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I'd just like to see you flesh out a bit more just who Paul is. Who am I? *nervous laughter* And who are you to ask such probing questions? I don't even know a damned thing about you either man. ...the hell do you mean it's in the contract I signed? Christ almighty what I wouldn't give to re-read the damned thing. You know I don't even remember what's in it? Like every time I try to remember specifics about the pages all I really see is.. fuzz. Why did losing the job/being wronged matter so much to Paul he would sell his soul? Look, I'll level with you man, we're in Tokyo. T-O-K-Y-O, the heartland of Japanese society, and with a face like this, do you think I look even remotely japanese? poo poo no. The deck's been stacked against me since prep. there's a moment of confused silence My father was English, my mother was japanese - I was born and raised in this country, I didn't just arrive here fully formed and with fully english sensibilities. I got among the highest grades in my years at prep and uni. I murdered my social life to climb the corporate ladder, facing a lot of entrenched hostility along the way in order to work for something I truely thought would make a difference. You pour a decade into climbing the corporate ladder to possibly face jail for something you didn't do and in your darkest, most weakest moment someone approaches you with an offer that he says can save your rear end with no drawbacks? Wasn't until after the haze lifted and the contract was signed that I realised what I'd done. I hate it. What does your character truly enjoy doing? What, you mean outside of work? *Paul scratches his chin, a pretty heavy growth of unkempt beard is there* Before when I was working I used to like the nightlife of the city, had plenty of money too to enjoy it. Bars, clubs, the slots. Without any money or anything from regular employment? I spend my days these days browsing sites looking for work and playing video games. Ain't nothin' else to do without money. What is your character planning to do, now that he's out of a job and any social status? Honestly, I've been kinda considering taking a sabbatical. Sis earns enough from her job to keep the roof over our heads, Dad's not with us anymore, he passed away last year. I had considered going back to England to meet some of the extended family, but every time I think about the effort involved to get a passport, and a visa, and dealing with the government agencies.... I dunno man, the future's pretty open, even if it does seem bleak as hell.
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Shinsuke Iizuka - 18 sue me I'm pretentious, and my extensive search hasn't found me anything else that fits the tone yet The wheels keep turning. It's all I've ever known. Well that's not true, it's just what I tell myself these days to try and remain sane. In truth I crossed that line a long time ago between fact and fiction, and while it's tough for me to admit it to anyone, every day I lie to myself a dozen times. At points it was just telling myself that one day someone might find a cure, that one day I might wake up to find myself whole again, on others it's kidding myself that people actually see myself for who I am. See me for something more than the chair. I could walk once upon a time. That's an understatement really. Once I could run and dance and do all those things that everyone else takes for granted. But then I was a kid, and like all kids I took it for granted. I thought it would always be that way, that I could be whatever I wanted to be. That one day I could be an astronaut, or a soldier or a great athlete. Because that's what kids do right? They dream as they play. Yet now all I dream of is being normal. Just a regular guy. Just to be able to walk. Just to be independent. Bitter. That's the word that's going through your head right now. drat right I'm bitter. Oh I know what you're thinking, that there's so many people that have gone on to do great things while having a condition. That it's important to make the best of your life, to take a positive outlook on the world. How easy it is for you to say that, how easy it is for you to think that. How wonderful it must feel to be standing there looking down on me with all your haughty airs and graces. How liberating it must be to think that they are doing wonderful things now that could change my future. Put yourself in my chair for a second. I haven't been able to feel my legs since I was eight. Eight. That's no age for a kid to get sick. Over ten years of being stuck in this chair, not knowing on any given day whether or not my body is going to turn on me, whether I'm going to be over come with the shakes or my words are going to catch in my throat or if I'm going to experience yet another unexplained symptom that the doctors will note and nod and murmur over. It's not fair. But the world isn't fair. You see I know what drives the world. It isn't love. It isn't hope. It isn't a better tomorrow. It's atrophy. Everything in the world is in a state of decay, from the moment it comes in existence it begins to break down. We're all leaves on a tree. Sure today we all look green and full of life, but given time the season changes. Everything breaks down, and the world feeds upon that decay. It's just our seasons aren't in sync. One persons summer might last 50 years. Another's might just last eight years. It's not fair, but I accept it. Better than anyone else. For years my parents tried to pretend that there would be a solution, tried to delude themselves with each specialist that we visited, each stay in hospital, each new set of tests that I underwent that suddenly someone would come up with an answer. It's almost pitiful in a way that they bought into it, all those sweet words they would whisper to me about how this time would be different, how if we just got an explanation that everything would be better. Yet the reasons for my condition remain a mystery, and every test is inconclusive. I came to hate those doctors, each and all of them the same, each with that same confident smile and absolute belief that they would be the one who would be able to solve what all the others could not. And I remember all the times when my mother would rest her head on my bed when she thought I was asleep. And all those silent tears she would spill. I remember the sight of my father standing there with that brave face when he was in my sight, and then the shouting that came when the doors closed when he started blaming himself for everything - as if my condition was some personal failing on his part. And then came the day when Mika came along. Little lovely Mika. Little adorable healthy Mika. Oh they tried their hardest to explain to me that he wasn't a replacement, that they loved me as much as they did him. Yet from the day he was born, I noticed the difference. Noticed the smiles that he caused upon their faces, and the way it turned to sadness when they looked at me. I couldn't compete. I shouldn't have had to. It was the week before my 17th birthday that the tremors began. They started as they often did with a slight twitch in my ring finger, a twitch so small that I could ignore it. Then a few hours later my elbows began to go bow without warning which was harder to ignore. And then my shoulders began to lurch forward and back without warning and I couldn't hide it any more. By the time they got me onto the ward my whole body was convulsing. Except for my legs. They never loving moved. The smiling man came on my 17th birthday itself entering into my room mere moments after my family had left to comfort Mika. I was trying not to cry, it wasn't my fault I had shouted at him. No one would want to spend their birthday on a hospital ward. It wasn't my fault. You have to understand. It wasn't my fault. The man didn't look like any doctor I had ever seen before, he was wearing black instead of white, and his smile was not that false smile I had seen on a thousand doctors faces. It wasn't a friendly smile, in truth it was unnerving and creepy but it was genuine. And when he told me he could make everything better I believed him. All I had to do was sign. My hand was still shaking when I pressed the pen to the paper, the tremors worsening with every moment to the point where it took everything I had to push it across the page. It was more a chicken sprawl than any signature I had ever made before, more suited to an infant than someone on the verge of adulthood. Yet as I wrote it I put all my will into it, pushing all my remaining hope into the motion of making shapes that reflected my name. And when I finished signing that paper the tremors stopped. My hand was steady. Things were starting to get better. I had a moment to breath in the satisfaction of the moment, to feel all my hopes coming together. It lasted until I saw the nurses and doctors running past the door. That was the last time I ever felt hope again. I later found out it was about the time that I signed the contract that Mika's convulsions began. One moment he was a healthy four year old kid, the next he was shaking upon the floor. No one could explain it, much like no one could explain what happened when my own condition had began. Much like no one could explain my recovery. I'm not healthy yet, but I'm recovering. Every day there seems to be a little improvement in me, from my eyesight having gained focus, to my voice becoming clearer and stronger. At the same time, every day Mika seems to get worse, slowly but surely. Part of me thinks I was responsible. The part of me that still cares. That part that keeps me awake at night crying. Today I felt my little toe move for the first time in ten years. I should've felt happy, should've felt like it was worth it, should've felt excited at the thought I had a future. Instead I found myself looking across at Mika because I knew the significance. Knew that one day it would be him in the chair. I'm not responsible for that. I had no other choice. I'm not responsible... Skinty McEdger fucked around with this message at 23:27 on Apr 1, 2014 |
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Pretty cool Skinty. I wanted to do the disability thing at first but it was difficult to execute well. Where are people looking for character pictures? Currently having not much luck, or i'm being really picky 
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Whoof, we got some dark ones now.  Okado Jiro: Do you still believe? Paul Turner: What do the words "gaijin" and "hikikomori" mean to you? Shinsuke Iizuka: Before the man with the crimson suitcase appeared, did you ever consider suicide?
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The Leper Colon V posted:Shinsuke Iizuka: Before the man with the crimson suitcase appeared, did you ever consider suicide? Maybe, but you got to understand it's not that simple. I was still a child when I first got sick. A real child, not a teenager on the verge of being a man, but a child who didn't know any better. And when the sickness came and things started to hurt and other parts started to not feel at all, I didn't know how to process it. At first I just wanted things to go back to normal, thought that each trip to the hospital would make me better, because that's what hospitals are supposed to do. Then when things got really bad, and the pain and the discomfort and all the symptoms became too much, when I got used to pain enough that its absence was more notable than it's presence, then I just wanted everything to end. I was a child so I didn't know what suicide meant, but I did wish that the world as I knew it would vanish and I would feel nothing any more. When I became a teenager I discovered what suicide really meant. I started browsing internet sites and seeing groups talking about it, support groups of kids who wanted to die. And I was confused. On the one hand I was ready for everything to end, had given up hope on a future or a diagnosis let alone a cure, but at the same time there was always something holding me back. I wish I could say that it was love for my parents, and a desire to not cause them anymore pain, because then you might think better of me - perhaps think something good at all. In truth it was something much more practical that held me back. The moments when I wished I was dead came when I was feeling at my worst, when a new unexpected symptom was causing me anguish or I was bed ridden with uncontrollable shakes. And in those moments when the pain was at it's worst, when inside I was screaming out for an end, I truly wished to be able to end it all. But the irony was that in those moments I was helpless to do anything at all. With all the will in the world I couldn't kill myself when I was shaking in bed, nor when my mobility was so bad that I couldn't move at all. For when you can't move your legs, when your hands can barely raise a glass to your lips, when you're that weak it's nigh on impossible to take that step by yourself. And then when I was feeling capable of doing something about it, when I was if not feeling well but at least feeling like my condition was more manageable, then I found myself unable to follow through on how I felt when I was at my worst. Perhaps it was some sort of wisdom, perhaps it was hope for a future, more likely it was because I was a coward unable to follow through. I wished for death a thousand times and the man with the suitcase never came. It was only when I cursed the life I could never have and all the things I wanted that he did. There was no mercy in his actions. If there was we wouldn't be talking now. I fear Shinsuke might suddenly become a girl at a moments notice, purely because I cannot find a single fitting piece of artwork to reflect him, while there seems to be a never ending supply of cartoon/anime girls in wheelchairs. Just never search for it with safe search off.
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The Leper Colon V posted:I was a bit vague about it, but yeah. Officially ruling it now, the game will be set in an alternate reality version of Tokyo without all the rampant misogyny and xenophobia quote:Just letting everyone know that with the setting being confirmed as Japan, Johnny Riker is now known as Kenichi Sakamoto. In a similar vein, Mrs. Werther is now Mrs. Nakano. Unless it remains more amusing to have a crazy old English lady open up a bakery in Tokyo. Once I find a suitable anime picture, I'll change that as well. OscarDiggs fucked around with this message at 16:51 on Mar 30, 2014 |
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In an even more similar vein, I've changed Zeik's name to Saki Hirata. (And scrapped the article picture because editing that would be a pain.) Double May Care fucked around with this message at 21:02 on Mar 30, 2014 |
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Mar 30, 2014 17:09
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Adam is a Japanese name  But i will be changing the family name. Also i found a way to survive the picture problem!
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I had a grand idea but it was SO grand it became a huge headache. Instead i ninja edited my post with name change and a picture! Pretty drat pumped for this!
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The Leper Colon V posted:
Gaijin? Got into a whole bunch of fights as a kid over it. I'm not so far removed from western culture as I pretend I am. I know that perversely, to me at least, some people in the west take a queer sense of pride in being what they see as "Gaijin". That they view it, socially as a deep respect for Japanese culture and, amusingly anime. Well it's not. One of its literal meanings is "foreign born outsider", and boy did I know that growing up. It was like all the other kids were in a club as I was growing up, the isolation was difficult to bear. I credit a lot of my perseverance in my personality and my outgoing nature now, to my sister. She's younger than me by about 4 years and it was seeing her suffering with the same bullying that I got that gave me the courage to stand up for myself and that in turn gave her the confidence to build friendships of her own. Hikikomori, before I forget the last part of your question, never meant a huge amount to me until recently. As it's known these days, the term refers to voluntary isolationism of yourself in a social context which I never tried to do. I always wanted to be accepted socially, get married have kids when I'm older, that sort of thing. Traditional nuclear family. What can I say, I'm boring like that. Paul laughs infectiously These days it means more than it did because I'm close to giving up on the rat race but I'm not there yet, I'm vowing this.. Slump, as a mental break at this point. Some downtime before I try to throw myself back in there.
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Skinty McEdger posted:I fear Shinsuke might suddenly become a girl at a moments notice, purely because I cannot find a single fitting piece of artwork to reflect him, while there seems to be a never ending supply of cartoon/anime girls in wheelchairs. Just never search for it with safe search off.
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The Leper Colon V posted:Sure, whatever works. Have you asked the Fantasy Art thread? I didn't even know it existed. Cheers!
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The Leper Colon V posted:Okado Jiro: Do you still believe? You mean in God? ... I'm not sure. I'm really not sure. There's a part of me that wants to say faith should be easier now, since there's so much less I have to believe in. Things like souls, say. Or offers of dominion over all the earth. And Adam took the apple without knowing what he was getting into, and Pharoah's heart was hardened against Moses by the Lord. So I can't exactly say that damnation without choice is against any precedent. ... Kuso, but I don't think I've even thought about this in years. Must've been when I was about six, because oyaji was just beginning to drift into caring only about his position and only paying attention to me when he had to. Anyways, he was trying to weasel out of some obligation to the diocese, going for the false humility and surface harm, and the priest shut him down outright with the comment that it wasn't our belief in God that was important, but His belief in us. What can I say, I was too young to be cynical. And it pissed off someone who had apparently already decided I was an obligation to be leveraged, not a child to be loved. But I think that's when I first started getting serious about religion. And now, of course, His belief in me is no longer a given. And that terrifies me.
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Leper, have you basically made your picks already? I'm a huge fan of the Persona game LPs (though I've never owned a PlayStation and thus haven't ever played them or SMT), and I'd like to get in on this game. But if you've already picked all your players, I'll just be sure to read along. Let me know, and I'll write a guy up after work if there's still space. Skinty Try looking for pictures of Barbara Gordon/Oracle. She was in a wheelchair for a number of years in the comics, so there's a ton of art for her. Good luck finding anything that's not a redhead, though.
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Swags posted:Leper, have you basically made your picks already? I'm a huge fan of the Persona game LPs (though I've never owned a PlayStation and thus haven't ever played them or SMT), and I'd like to get in on this game. But if you've already picked all your players, I'll just be sure to read along. Let me know, and I'll write a guy up after work if there's still space.
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Mercury poo poo is hosed. And I figure I'm the one that hosed it. Name's Mercury, no-one calls me Yuriko Omara 'cept the government. Me, Cyanide, Hemlock and Belladonna grew up together in some lovely Nagasaki high school. Four of us found eachother there. Pissed off teachers together, got into fights together, got expelled together, and discovered music together. We were 15 when we started Lethal Injection. Taught ourselves playing over the internet. Good loving times. We tore up the local bars and clubs, birthday party now and then. Small time poo poo. We made just enough to eat lovely ramen, drink loving awful beer and live in a lovely, insect ridden place, but gently caress it, we were free and happier than the poor fucks that were trying to get in their universities for their soul crushing jobs. Those were good years. And then, poo poo started to go wrong. Gigs were canceled, instruments broke, rent went up. Then, one day, some oval office stole all our loving equipment. No guitar, no drums, nothing. Felt like the loving end of the line. So I was talking a walk, smoking a cig when this shithead showed up. loving suit with a red briefcase. Had a feeling I'd seen him before, but don't know where. Started giving a slimy speech. Wanted me to sign his papers. Said he'd take care of things. I figured what'D I have to lose. Ain't like I'd let some piece of paper tell me what to do later anyway, and maybe it's a nutter that hands out money to artists or something? He asked what I wanted, and I said I wanted Lethal Injection to be successful. Well, that happened. When he left, and I got back to the others, they were practicing. On our instruments. Who weren't stolen all of a sudden. I looked like I'd gone mental. The others had a laugh about it. Me, less so. But I figured I'd just had some really bad dream or something? I put it outside my head. And then luck changed all of a sudden. Next gig, some guy from Studio Filth says he likes our style. Wants to try a record. Now, we figured we'd stay cleer of this. Don't wanna become sellouts, but the guy's contract is pretty much 'Hey, let us publish your music and just take a little cut from it' No getting the rights, no demands of when or what we gotta make, nothing. All of a sudden, things started really going our way. Some Youtube clip of us goes viral, every gig we do we're filling the place up. Few times we pushed it with the cops even, but they pussy out. I was so caught up in poo poo going well, I didn't notice poo poo going bad. Cyanide, he's a good dude, but he likes his drinks and he likes other poo poo. In the old times, just not having money kept him in check, but he's taking more poo poo, and harder poo poo, and I've already had a few loving scares. Then there's Hemlock and Belladonna. They're loving, but now, Hemlock's got gals throwing their panties at him from all over the place, and Belladonna is loving pissed about it. And me? I feel angry. poo poo's always been bad, but I used to be able to laugh at it. I can't now. I can't laugh at all. Used to be didn't need more than a well timed fart sound or a guy with a stupid tattoo to laugh my head off. These days, I can't even bring up a real chuckle. And I know what it is. That suited, smiling gently caress. Well, I ain't letting him destroy Lethal Injection. Who have you put at risk (knowingly or unknowingly) by entering into this bargain? The band of course. Cyanide, Belladonna and Hemlock. Worst thing? I'm not even sure this is some kind of fuckery done by briefcase, or it's just, well, they can't deal with the loving success. It's a real punk way to go down I guess, but poo poo I ain't ready for that yet. Got some more songs we need to produce, some more fun to have. What is the most powerful force on Earth? Or, to put it another way, what makes the world go 'round? Your friends. Yeah, laugh it up fucker. But money and poo poo? gently caress, all stuff that can be taken away. Or won't matter for poo poo when someone's getting in a bar brawl. gently caress country, gently caress religion, gently caress family, gently caress money. That's all 'bollocks' to go with a classic. you have your friends, and you back them up, that's the only rule around. When you gave up your soul, you lost something important and/or fundamental about yourself. What was it? My sense of humour. No, that ain't a joke, asswipe. And it's not as unimportant as your smug grin is showing. I can't find anything funny. People make jokes all the time. I get the jokes and all, it just all sounds really goddamn stupid. My mood's more sour since then. I guess my music got angrier because of it too, so that ain't bad but... poo poo... I miss laughing. I can barely even remember what it felt like. Shogeton fucked around with this message at 03:49 on Apr 3, 2014 |
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The Leper Colon V posted:Thomas Izzone: Michelle is a woman of science, she must understand her recovery is abnormal. How much does she know, and how much does she suspect? Also changing my name to Hikari Kondo and my finace's name to Miyu Takada to better fit the game. *ahem* In all honesty, everyone, except me, is very perplexed. She and the doctors know that this is not a normal situation. In terms of facts, she doesn't know anything. With only a few dozen cases of the disease in the medical literature, there's just not enough data to say that this was impossible. Improbably, absolutely, but not necessarily impossible. As for what she suspects, I can only guess. I feel different since I signed, and though I try to hide my anger, guilt, sorrow, and everything else, I'm sure she can sense something is off.
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The Leper Colon V posted:I was a bit vague about it, but yeah. Officially ruling it now, the game will be set in an alternate reality version of Tokyo without all the rampant misogyny and xenophobia Hah! I was just leaving it vague because handily enough there are plenty of Shinto temples in both the United States and Japan but now my canny sandwich-heavy investment strategy pays off.  Although honestly if we're actually playing in Japan I kind of want to make Chihiro's dad a gaijin/returnee to explain why he's cut out of the shrine head inheritance loop and underscore how it's weird that he's so into it now. There's no more a zealot than a convert, after all. Still trying to think of how to tie everything together without making it too hammy though.OscarDiggs posted:In a similar vein, Mrs. Werther is now Mrs. Nakano. Unless it remains more amusing to have a crazy old English lady open up a bakery in Tokyo. Once I find a suitable anime picture, I'll change that as well. fwiw I think a slightly senile old gaijin lady who's mysteriously occupied the same sweets shop since post WW2 is a lot more amusing.
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Puppies are dicks posted:fwiw I think a slightly senile old gaijin lady who's mysteriously occupied the same sweets shop since post WW2 is a lot more amusing. Puppies are dicks posted:Hah! I was just leaving it vague because handily enough there are plenty of Shinto temples in both the United States and Japan but now my canny sandwich-heavy investment strategy pays off.
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*picture here when I'm not on my phone* Interrogation Log; Akita Arai Suspected in unknown incident resulting in hospitalization of three fellow high schoolers and known associates. Tell us about your friends. Aww, ****. I KNEW that's what you were gonna ask. ****. Me, Izuma, Tarô and Tomoe. We were a bunch of not-that-bad punks in a school full of hardcore juvies. Like, we were bad and all, but compared to some of these guys? We were a bunch of band geeks. All of us came from families with some money, so we weren't really at risk of not having a future, and we'd already flunked out so... We drifted. Caused trouble. Everybody else in the world just wanted to get to tomorrow, we'd hang out, drink, noodle on our instruments or play at being gangster. What happened to them? ****. Dude, you won't believe me. Not for a second. There was this stupid rumor going around our school, about the 'Black Tape'. Like, anyone who watched it would learn how they died. Stupid girly stuff. But one of Tomoe's friends said his friend had got it, from another friend who died, and Tomoe thought it'd be funny to watch. So we do... 'cause we're stupid. We're all at our haunt at Izuma's grandmothers place -'cause she's a sweet old lady and she's always off visiting somebody in the country- Tomoe's banging on the old VCR thingy, Tarô, Izuma and me on the couch, drinking and snacking... And then the static on the TV cuts out all at once, and this voice comes on over the test pattern, telling us how it's gonna happen. It used your names? Hey! Don't interrupt me, I am not in the ******* mood! NO, it didn't use our names... But it knew where we were. "You, by the TV!" and "You two, talking to each other!" and "You, playing with your phone!" That's when I started flipping out. Like, it could see us, and that scared me. Everyone else thought I was ******* hilarious, until it started talking again. It said Tomoe was going to die in a wreck, that Tarô and Izuma would take their lives together.. I was going to commit suicide. It was smug about it, like our deaths had already happened. We all stopped laughing then. We tried to watch some old monster flicks, but we were all freaking out a little and we could all see it, so we just called of quits and headed home. By the time I got home, my parents were waiting for me. They'd already gotten a call from the hospital. Tomoe had stepped in front of a truck on the way back. They were calling it a suicide, there was no way he couldn't have seen it coming. Tarô and Izuma didn't talk after that. Wouldn't show for the classes we had together. They'd pass me notes, ask me about each other, how they were doing. But they refused to go anywhere near each other, ever. Then they stopped coming to class at all. I met up with Izuma once after that, at his grandmother's house, and he was just gone. His face was so blank it was like someone else was wearing him. The day after that, he was back in school, without a word. Him and Tarô just sitting at their desks, not looking at each other, like ghosts. When the bell rang, I saw Izuma get up and reach down to his boot... People got in my way, and by the time I could see them again there was screaming, there was blood, and both of them dead. And I... I just don't know. The fear just got to them. They let some hoax get into their heads. Maybe they thought that, if the other guy died first, they wouldn't have to. Stupid, right? But they're alive. Tomoe, Tarô, Izuma are all alive, just comatose. I KNOW! What did I say? DON'T INTERUPT ME! DON'T! ... I know that... And this is why you're not going to believe me. After.. that happened, I was freaking out. I was afraid to be afraid. Because that's what killed Tarô, what killed Izuma, what killed Tomoe. Getting so psyched out that you think it's just inevitable and give in. The cops were starting to look for me around school, some detective who all the juvies said was a real hard-rear end. The other kids were looking at me funny, even my parents. So I bailed. Izuma's grandmother was still gone, so I hid out at her place, found the tape, just started watching it over and over... Y'know, it said the same **** thing every time. "You, by the TV." You two, talking." "You, playing with your phone." How many kids talk during a movie, or fiddle with their phones? But I couldn't stop being afraid of it. Couldn't even sleep. Then he showed up. This guy, with this red suitcase and this big smile I wanted to punch. But he said it could all go away. He gave me a contract, and a bottle of pills he said would take the fear away, and by then I was so damned scared I would've slit my wrists to sign. And the pills did what he said. They took the fear away, all of it. When I woke up, all my friends were alive again... Just, ******. Lying in the hospital like ghosts. Everything's been ******. Every way I thought my future was sorted out, it started unraveling. My parents wanted me out of the house, my grades tanked even harder, nobody at school trusts me. I pretty much stopped going. I check in with the gang every day, make sure they're looked after, and I try to keep an eye on Izuma's grandma now she's back, because he was always worried about her. But other than that... Everything's a big ******* mess. Subject appears to be severely delusional, likely due to the shock of losing his friends. Recommend release to parental guardians with mandated medication and visits to psychologist ((Whew! It's a bit messy and rambling, but I wanted to catch something like Akita's actual vernacular, and it fits his tone. Ask as many questions as you please!)) ThirdEmperor fucked around with this message at 04:54 on Mar 31, 2014 |
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Hanamura Masami: 19 years old Picture will be coming soon. When I was a little kid I always wished to be unique. I remember my parents just laughing it off and the strange man who had come to talk about insurance or some other crap just smiling at me as he picked up his suitcase and left the house. Thirteen years later when I had a pen in my mouth and was signing a contract with my own blood I finally got my wish. I made a literal deal with the devil with just my mouth. As he slowly walked away I wanted to call out to him and ask why he had done all this but I was too busy feeling a painful tingling sensation all over my body. At this point I finally gave in and started to cry, not out of pain of course but of unadulterated joy. I am sorry if none of that made sense it is just ever since the accident it is all I could do to not dwell in the past and remind me just how lucky I was when all I could do was pray for the final mercy. Anyway this entire mess started due to playing Rugby, the sport that I once loved. My close friend Ayato had gotten me involved with the team I had always been one of the bigger guys on the team so the coach always put me in the front row. I never complained as I was just happy to be part of something but every time I was forced to scrum my neck would always hurt. I tried to get my coach to put me in a different spot, but every time I worked up the courage to ask him, the bastard was on his phone talking to somebody whose voice I could just barely recognise. So this kept up for about six years with no real issue but then the incident happened. We were bending down and I felt the second row behind me wrap his legs around my thigh when I could feel something was off. I should have stopped it, I should have known that only disaster awaited me. But of course being the fall that I am I ignored the sirens going off in my head and went through with the engagement until I felt myself slipping forwards and my head slamming into the ground. Then came the screams. But what broke me knowing that the pain was not the worst part. It was the fact that those people stuck in wheel chairs that I once pitted I would now envy. For even being able to move your arms was something that injury had taken from me. was now paralysed from the neck down. So I was rushed to the hospital where I got to hear some kind doctors tell me that yes I was now in a state where being was preferable and I was left there to rot. For three weeks I was stuck there as I was forced to watch as everybody would could bare the time to come see me try and fail to comfort me, and with each visit I feel that much closer to finally giving in, to finally just ask the doctors to kill me. But then the man came in to my own little slice of hell, my damned hospital room wearing his fancy suit and before I could say anything he offered me a way to walk again. I didn't even wait for him to finish talking when I agreed to it so that was how I found myself with a pen in my mouth signing away more then I could imagine but at that moment I couldn't care less, all I wanted to do was not be helpless anymore. He mentioned that in return for this deal that Ayato my long time hooker would end up sharing the same fate as me in compensation but I just could not care less at the moment. Of course when it happened it was all I could do not to start puking but I suppose that was to be expected. At least I can drown myself in beer whenever the thought comes up about my cowardice. How could I have done that to him. He had been with me for everything but in my moment of weakness I doomed him without a second thought. After everything had happened I could no longer play Rugby. No matter how bad the pain had been from the sport it was still a part of my life and I felt as though I no longer had an identity to claim for myself.I thought I got get past that and move on to something else. I thought I could cut the ties to the past and try something new but it was too late, in my heart I was a Rugby player and without that then I was nothing more then a broken sword put back together. I could never offer a group the commitment needed to be a player as I could still feel the scars from the last time I did so. Unsure how to work the last two in but here are my answers. What is the most powerful force on Earth? Or, to put it another way, what makes the world go 'round? The collective makes the world go round. Everybody who is connected slowly drives the human race forward whilst all the while those who have fallen away from the main group are slowly ground up into nothing. How did the man with the red briefcase resolve the tragedy? And, more importantly, how did it manage to make things even worse? With good old fashioned magic. Of course at the time off the deal I had no idea that everything had associated with myself had already been lost when the injury occurred. Being able to walk just made it easier to know just how clearly I had nothing left.
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gonna try to put my app up here later tonight.
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Mar 31, 2014 15:48
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Aaagh, I want to be a part of this, but intimidated by all these numbers and much more imaginative applications than what my brain can do.  Edit: gently caress it. If it's not too late let me see if I can't whip something up. Drakenel fucked around with this message at 17:00 on Mar 31, 2014 |
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Mar 31, 2014 16:21
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I'm committed. Mrs. Werther has returned from exile. She also has a brand-spanking new and expanded background for your perusal.
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Mar 31, 2014 20:00
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I'm going to try and have something up Tuesday night EST.
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Apr 1, 2014 06:12
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Then I'll use that as an excuse to declare a 24-hour warning on new applications. Anyone who hasn't made their application yet but wants me to hold off on picking until they do, let me know within the next 24 hours. You don't have to finish your application by then, just make sure I know you're making one.
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Things that I have discovered: 1)if you're an anime girl you're a thousand fold more likely to end up in a wheelchair than an anime boy. 2)if you're an anime boy in a wheelchair you're going to be a murderball player. 3)everyone drawn in a wheelchair seems so happy to be there, which is really cool for creating a positive image of wheelchair users, but really doesn't suit Shinsuke's character. I'm still looking, but I have a place holder image in now that sums up the tone I was looking for. I have a backup image if I can't find anything else, if I end up using that Shinsuke will become Rena, but that I don't like the tone of.
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Here's what I have so far. I want to see if this fits in the direction you're planning on going before I move to flesh it out any further.quote:Hirotora Ando quote:Aspects Edit: I finished the background and the questions. Valhawk fucked around with this message at 23:27 on Apr 5, 2014 |
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Apr 2, 2014 03:19
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Phone post. I like him, he's no stranger to fake smiles and "fair" deals.
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Apr 2, 2014 03:54
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After taking some time to think about it and reflect further on the kind of voice I want for Chihiro/type of relationship she has with her Dad, I've rewritten my entry a bit but kept the basic points the same.
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This is what I've got so far. Let me know if it needs more development. If I missed the deadline though, It's cool if you pass on it. quote:Yayoi Gotokuji - late 20's quote:Aspects So Icey Seifuku fucked around with this message at 15:52 on Apr 5, 2014 |
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Apr 2, 2014 06:34
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I'm not gonna bother changing up Eve. She probably just ended up drifting there, she seems the type. Something something heiress IDK
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Apr 2, 2014 07:43
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And you're in right before the buzzer. No new apps will be accepted after this post. It's gonna be hard enough as it is.
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Apr 2, 2014 08:07
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Character creation rules are up. I've got Shogeton and Valhawk marked as still working on their applications, and Swags, Indigo Cephalopods and Drakenel still due to put one in. Did I miss anyone? Edit And some of the demon rules are up, too (including the basics of Evoking, Persona-style demon-as-a-JJBA-stand). girl dick energy fucked around with this message at 03:13 on Apr 3, 2014 |
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Apr 2, 2014 23:51
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I've finished with the background and answers to the other questions. I'd welcome any feedback or questions.
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Is there any issue or comment on what I have created so far? I just want to make sure that there are no holes in the fluff before I move onto the more crunchy aspects of my character.
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I could use a bit of guidance beep boop see next page. tithin fucked around with this message at 09:20 on Apr 3, 2014 |
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 This Journal Belongs To: Takeba I know I don't use this thing very much, probably because *They* bought it for me, but some a lot of poo poo's happened lately and I feel the need to put it down in words. I'm worried that someone who might try to hurt me for who I am might hurt Hanako instead. I mean, it's kind of considered bad form to risk someone's life after they pick you up out of the streets your parents kicked you out onto. She's such a great friend, too, helping me out with coming to terms with everything and working up the courage to come out to people. Sure, coming out didn't work that well with my parents, but Hanako was there for that too! I think having someone who actually cares about me as I am is the only thing keeping me going right now. I always hoped my parents would feel the same way once I opened up to them about who I really am and how I feel. I didn't understand what the man with the contract said I'd pay with my "home", but I guess that's what happens with contracts. Always read the fine print, right? I didn't realize just how much having my parents' totally unconditional love mattered to me until it was no longer unconditional. It wasn't the first time I had seen the man before. I saw him for the first time as a little kid, when mom took me to the park for the first time. I just sorta saw him way off in the distance, watching the park. Everytime I went to that park, he would be somewhere, watching. I never thought he was anyone special, just some old man who liked to hang out at a public park. The memories I have of seeing him that are most prominent are the ones that involve the events dealing with figuring out all my sexual and gender identity poo poo. The time I met Hanako and said for the first time that I wished I had been born like her, the time she brought me a dress that I could wear myself, I just have to wonder if all this was worth it. Hope this is okay.
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Hunt11 posted:Is there any issue or comment on what I have created so far? I just want to make sure that there are no holes in the fluff before I move onto the more crunchy aspects of my character. It's dark as gently caress. I love it.
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