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Post by Wess Cooper on Feb 12, 2013 23:35:35 GMT -6
==> SK8TR BOY: Introduce youself
[/center] Eh? Oh yeah sure. Just give you a second. Your mouth's kind of filled to the brim with Wheaties right now. They're having some rad pool party inside your mouth. You let a bit too many guests in though unfortunately, so the milk is starting to dribble out of the sides of your mouth. Totally not attractive, but no bigs. The only person within ten miles was your GODSIS, and you don't think a little milky overflow would be enough to damage your relationship any. Also please don't call you "SK8TR BOY". You don't really skate all that much, really. Morph that into something like "BOARDER FREAK" or something and then you got a dank nickname. ==> BOARDER FREAK: State name [/center] Your name's WESS COOPER, and you're the faithful guardian to one ADRI COOPER. You hobbies include X-TREME SPORTS, WINTER ACTIVITIES, and increasing your already rather large collection of REALISTIC ANIMAL HEADS. Oh sorry, mang. That's all you're getting out of this cool fella. You ain't no kid who likes to ramble on in multi-paragraph expository about their likes and dislikes. You're a grown ma--....tttttchahahahaha! You can't even complete that thought without internally cracking up. If you were considered a "man" then you feel mighty bad for society. While you may not be a man, but you certainly ain't no kid either. ==> WESS: Call GODSIS [/center] Yeah, chicka's late. She should have been down here by now. WESS: oi! adri!
WESS: hurry up or ya flakes'll get all mushy and nasty
WESS: ain't nothing worse than losing the crunch [/spoiler] ==> WESS: Adorn horse head [/center] You look over to the horse head mask staring longingly at you from across the table. You always have it sit there when Adri isn't at the table. Gives you company, y'know? but still...you always wondered how it felt, to be so close and yet still so far away from that grimy heart of yours. You almost feel bad in a way. It's almost as if you can see the pain in those glossy, hand painted eyes. It's calling to you, begging, begging to be loved. Begging for a chance to gently brush against those short, soft locks of yours and feel at home, as though it has purpose. You are not the kind of guy to deny such rights to any creature, especially not one as beautiful as this. ==> WESS: Empathize with animal
[/center] It like you finally understand now. Now that you're wearing this rubber recreation of the actual bust of the horse, it's like you can empathize with every other equine forced into a life of domestication and service to the man. Except...no. You're not quite there yet. You just need to... ==> WESS: Muzzleplant into cereal bowl [/center] Perfect. [/font][/blockquote] |
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Post by ADRI COOPER on Feb 13, 2013 2:34:14 GMT -6
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true]==> Usher in the age of Adri.You would more than love to do that, make a full blown prologue worthy of making it's way to theater and making all those 'dollar bills yo' but alas poor Yorick is currently two zee's too deep into slumber- you being Yorick of course. This dream has some IMPORTANT CRAP going on that you gotta solve or ain't nothing gonna get done; by which you mean a lot of nothing is happening because you don't do dreams. Or rather dreams don't do you, because you would totally welcome dreams with open arms but they're rather elusive. Either way you want your sleep so come back later. ==> Be awoken by your GODBRO's call.You will do no such thing ever. Your bed will swallow you alive before you willingly wake up. ==> x2 Wake up combo!You are awoken, unwillingly you reaffirm in case any memory losses have occurred in the last milliseconds, by the other members of your family; EPIPHANY and QUIESCENT. The former licks your hand while the later attempts to suffocate you with his fur ridden body draped across your face. You are sure this is exactly what it means to drown as that would explain your flailing reaction and totally graceful fall from the safety of your bed. Thankfully no animals were harmed in the making of this movement. ==> Go downstairs.You let out a sigh but Epiphany mistakes it for a 'give me doggy kisses' motion and you find yourself trying to preform mad escape skills. Your foot is still caught in the blankets so the result is messy but thankfully slobber free. After you collect yourself and grab your hat you give her a loving pat on her head so she doesn't have any hurt feelings. You love her a lot but DOGGY KISSES after waking up is just too much. You decide your trek to the kitchen is ample time to get that INTRODUCTION out of the way. Your name is ADRI COOPER, GODSIS to your quirky GODBRO. You live up in CANADA EH and actually do enjoy MAPLE SYRUP thanks for asking. Your interests tend to be the more abstract of things like SOCIETY and an umbrella term you will now coin SAP. SAP standing for SOCIOLOGY, ANTHROPOLOGY, and of course PSYCHOLOGY. Generally you're looked at like you're crazy for your interests but you really love learning all about SOCIAL SCIENTISTS at your own leisure. You especially love JANE GOODALL and all her works but you will thankfully change the subject before you lose track of everything and start spewing out quotes. You also get into a fair bit of GAMING, MEDICINE and GARDENING, the former being a passion of yours while the other two are fleeting interests. You also love ANIMALS as seen with the DALMATIAN beside you and the FERRET in your pocket. Of course you think your GODBRO beats you in that department. ==> Examine kitchen.You really want to be looking around but your attention is on your GODBRO and his antics. You usually find him in similar situations, and tend to assume the worst but you won't today. Today you will march right past your GODBRO who could be drowning in milk and just get the damn animals fed. ==> Wearily glance at GODBRO.Your glance quickly evolves into a stare. You wonder if he can breathe. NO, you are not doing this again. You are a grown girl who can understand that your GODBRO can take care of himself. ==> HE COULD BE DEAD!Your paranoia increases exponentially and your heart is going crazy, but you WILL NOT do this again. You are past this. You will succeed at least once. You reach for the cupboards to get food for Quiescent. ==> HOW CAN YOU JUST LET HIM DIE?You are not doing- [style=width: 350px; background: #eeeeee; border: 1px dashed #808080; color: 5c83a9; font-weight: bold; font-family: courier; font-size: 12px; text-align: left; padding: 15px;]ADRI: godbro? |
[/spoiler] You press your fingers against his wrist and feel a heart beat. SEE?! Now you've gone and made a fool of yourself for the ninety thousandth time. ADRI: (ughhhhh too early for crazy)
ADRI: good morning You do just that, pulling your hat down a little further in an attempt to hide your blush. You know it doesn't work despite your fussing.[/center][/style][/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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Post by Wess Cooper on Mar 16, 2013 18:45:47 GMT -6
==> WESS: Contemplate the meaning of life
[/center] It's only at moments like this that, these moments of complete openness and equine understanding, that your mind was clear and vulnerable enough to think about such an existential topic...or when you're completely blazed. Tchehe, oh man. Were you ever the prophet when you've had a good bowl. You basically gave that shit up when Adri came into your care though. Now, it's all just a foggy, often times hilarious, memory. Wait. Weren't you supposed to be...? ==> WESS: Hear GODSIS descend [/center] Oh, dank! She actually got up. Though, it probably had nothing to do with your weak call up the stairs. That crazy weasel was probably the cause of sleeping beauty's rising. You ain't gonna complain though. You had mad respect for that rodent and spots. This wasn't the first time they've saved you a trip up the stairs to wake your GODSIS up. You're sure she'd much rather have them wake her up anyways. You never did anything the conventional way. Despite hearing your sister though, you're not about to move. Neigh. You decide to make this into a test, oh yes. Let's see if she passes. ==> WESS: Feign death [/center] You are an ACTOR after all, even if it's one of your closet skills. You go limp and let your arms sprawl out across the table, your muzzle still bowl-deep in milk. You also slow your breathing down so that she wouldn't be able to see your chest rise and fall beneath your thick vest. You hear her soft footsteps enter the kitchen, and you smirk from under the mask. You know she's going to check on you. She can't resist. She's so totally concerned about you, even if this happens almost daily she still can't help but check on you. In three...two...one... ==> [/center] SCORE! Tack another one up on the godsisterly love chart! She still adores you.~ After an internal gushing over your victory, you decide it's time to finally get your head out of the bowl. You do so, and remove the horse head to place it on the table in front of you, shooting a pretty dorky smile over towards your GODSIS. WESS: mornin sunshine
WESS: welcome to the waking world!
WESS: it greets ya with soggy corn flakes [/spoiler] ==> WESS: Examine mess on table
[/center] Oops. Your shenanigans have created quite the hodgepodge of milk and flakes on the table. You better clean this up. Ain't nothin' classy about a milky table. WESS: mind throwing me some tish while you're over there too?
WESS: so...
WESS: anything interesting happen over in dreamland during last night's visit? [/spoiler] [/font][/blockquote] |
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