wanted her to feel her face?
"I ain't blind." She stuttered. "I can, uh, see. Not well, I'll admit, but i can see you. " She took a sip of vitamin water. "And this swill, too, And the table, and stuff. See it. With my eyes. That work. Why did you think i couldn't?"
Mariko suddenly found herself awkwardly touching the girl's face. Was this some cultural exchange? Did she want to see her fingerprints, or smell the type of ink she'd been using during class? Was this some kind of ironic facepalm-type thing, that she shouldn't have been so upfront about this entire conversation? Stupid, stupid, stupid, she'd been far too quick and easy, using the -chan honorific like she knew this palm-sniffing little she-demo- What was she saying?
"This is me Matsushita-Senpai. Mori Kaori."
How was that relevant? she thought. Was it a pun? Some relevant play on words? Your name has pine trees in, here i am being prickly? A referance? Something she'd have missed if she wasn't camped in front of the television day in, day out, looking desperately for the next new thing pop-culture would shove into your face, quite literally in Miss Mori's case? Mori? Was that it? It was italian, or something? Was this something the italians did? Had she misheard? Was she, in fact, one of the original natives to the islands of New Zealand, famous for their brutality? A Maori? Was this a Maori greeting custom? Mariko wrenched her hand away and brought it close to her chest, cupping it like a wounded bird. She blinked, took in a few deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down. She never could handle social situations well, and even though she liked to think that she could handle the strange or paranormal, had nothing prepared to anything remotely close to this level of sheer rainbow-patterned elephantine awkwarness. Mariko swiveled around to her food, and picked up her bottle of tablets, offhandedly. Her right hand was still curled up under her collarbone, scared to come out. She dropped a pill into her cup of water, which fizzed and gurgled and slowly turned the water into orange-coloured scum.
"This is me Matsushita-Senpai. Mori Kaori."
How was that relevant? she thought. Was it a pun? Some relevant play on words? Your name has pine trees in, here i am being prickly? A referance? Something she'd have missed if she wasn't camped in front of the television day in, day out, looking desperately for the next new thing pop-culture would shove into your face, quite literally in Miss Mori's case? Mori? Was that it? It was italian, or something? Was this something the italians did? Had she misheard? Was she, in fact, one of the original natives to the islands of New Zealand, famous for their brutality? A Maori? Was this a Maori greeting custom? Mariko wrenched her hand away and brought it close to her chest, cupping it like a wounded bird. She blinked, took in a few deep breaths, and tried to calm herself down. She never could handle social situations well, and even though she liked to think that she could handle the strange or paranormal, had nothing prepared to anything remotely close to this level of sheer rainbow-patterned elephantine awkwarness. Mariko swiveled around to her food, and picked up her bottle of tablets, offhandedly. Her right hand was still curled up under her collarbone, scared to come out. She dropped a pill into her cup of water, which fizzed and gurgled and slowly turned the water into orange-coloured scum.
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