they're funny for a while but after the fifth or so they're kinda annoying.
Not that i'm speaking from experience or anything.
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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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Funny how little phrases like that bring back memories, huh, Timashe?
On wednesday, Mariko received a small package in the mail. It was delivered by hand, to her one-room dorm apartment she'd owned since last year by a student council member, a bulky third-year with arms like pythons and legs like spaghetti, star of the wheelchair basketball team. She thanked him, and opened the package in the doorway just so he could confirm she hadn't begun a drug smuggling operation in the school yet. She'd tried a joke, and he'd grimaced. The package contained a bunch of papers and a small whiteish piece of plastic designed to be fitted into one ear. Good thing, too, because Mariko had lost her last hearing aid somewhere in Yamaku's leafy grounds.
On friday, during science class with that old geezer who dressed like that alien on the late-night channels on tv, students were expected to split into groups. Mariko glanced at the board and sighed. She recognised those names from last year. Not very well, she'd never exactly been close to either of them, and there was the problem. It was so dang hard to carry on a conversation with either of them. The american girl, Coral, refused to act outside of her rei ayanami impersonation without some kind of puppet on hand, and Yamauchi was worse, with his beady little eyes and uncanny valley mannerisms. It didn't help that he was practically the only student outside of one of the third-years who was taller then her. Bluh.
Couldn't be helped. At least they weren't people who would actively try to slow down the science project. or just sit and natter about their personal lives while she was trying to work. Mariko scanned the unfamilliar classroom, looking for either of them in the ensuing chaos of chairs and tables being shuffled more thouroughly then a bad medium's tarot cards.
The sound of heavy wooden floor scraping against metal table legs was an annoying one, and Mariko hunched down somewhat and concentrated on the assignment at hand. Apparantly the assignment was -SCRAPE- ical, so as to -CLONK- the nature of -CREAK- dissolved in a solution of -CRRRR- by boiling it with a -SCRAPE- and determining the precise -BONK-ature of the solution. Mainly theoretical stuff, She glanced up. Her own table was alone. She righted herself and picked the thing up " see, that wasn't so hard and the excess effort doesn't turn into sound! Picking things up, the saviour of noise pollution everywhere." and moved over to her two aquaintances, who as luck would have it, were already together.
On friday, during science class with that old geezer who dressed like that alien on the late-night channels on tv, students were expected to split into groups. Mariko glanced at the board and sighed. She recognised those names from last year. Not very well, she'd never exactly been close to either of them, and there was the problem. It was so dang hard to carry on a conversation with either of them. The american girl, Coral, refused to act outside of her rei ayanami impersonation without some kind of puppet on hand, and Yamauchi was worse, with his beady little eyes and uncanny valley mannerisms. It didn't help that he was practically the only student outside of one of the third-years who was taller then her. Bluh.
Couldn't be helped. At least they weren't people who would actively try to slow down the science project. or just sit and natter about their personal lives while she was trying to work. Mariko scanned the unfamilliar classroom, looking for either of them in the ensuing chaos of chairs and tables being shuffled more thouroughly then a bad medium's tarot cards.
The sound of heavy wooden floor scraping against metal table legs was an annoying one, and Mariko hunched down somewhat and concentrated on the assignment at hand. Apparantly the assignment was -SCRAPE- ical, so as to -CLONK- the nature of -CREAK- dissolved in a solution of -CRRRR- by boiling it with a -SCRAPE- and determining the precise -BONK-ature of the solution. Mainly theoretical stuff, She glanced up. Her own table was alone. She righted herself and picked the thing up " see, that wasn't so hard and the excess effort doesn't turn into sound! Picking things up, the saviour of noise pollution everywhere." and moved over to her two aquaintances, who as luck would have it, were already together.
Mariko's eyes widenend as she saw her friend pull down her socks. Her knes were thicker then her leg showed, and once she pulled the sock down, Μariko could see why. They were braced, like a plastic bandage, and wha they were bracing her against was ...her. Or it wasn't exactly. Marko squinted. Everything lower then her thigh seemed to be plastic, or metal, or some substance that was decidely not human flesh. Mariko resisted the urge to grab it, and leaned down to have a closer look. Not that she learnt that much else from being so close to it. It smelled like a new toy, fresh out of the box that Maori–chan seemed pleased to show off.
The Doctor told me they were made with some kind of printer, they even took a mold of my legs so it would fit perfectly."
"Well, it's amazing what they can do with medicine these da– Hang on a minute, a printer? How did a pair of legs come out of a printer? Wouldn't they get all inky?"
The Doctor told me they were made with some kind of printer, they even took a mold of my legs so it would fit perfectly."
"Well, it's amazing what they can do with medicine these da– Hang on a minute, a printer? How did a pair of legs come out of a printer? Wouldn't they get all inky?"
Don't say that word. Saying that word puts the idea in people's heads.
I'm still just waiting on Latino.
I'm going to be somewhat restricted from making decent-length posts this week (circumstances outside my control, i'l try to post once a day if possible, yada yada), but would anyone mind if i made a third-year character in say, a weeks time?
As of right now, everyone on this page was online, except HexaFlexagon.
If you're being so stupid as to use Ultron in Compatibility mode, of course you're going to mess up the Django like that!
"When you put your hand out, I thought you might be blind because blind people can't see and I thought you wanted to feel my face so you could learn what I look like." Mariko couldn't help snorting at that, and tried to cover it as a cough. That was, actually, pretty funny. She listened on to the rest of her new... Friend, she guessed? Yeah, her new friend's response. "As to why I'm here, my mom told me that this was a place where I could get the medical attention I needed while still having a normal education. I'm not used to living in the countryside though,"
"Eh, you get used to the country, after a while."
"-but this school seems nice and I can get lots of good pictures of landscapes here."
Mariko glanced down at the camera box her companion had left on the table while she ate. It was slim for it's size, and looked sleek, black and expensive. It probably had better vision then she did. Not that that was saying much, she mentally corrected herself. So her eyesight wasn't bad, definitely. Was it a growth disorder? Would she stay chibi-sized her whole life, forever jumping to reach the top of shelves? It was a possibility, if a little unrealistic. They usually had some shoddy proportions, if she remembered correctly. And she had enough finger control to manipulate the buttons that machine had as well as chopsticks, so it definitely wasn't something with motor control. Something with the trunk, or the legs? Had she been in hospital recently? Mariko couldn't say. It was time for her to speak, so she began.
"The view is something to look out for, i'll grant you that. And there's a lovely view from the rooftop, if you can get in there. As your senior i'm obliged to say that you definitely musn't try to get around that padlock." She winked, in a manner that she hoped was conspiratorial.
"Eh, you get used to the country, after a while."
"-but this school seems nice and I can get lots of good pictures of landscapes here."
Mariko glanced down at the camera box her companion had left on the table while she ate. It was slim for it's size, and looked sleek, black and expensive. It probably had better vision then she did. Not that that was saying much, she mentally corrected herself. So her eyesight wasn't bad, definitely. Was it a growth disorder? Would she stay chibi-sized her whole life, forever jumping to reach the top of shelves? It was a possibility, if a little unrealistic. They usually had some shoddy proportions, if she remembered correctly. And she had enough finger control to manipulate the buttons that machine had as well as chopsticks, so it definitely wasn't something with motor control. Something with the trunk, or the legs? Had she been in hospital recently? Mariko couldn't say. It was time for her to speak, so she began.
"The view is something to look out for, i'll grant you that. And there's a lovely view from the rooftop, if you can get in there. As your senior i'm obliged to say that you definitely musn't try to get around that padlock." She winked, in a manner that she hoped was conspiratorial.
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