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9 yrs ago
Current 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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10 yrs ago
Give us the doctor.
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Ah, thank you. For a moment i thought there was a referance i wasn't getting in Ueda's post.
I have never been able to join a film noir RP.
Who are you talking about?
Mariko smiled, her eyes pointedly fixed on sky. A skilled observer of faces would've noticed a waxy, glassy quality to the smile. It had waaay too many teeth pressed too tightly together to even qualify as a smile. Mariko was a bad actor at the best of times. She sidled away from the window and out of it's view. Once out of the way, she dived for her desk. There wasn't anything suitable Not even the mop with the stupidly long handle she kept behind the door would reach that far, and she, Mariko, couldn't aim for peanuts. She grabbed what she was looking for: A rubber band. Perfect. She wrapped it around a few of her fingers, and grabbed a new piece of paper and folded it sloppily and haphazardly into a thick rectangle shape, a hornet. The schoolgirl's friend. She made three more, in case she missed with the first few. And fashioned a crude cone out of yet another sheets of paper, as a megaphone.

Mariko peeked over the window and stared at her target, a short hunched figure in the trees. He was squatting on a branch, hands disgustingly near his crotch. She loaded the makeshift catapult, and fired. It sailed clean over the pervert's head by a good few metres. Not a problem. That was why she'd made spares. The second got caught in a crossbreeze and passed to the right, but the third struck the boy. The distance made it to far to see precisely where, but she shot another one in the same direction to be safe. Then she grabbed the makeshift megaphone, and yelled.

"Would the sick Hentai fuck please stop peeping through the girls windows!?"
Lennon, you're British, aren't you?
It was meant to be an emu playing Fire Emblem, but whatevs, it's not important
The sunlight was receding and hiding like an awkward teenager at a beauty pageant, and Mariko was starting to shiver in the sudden mild coolness. It wasn't like she was sensitive or anything. Her immune system was better then most. It had been the one thing keeping her together when she was nothing but STEM cells soup floating in afterbirth. Mariko blinked, and reached a hand up to her eye. A lash had detached itself and was perilously close to sticking itself in her eye. She wiped it away, before wiping it off on her skirt. Seems like the day was nearly over. Even though the sun was still pretty high in the sky, Mariko's day lay open and untouched like an empty box. Time to fill it up. She pushed past the doorway, up the stairs and into her room. Her sanctuary. Kept always just a little warmer then outside, so going in always felt like a warm hug from a room. It felt alive. Perhaps people weren't meant to have such a close relationship with living space, but this one made it work. She sat down in front of her desk, swept aside some of her paper folded mutations, pulled up her keyboard, and began.

A couple of hours later, she pulled herself away, before she really lost her temper. Her breath came thick and fast,like she'd been running. Strategy games always got her temper fuming. She rested her head back on the uncomfortable seats, noting how unfamilliar it felt. She'd been close, this time, but the gods of random chance had been against her.from the start. And there'd been that one archer who fired like he owned an AK-47 in a world of swords and arrows, killing off Mariko's best troops. She though she'd had a chance to salvage it all and continue until the computer's reinforcements had arrived and she'd ended up knee deep in corpses. She quit after that. It had all been a massacre.

Her heartbeat had calmed down now, and all that the computer was showing was her desktop: Green grass and blue skies. She turned, and looked at the real deal outside her window.
You have Ami who's outright stalking Kyle. I was going to make a post about both of you knocking each other over, but you came back and it was awful anyway. Sangan gave his blessing to the idea, though.

Also i feel like i've been pretty much hamstrung from posting for some reason, but that might just be me complaining.

EDIT: Quick piece of filler post.
Same here. It's sort of hard to play a sentient green neon sign.
Nothing for Kamina, then?
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