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6 yrs ago
Current Oh Christ it's Christmas.
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6 yrs ago
Finals! Finals? Finals... *drools*
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7 yrs ago
Dippling crepression? Posteo-orosis?
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7 yrs ago
The definition of insanity? Finals.
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7 yrs ago
When your crush takes months to get over their own, but they only give you three days to go back to the friend zone. MLK Jr. help me.
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And I was JUST thinking about a slife-of-life too...

Reserving a spot is a bit much, isn't it?
In C-10 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
"Oh, Miro, it's you!"

That's what Jack blurted out. It was good there was a distraction to keep the pain away. Regardless of the robot's presence, Jack was capable of administering his own first aid, so having a robot do it for him was redundant. Off came the cap of the first aid kit, which contained a number of things inside. But he didn't peruse the contents quite yet.

First and foremost, though, Jack needed to know a few things.

"Can you tell me what happened in the past few hours? I heard a disturbance in the room you're in, and the equipment's all broken in the room I'm in. Was there a...collision of some sorts? And...well, I don't remember how long I've been in here."

While Miro formulated an answer, Jack was already well on his way to taking out the anesthetics, the painkillers, the splints, and the bandages. Now was the time to take inventory of himself.
As much as I love Arty I felt that it was time for a change of character. Tell me what you think =)


Never in a Shine City can you not have a muscleman.
In C-10 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
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Erm...Discord's not working?
In C-10 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
Jack blinked hard a few times as he tries to adjust to a somewhat blurry awakening. For a moment, he panicked when he realized that it was rather difficult to stand, but he soon enough resigned to sitting up straight to getting a better understanding of his surroundings -- the fitness room's...closet. Clammy hands clumsily slapped along the floor, reaching for something, anything to pull himself up, but nothing was in arm's reach.

So Jack waited.

Maybe something struck him in the head, or the sheer shock of it all still wasn't allowing him to process the whole incident, but breathing easy wasn't so much of a difficult task as he would have first thought of it to be. Just within a few feet's worth of length was the first-aid kit, so Jack made his way over there by half-crawling, half-dragging himself. That in itself proved to be a more difficult task, especially considering the fact that he had to avoid the variety of overturned, broken gym equipment. Considering how much of a mess the closet was in, it was a miracle that Jack hadn't been worse off than he already was; even the lighter weights were fully capable of caving his skull in from just a few feet's drop.

While he was still fumbling with the latch on the kit's top, there came the knock. Almost immediately Jack wanted to call out, to address the knock, but there were other, more pressing matters at hand.

First and foremost, the incessant chirping from his watchband, which he lazily slapped until it shut off.

Then came the box; if he didn't open the box, he might not get to any pain medications in time. If he didn't at least sedate himself or get a clearer assessment of his current condition, there was simply no way he could oblige himself with anyone's business.

But then again, what if that someone had come to help?

In the real time, what Jack had elected to contemplate about equated into silence, for whoever was outside the door. It wasn't that Jack didn't want to answer; he just took too long to. It's mighty hard to blame someone for taking their time when they've just found themselves completely disoriented, and it might be moreso for those wanting to come out of the closet. No pun intended.
In C-10 7 yrs ago Forum: 1x1 Roleplay
@Stern Algorithm

Getting that B-17 to be armed to the teeth is the best pleasure one can have.
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