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Post by fracturedprince on Jul 9, 2006 18:28:13 GMT 10
(OOC: I forgot about my Midnight. Umm...I wonder if Waite is a mary stu.)
Waite saw Krystal as she cringed in pain and as she closed her eyes, he felt the as though there was the struggle in her head. Dragged beween pain, and consciences.
On recovery he knew that it was certain. He was sure that he had heard a voice.
“Who is Envy?” Waite couldn’t help what he said, the words had just slipped out of his mouth. Taken aside by what he asked the took the second to notice his cat. Midnight had being there for only a small amount of time. But, also was curious as to what was happening.
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Post by Akuma Ookami on Jul 10, 2006 9:34:18 GMT 10
(OOC: I think he's on the way to being a GARY-Stu, but isn't one yet... and wasn't Waite's cat named Midnight?)
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Post by fracturedprince on Jul 10, 2006 12:11:03 GMT 10
((OOC: boku o baka!! It was too. I'll just fix that. Oh.. he isn't a gary stu; but by difinition all role play characters are.))
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Post by YahNe on Jul 10, 2006 14:31:28 GMT 10
(OOC: Not really. (This is just for the sake of debate that not all RP characters are Gary-Stus/Mary-Sues. I am not taking part in the flaming of any character... unless they're Yasmin. Oops.) By definition Mary-Sues/Gary-Stus (MSs/GSs) are inserts of a character based on the author. They are everything the author wishes to be and has all the traits the author wants. They are far more powerful than average and have no faults. A lot of the time the characters have bad pasts they can't cope with or are having/have had something horrible like abuse happen to them and yet even though they can't fully get over it and still have a way to do so and to do similar things to their loved ones they are forgiven easily and everyone loves them because they have no faults and can do no wrong. Faults in both fanfiction and role plays are classified as stuff that can get you killed If your character can't play the banjo to save their life then obviously that's NOT GOOD ENOUGH! If say they could play the banjo (if it's ever needed) they could have massive stage fright. Or they could be a brilliant fighter, but when it's needed they just freeze. THOSE ARE FAULTS! ALSO YOU NEED MORE THAN ONE OR THREE!!! One day I'm going to write an essay about all of this BULLSHIT! Because I'm getting so SICK of all of this. I'm gonna make all of you read it and I'm not gonna be nice about whether or not you all can either.)
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Post by Karasu on Jul 11, 2006 16:10:40 GMT 10
(OOC: You missed heaps -- but it works and no -- I'm not reading your essay.)
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Post by YahNe on Jul 16, 2006 12:22:04 GMT 10
Tahlia sighed as she walked home - she gave it five minutes remembering Rex's estimation. There was barely enough time to get home now; with yet another woeful sigh she walked in the general direction of her home. There was a reason she always avoided the park... she just didn't know it yet. (OOC: That's because... I don't know it yet LOL)
But... it was like she wasn't controlling Rex at all; like he was just someone else... with a shrug she forgot about it just as it started raining softly. With a curse she hurried home; stupid rain...
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Post by fracturedprince on Jul 16, 2006 20:04:52 GMT 10
He closed his eyes and felt the gentle rain hit him. He guessed that the rain was just another complication that stood between him and the answers that his curiosity craved. Not many people liked the rain, and feared that Krystal would run because of that.
Midnight moved under Waite, comfortably between his legs. It did start to get cold with the rain, rather quickly actually. Strange, but expected in the city. Even stranger was that Waite had always loved the cold, as well as the rain. He just felt as ease; he’d always look to the sky, and watch the droplets in freefall.
Though he was at ease, with the falling rain, he did not made the effort to relax his typical posture. If anything, he strived to remove all emotion. This was necessary as this was a serious situation. It wasn’t every day that he helped a drowning person, and have them change almost completely before his eyes.
He was sure that he was not talking to Krystal but in fact talking to Envy. That would be the correct assumption to make; he just had to push more buttons. It was his curiosity that done this to him.
“Will you answer, Envy?”
(OOC: Then again, who doesn't like the rain?)
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Post by Akuma Ookami on Jul 17, 2006 20:45:40 GMT 10
Rain... Pfft, a terrible thing. Damn water drops of doom. At least, that's what Jaize thought. He hated the rain for two main reasons. It's cold... and it's wet. That's why he was comfortably snuggled into his bed back at his apartment.
There was another reason for his strong dislike of the rain, but Jaize didn't like to talk, or think, about it.
Today was too hectic for his liking. First, the strange encounter with that girl, then, the traffic build-up and now; rain. Damn!
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Post by YahNe on Jul 22, 2006 10:48:16 GMT 10
(OUT OF CHARACTER POST!!! AHHHH! BEWARE! Waite had even felt a change in her; as if she had became a completely different person. He was then again startled as he felt another change nearby… Closing her eye, he felt the as though there was the struggle in her head. On recovery he knew that it was certain. He was sure that he had heard a voice. “Who is Envy?” This is what Emma keeps complaining about and telling you to fix. As in, you shouldn't be able to sense everything. Also, isn't split personality disorder not really magically related at all? So you shouldn't be able to sense that; should just be mood swings. (Sorry Mekka if it's not that, but Emma won't shut up about how Matt's characters are going Gary-Stu and messing everything up. (Her words, not mine.)) Also Rex was a fair distance away before he changed back to Tahlia. Anyway, the whole knowing there was a fight going on in her head; how? Does Waite have slight telepathic abilities or what? But I'm pretty sure Envy wouldn't let him close enough to sense the damn fight anyway (I'm going from how Envy seems to be on this one ) Anywayz, I'm hungry and I wanna play FFXI so, fix if ya wanna fix or don't if ya don't wanna... Ja!)
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Post by Fractured Princess on Aug 11, 2006 20:02:57 GMT 10
Envy's eyes narrowed. "What in the hell are you?" ~STOP IT!!~
Able to gather strength from Envy herself, Krystal broke through. With a squeek, the calmer girl stumbled forward a step and made a fast attempt to recollect herself with her lost energy tiring her.
"That's a good question you just asked. Who's Envy? Well I need to get home. My mother will be worried." She turned an ran, where she'd go was still unknown to her. Her mother had not been aware of her only child's existance for the past 4 years.
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Post by fracturedprince on Aug 13, 2006 22:28:31 GMT 10
"Hey, you dropped something." He shouted, but no response. He knelt down to retrieve what appeared to be a ribbon. Waite wasn't sure, he was near blind at times. But after feeling its silky white texture he was sure it was a ribbon. He could return now, but the girl had already made her distance. "It is still raining, do you think that she would be able to run forever?'" he said to Midnight, though it was more spoken to himself then to the cat. "What the hell - " he broke into a jog, and then into a run. Midnight followed. "work is uber boring."
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Post by Karasu on Aug 19, 2006 19:36:44 GMT 10
(OOC: Don't you mean 'uber'?)
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Post by Fractured Princess on Sept 2, 2006 18:11:45 GMT 10
Krystal ran for as long as she could before her legs gave out from underneath her and she fell hard on the concrete path. With a gasp and a hiss of pain she sat up and leant her back to a brick wall. Unsure of where she was, she looked around for any small sign of familiarity, but none came.
"Great..." She curled her knees up to her body and gingerly hugged them. Would she just stay here the night? It was far too late to make her way home and at least there was a little shelter across the path.
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Post by fracturedprince on Sept 2, 2006 23:06:20 GMT 10
He ran for as long as he could, but knew that soon he would have to stop.
The park was a dangerous place at night, as everyone knows. He felt that Krystal knew the same.
'Damn ribbon,' muttered as he approached a bench for a rest. 'Why did she have to run?'
'Cause she could, I guess.' Answered Midnight.
He sat and stared into a void, and barley spoke single word. He stood and started to make his way home. It was really late and the park was a big place anything could have happened.
'You might see her tomorrow, or on the way home' said to comfort, but it didn't work.
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Post by Fractured Princess on Sept 6, 2006 13:52:32 GMT 10
Krystal made her way slowly over to the shelter and slid down the wall. Her knees and palms were still stinging from the fall before, her skin was torn and raw. Her clothes were still very damp and she was freezing, she needed to visit Mr Wong tomorrow morning. Closing her eyes Krystal slowly fell asleep.
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