Catgirlex
Able To Type
As Crazy as a Straw! You know, a Crazy Straw!
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Post by Catgirlex on Jan 8, 2012 22:21:11 GMT -5
So here we are, everyone!
DON'T ALL VOLUNTEER AT ONCE.
NO NO, THERE'S ENOUGH TO GO AROUND.
-foreveralone-
But if you do happen to want to,
At least be a good roleplayer. Don't want those texter shitheads all over my ass.
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Post by Mog on Jan 8, 2012 23:29:53 GMT -5
...What are we ever volunteering for? A porn film?
Oh, Luk, hey...
*Mouth forms into perfect circle*
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Catgirlex
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As Crazy as a Straw! You know, a Crazy Straw!
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Post by Catgirlex on Jan 8, 2012 23:45:07 GMT -5
Moogle..... Hurhurhurhur.....
You can be the star.... If you'd like~
-pulls out video camera-
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Post by Luke on Jan 9, 2012 2:33:18 GMT -5
Never again....*zips up* Not after what you did to me last summer...
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Jan 9, 2012 12:01:38 GMT -5
... this thread is starting to scare me.
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ThatOneGuysBro
Murdered One Of The K-ON Cast
Problem officer?
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Post by ThatOneGuysBro on Jan 9, 2012 12:42:39 GMT -5
It was a Sunday afternoon, dark and gloomy. The rain fell lightly, trickling down the skirts of the umbrella. A young man with a slight stubble, short and slim allowed a weak sneeze to leave his lips as he wrinkled his nose. His left hand slithered down his waist as he reached into his pocket. Pulling out a cellular phone he jerked his wrist, the mobile device flipped open. A fading light shone on his face under the umbrella as rain began to pelt it with a heavier force. 3:48. 'He's late.', the young man thought to himself. 'Did he forget? Maybe I was wrong. What if he likes Phrost more than me?'
Thoughts of doubt and angst plagued his mind, time and idleness further feeding his anxiety. The rain fell harder still. He slipped his phone slowly back into the recesses of his pocket. He sighed lightly as he closed his eyes, a wisp of cold air escaping his thin lips, his breath visible due to the chilled weather. As time went slowly by his thoughts turned to Kain. It wasn't long before he realized what he was doing. He blushed at the mere though, his pale skin turning to a rosy pink. Just then he began to break into a cough. He coughed hard as he fell to his knees, splashing in the muddled water. To his obliviousness the young man did not notice the figure that approached him down the cobbled walk way...
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Post by Rygand on Jan 9, 2012 15:45:25 GMT -5
His feet made the puddled cobble street under his feet splash over and over again, as he ran towards the young man who had fallen to his knees. He had dropped his own umbrella, as he felt it would slow him down, and was getting soaked in the pelting rain. But none of that seemed important right now. All he cared about was reaching... him.
You could hear thunder rumbling in the distance. The weather was only getting worse. He was panting heavily as he finally reached the young man on his knees. Kneeling down next to him, he placed his hands on his shoulder, and shook him firmly. Worry was clear on the panting man's face. He was wearing an old fashioned, paperboy-like hat, and his hair was somewhat long, and curled naturally, cut off just above his shoulders. He wasn't the most slim person, a bit round if anything, but no one would've described him as fat.
"Tog?! A-Are you alright?" The man with the hat bit his lower lip, looking somewhat teary-eyed... but perhaps that was just the rain. "I... I saw you fall. I was so worried, I..."
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ThatOneGuysBro
Murdered One Of The K-ON Cast
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Post by ThatOneGuysBro on Jan 9, 2012 17:36:00 GMT -5
As Tog was shaken by Rygand's firm grip he felt an awkward mix of coy embarrassment and light-headedness. His otherwise fairly pale skin flushed lividly. His forehead grew with heated intensity, sweat mixing with rain water as his panting grew weaker, his eyes slowly veiled by their lids as his vision blurred. "Ry-gand.", he spoke, frail words barely slipping past his slender lips. Without another word a breath of air left his mouth as he his lids fell like walls of lead, his body slowly, gently, descending into Rygand's bosom passed out as his weight fell on Rygand's grip. Curiously enough there was not a great deal of difference between weights as his consciousness left him. He was indeed short, no more than five and a half feet tall, and his body was slender, the body of a younger child, delicate and weak. His forehead reached shades of bright red verging on a soft pink as his temperature grew warmer and warmer. The weather had gotten the better of his frail health.
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Post by Rygand on Jan 9, 2012 18:06:18 GMT -5
"Tog? Tog?!" These were the last words that the young man heard, and they were left echoing in his mind. Darkness fell over his thoughts, and his consciousness left him. Rygand closed his eyes, grimacing. This was bad. The two of them had been friends for a good while, and he knew about Tog's health problems. He first scooped up Tog's umbrella, closing it and placing it between his teeth. He then picked up Tog's frail body, carrying him on his arms. Rygand didn't live too far away, so he headed there, carefully running with Tog resting in his arms.
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Tog opened his eyes slowly, his gaze hazy. He found himself in a bed, under a warm blanket, and with a recently changed cool washcloth on his forehead, and around his neck. He was in a somewhat small room, which, other than the bed Tog was resting in, held a computer desk, a television set, and a bookshelf filled with various books, and some figurines standing on the top of it, as well as a coffee table in the very middle of the room. His umbrella was resting against the side of the bed. There was a clock on a bedside table next to Tog. It seems an hour or so had passed since he passed out...
There was an alluring scent wafting in from the open door of the room. It seemed someone was making something good in the kitchen... Tog pushed himself into sitting, carefully, still weak from his fall. To his surprise, he found himself stripped nearly nude, with only his boxers left in place. Additionally, there was a change of clothes on the coffee table, set out for Tog, it seemed. They were all far too big for him, but as his own clothes were nowhere to be seen, he had little choice.
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Catgirlex
Able To Type
As Crazy as a Straw! You know, a Crazy Straw!
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Post by Catgirlex on Jan 9, 2012 18:06:56 GMT -5
You guys are my heroes...
Please continue. I am amused.
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ThatOneGuysBro
Murdered One Of The K-ON Cast
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Post by ThatOneGuysBro on Jan 11, 2012 1:36:30 GMT -5
Tog awoke with a few sluggish blinks before closing his eyes again. His body ached but felt better than before, the coolness of the washcloths seeping into his skin relieving the fever somewhat. His body felt light, more so than usual. When he slowly rose, now sitting in bed he realized he was nearly nude, naught but boxers and the sheets over his body. His cheeks brightened to shades of pink as he pulled the covers up to his chest. With the covers, now clutched in his hands, the air in the house brushed against his bare sides, a chill rippling up his backside. They dropped to his lap as he wrapped his arms around his sides, crossing over one another. The chilled shivering subsided as his senses grew more stable, the sickness slowly waning.
He shifted his attention to the room he was in. He recognized the small apartment room. This was Rygand's room. He remember the layout of the room having been over many times for university studies and more leisurely activities. Elusive to his gaze until long were the set of clothing set on the coffee table before him. He guessed they were set out explicitly for him. He grew uncomfortable at the thought of wearing another guy's clothes. At least, those of someone he knew. He began to fidget with his fingers as he tried to find his clothes from the bedside. To no avail he was not able to find his clothing and presumed they were being dried off in the laundromat.
Reluctantly and embarrassingly Tog admitted there was no other choice but to put on the set of clothes laid out before him. He brushed the covers aside, another chill surging up his spine. He drew his arms to his chest as he struggled to find warmth, his body fairly pale and chilled. His body was thin; legs, arms and waist. He looked delicate and docile and at times, poised and graceful. But now he looked weak and feeble, the illness still tolling on his body. He slid over to the side of the bed shifting his legs as they dangled over the bedside. Short as he was his feet were unable to make full contact with the wooden floor, only his toes barely tapping the surface. Grasping the edge of the bed he descended onto the floor a bit faster then was comfortable as he flinched in startlement.
Slowly he crept over making nigh a sound with his nimble movements. He reached for the pair of trousers on the bottom of the stack, sliding it out from under. He held them to his chest as they fell, almost touching the floor. He pulled them open by the belt loops. They were nearly twice the size of his girth. He held them out and slowly raised one foot. It dipped smoothly into the pant leg, leaving still much room between the boundaries of the pant leg. The pants finally around his waist, though very loosely, he reached for the shirt. The pants fell down to his feet as he released his grip. With a gasp of awkwardness he picked them up again before Rygand came around the corner as their eyes met. Again Tog gasped as he reflexively stumbled back a pace, tripping on the bottom edges of the trousers.
Falling on his hind side he could see Rygand's feet pacing closer and closer. Tog grew flustered, his pants half way around his thighs, far too large for him, and his upper body bare, weak and vulnerable as he was. There was a brief silence, Tog not daring to look at his face as his flushed in his own insecurity.
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Post by deepseagnome on Jan 25, 2012 15:53:29 GMT -5
Scared and slightly embarrassed gnome quickly pulled down his head when Rygand entered the room, Gnome had been watching Tog through the window for quite some time now. Gnome had always been watching Tog from afar but never dared too approach him with his feelings, Gnome took a deep breath and admired the view from the fire escape that he was sitting on. Gnome took another deep breath and lifted his head and looked inside.
Rygand was holding Tog in his arms, Rygand was slowly moving his face closer too Togs. The sight made Gnome snap, without thinking Gnome rushed in through the window screaming loudly STOP!
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Post by thatfallout3guy on Feb 7, 2012 18:51:23 GMT -5
And then Gnome was assimilated before anyone saw him.
Fallout was walking through the streets, his skin dripping from the amount of rain. He needed to clear his head after a fight with Luke, 'He's never yelled at me like that before...' Fallout thought, 'does he... does he not love me anymore?' This crossed his mind as he walked. He had no idea where he was going, nor did he care, he only wanted to clear his mind.
When he finally looked up from the ground, he saw a familiar looking apartment building, "Wait... isn't that Rygand's?" He asked himself. He couldn't place his finger on it, but this somehow felt... right.
He walked into the building, and soon found his way to the room. He held up his hand, wondering what the hell he was doing here. He shook it off, glaring at the door as he gave a knock.
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