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 Posted: Sat Dec 15, 2007 12:45 pm
[Aight. I'll set the example. -sigh- Why must I always do everything first? Lmao. No prob.]
Roberts was trhust forward and fell back, as if he'd gotten into a car crash. Cautiously, wondering what the hell was going on, He turned and stood from his crouch in one smooth motion. Stepping one foot up onto the roof of his truck, he saw wha had stopped his well-loved truck, but that answer came with far more questions. What the hell is a tree doing here? What the hell happened to the road and everyone else? Where the hell am I? What the hell am I doing here? What the hell is going on? Am I the only ******** person here? Clutching the metal book, Roberts clambered over the hood of his truck and hopped down, setting the book down on top, pushing the truck back and away from the tree. In fact, there were many more trees around him, but none close enough for his truck to back into. After moving his truck, Roberts flicked his cigarette, taking another drag. He decided that he ought to get to know the landscape, explore a little. Reaching inside his truck, he pulled out several more packs of Marlboro's and his many lighters. While he was at it, he grabbed his chips and various alcohols and a backpack to put everything in. As an after thought, Roberts snatched his Chemistry text book along with his other set of clothes. Walking back to the front of his truck, Roberts lifted his mysterious metal book. Curious, Roberts shoved it into his backpack also and zipped it up securely. He then set out, making sure his truck was locked and secure first.
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Posted: Mon Dec 17, 2007 12:30 pm
Arimwen opened his eyes, his head was pounding it was as though he fell into another world. He looked around and his horse was standing up as though it heard something. Arimwen touched his horse's neck and the horse bowed for him to get on. He jumped on top of him, and started to ride his horse forwards. It was as though someone was calling him, his horse started to run quickly, he didn't even give his command. His eyes went narrow and dark as though there was another creature surrounding them. Arimwen looked ahead he knew something was there, and when he saw it, it would be dead immediately. No one would harm him or his horse. He would make sure of that.
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Posted: Sun Dec 30, 2007 9:38 am
Roberts stopped abrubtly at the sound of hoofbeats, andb crouched low in a nearby bush, beside a tall oak tree. Carefully, he watched as a fine black horse came into veiw, bearing a really cute boy, about his age. "Daaamn!" he hissed under his breath. While he was checking out the guy, he didn't register that he was stepping off his horse and heading toward him. In no time at all, the teen had a crossbow pointed at the middle of his forehead at point blank range. Slowly, his eyes traveled up the other boy's legs, torso, face, and connected with his eyes. Cautiously, he stood, flicking his cigarette again, and taking another drag. He slowly reached up and took his cigarette with his right hand, and using his left to grab the ballpoint pen he had in his pocket. Hoping to god that the monsterous thing was wide enough, he slid it carefully between him and the boy before him. "Uh, hey there, buddy, I'm kinda lost. Can you help me out, man?"
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Posted: Fri Jan 04, 2008 10:00 pm
Arimwen looked at the boy infront of him, he was good looking and had something in his mouth, it looked like a cigar, but it was much different to the normal customs of a cigar. "Who are you?" Arimwen said at once, he was not going to just help a random stranger out, unless he figured out where he was from. Obviously he was not from here, since he looked strange in the attire he was wearing. Arimwen stepped back for a moment his eyes looking at the boy's body wondering if he was from another planet.
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Posted: Sun Mar 16, 2008 5:45 pm
Roberts cheaked the teen out again. He was even sexier close up. "Um, I'm, like, from Dallas, man. Looking at you and all these trees, probably some other planet or something, 'cause there ain't no trees around fer miles where I come from, and you ain't no Native American, so I ain't from the future or somethin'." Roberts's Texan accent was growing heavier by the minute. It was beginning to get difficult to understand him. His accent would probably switch soon, and probably get him killed. His accent always got worse and switched whenever he got nervous. It was an infuriating flaw of his. "But, uh, seriously. I'm like, lost. I was driving down the road to a friend's place and there was this huge black thing in the middle of the street and it wasn't there before. I was too close to try and get out of that thing's way, so I hopped in the back of my truck." He said this all very with in a slight Indian accent (god, he was gonna get killed!). There was very little recognition in the young man's face, so he twitched his head back int the direction of his truck. "I'll show you I ain't making none of this up." His accent switched again, to northern Brittish. "Promise," he added. His eyes stared into the other boy's eyes and seemed to find the urge to trust him. Roberts tried to manipulate the urge he found into winning over, but he had no idea if he was doing a goddamned thing or what.
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Posted: Thu Apr 03, 2008 10:46 pm
Arimwen knew that he was telling the truth, for he even had the same experience. But he kept on gazing at him, just to keep his guard up. He was not going to go down with a fight if he was going to start one. He had looked at the strange machine the guy was standing in front of. Arimwen's eyes narrowed, "What is that thing behind you?" Arimwen asked, he didn't care what kind of accent he had, he was used to strange people with accents and without. He looked over and saw his horse standing there neighing softly. "What is you're name?" Arimwen's own accent was from medieval time but for some reason there was almost a bit of a British accent.
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Posted: Fri Jun 20, 2008 6:00 pm
[English are you? Well, well, my friend, so'm I. I'm also Polish, German, Italian, Irish, Scottish, etc.]
Damn, he wanted a peice of that guy's a** . . . "It's called a truck. It's a vehicle. Faster than that horse of yours and it only gets tried when it doesn't have fuel or somethin' goes wrong." Scottish. Ah, he loved Scotsmen. They were so cool. Anyway! Back to business. "M'name's Roberts," he stated, extending his hand toward the teen. "What's yours?" Still Scottish. Yup, he loved the Scottish. He took another drag and pulled his keys out of his back pocket, flicking he eyes back of his shoulder at the guy. Gah, he was hot! He reached over and dug the keys into the side of the truck and opened the door a crack, turning to face the boy. "Care to join me?" Whoa, was he asking this guy out? At least it didn't look like that's what he thought it was. Thank god! He clambered into the drivers seat of the car, leaning across to open the passenger door for the boy so he could get in. The boy had very well toned muscles, but was built like Roberts, lean but strong. His clothes fit tightly, accenting the finer features of the guy's figure. Not to mention that he was incerdibly thin, like Roberts himself, and had the most god-awful sexiest hair anywhere. His eyes were a beautfil moss green with an amber ring in the middle of the iris's. Damn, he wanted a peice of that guy's a** . . .
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 6:28 pm
Arimwen sat inside the truck, or whatever the guy had called it. Arimwen felt almost uncomfortable, it felt like the guy was checking his body out, Arimwen couldn't help himself either. That guy did have a nice body as well and was trying to hit on him, he could tell. "I'll join you, but where are we going?" He asked looking around.
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 7:46 pm
Roberts grinned at Arimwen, sticking the keys i the ignition. "No clue. But, since neither of us can figure out where we are, it doesn't matter does it?" Another drag and he was British again. He pushed the stick into reverse and backed up, drive again, and he turned carefully to get out of the woods, driving to a large, endless meadow, Arimwen's horse following obediantly. Roberts loved having Arimwen with him - it was like he was hyper and energetic again, like when he was younger. ah, the feeling was amazing!
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Posted: Thu Jun 26, 2008 7:48 pm
Arimwen was hot he undid his shirt and place his shirt on the side of him, his bare chest was showing and he stretched his body out. His back was bugging him again. He could see the guy peering over at him every other second and he knew he had a big crush on him. He almost laughed, but didn't to be polite.
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Posted: Wed Jul 09, 2008 5:22 pm
[I'm not going to continue until we figure out who's playing all the characters left behind by Sarah and Nyn. Maybe Kara can make her own? Say a girl about to be burned at the stake or hung for being a witch? I think she'd like a character like that.]
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:51 pm
Saint_Oriel [I'm not going to continue until we figure out who's playing all the characters left behind by Sarah and Nyn. Maybe Kara can make her own? Say a girl about to be burned at the stake or hung for being a witch? I think she'd like a character like that.] Why don't we just pick some we usually rp these ones anyways..
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Posted: Sat Jul 19, 2008 11:52 pm
Ill be Nynaeve Mashira Lunesta
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 11:33 am
Code:
Username:Yukis Song
Name: Artemis Soul Starr
Age:15
Gender:Male
Sexual Orientation: Straight
Race: Wizard
Weastern Zodiac/Chinese Astrology:
Weapons: A dark blood red sword, stained with the blood from the hearts of a thousand demons.
Time Period: Medival
Apperance:Artemis Soul Starr, has dark blue hair, and cold grey eyes, he has moon light colored skin, and appears vampire like in nature and in apperance, he wears black robes, his arm and hand are covered in black leather gloves with dark red straps tying it out.
Personality: Artemis is cold hearted in first meeting, he comes off as it, but realy he has a nicer side, but he dosent use it to often, he is rather snappy, and tends not to say anything unless he think its important.
History: Artemis is the first to be accepted to the school, well he hasnt made it there yet, his family has a long history of slaying demons, and what ever creature that attacked the village, he is concidered a hero, and yet, Artemis wonders if all creatures are the same, and has decided to delay his judgement on that as of know, he is on his own, he dosnt have his father wataching over him while he is away. He can make his own decisions.
Book: His book is a dark black, and has a bright blue lines glowing off on it, a wolf gleams out from the front of the book.
Gaurdian: A black wolf that follows him every where.
Magical Talent: Unknown to him, for know but later on it will be...earth
Other:Artemis carries various weapons as a slayer should posses.
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Posted: Sun Jul 20, 2008 11:34 am
(( i dont want my old charracters)) 3nodding blaugh
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