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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 17.April.12, 11:14 PM | Message # 26 |
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| (and that's why I said 2376, everyone is watched and everyone is judged and some of the tiniest crimes they let slip but most are dealt with accordingly. How else do you think they chose the 300?)
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| Sunkern | Date: Tu, 17.April.12, 11:18 PM | Message # 27 |
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| (ok. Outcast like dylan then.)
Eric.
Eric!
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| Narutard | Date: Tu, 17.April.12, 11:21 PM | Message # 28 |
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 18.April.12, 1:17 AM | Message # 29 |
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| Name: Steve Terra
Age: (Between 13 and 18 years old) 15.
Gender: Male.
Appearance: He stands 5.5 feet, and is skinny, weighing in at 90 pounds. His skin is a pale white, he never got out much. It also burns easily. His eyes are green, and he has dirty brown hair, slightly shaggy. His normal attire consists of a pair of worn jeans, a purple shirt and a large, checkered orange jacket. His sneakers are in really old condition, dirty and thin, but he really doesn't seem to mind.
Items: Nothing but his clothing.
Bio: (Mandatory so that Ever may use it to chose her nine)At a young age his father was killed by illness, and his mother lost. He's lived alone, with the help and care of other people.
He currently lives in a small apartment with an elderly man.
His personality is shy. When coaxed out of his shell, he makes a good friend. He hates to upset anyone, and is hurt more by verbal and physical abuse than others. He is quick on his feet, and fast to react.
Extra: He is resistant to cold. In fact, he finds joy in it, the cold embrace of winter chilling him to the bone makes smile.
He also has a cat, Naru. She is just as resistant to the cold as he is. They are almost inseparable.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 18.April.12, 1:26 AM | Message # 30 |
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| (An elongated yellow fruit typically associated with primates and slapstick comedy.)
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| Narutard | Date: We, 18.April.12, 5:11 PM | Message # 31 |
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| (Even if he was resistent to cold it is to an extent, nobody but...(you will find out later)...was changed by radiation)
(But other than that accepted and I will start, THIRD PERSON MODE ACTIVATE!)
Ever walked up to the podium, gazing across the crowd of teens her age before her with an intense glare. "I start with a welcome, but that is the only positive thing you will meet here. Walking into this lab, feel privledged that you were chosen, but also understand that this will not be easy," She emphasized.
"This takes will, this takes determination, this takes strength of mind and body, it takes versatility. And of the people who stand around you now...nine of you will join me and the rest...I do not know. Prepare yourself, for we do not relent until our jobs are done!" She took one last look around the room before turning and walking off the stage.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 18.April.12, 5:18 PM | Message # 32 |
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| I stood ridged, my cat at my side.
What does she want us to do? She said it'll be tough...
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| Sunkern | Date: We, 18.April.12, 5:24 PM | Message # 33 |
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| Cody
I smirk.
Eric.
Eric!
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| Narutard | Date: We, 18.April.12, 5:28 PM | Message # 34 |
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| (Ever will kill arrogance and grind it into the dust, just saying. I'm being mean in this thread and holding character because Ever is a badass mother ****** who cares for her team but contradict her or act high and mighty and she WILL beat the crap out of you. So sorry if I hurt your feelings, but Ever is not going to change. Just thought I'd throw her personality our there)
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| Sunkern | Date: We, 18.April.12, 5:32 PM | Message # 35 |
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| (... it's just a smirk. two words you spent a paragraph on :I)
Eric.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 18.April.12, 6:02 PM | Message # 36 |
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| (no, I was reading back and realized I forgot to put personality in so I put it in. It wasn't a jab at you or anything :P)
Ever watched as they lined up to receive their room assignments, her eyes flickering as she browsed through the many profiles she had to analyze. Her lips parted in speech every now and this but none loud enough to hear.
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| Sunkern | Date: We, 18.April.12, 6:14 PM | Message # 37 |
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| (Oh ok. I thought it was. xD And it wasn't meant to be sarcastic or intimidating. It meant to be like a half smile)
Eric.
Eric!
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 18.April.12, 6:15 PM | Message # 38 |
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| (By room assignments, do you mean dorm rooms or challenge rooms / testing rooms? )
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| Sunkern | Date: We, 18.April.12, 6:17 PM | Message # 39 |
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| Cody
I tilt my head, listening.
Eric.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 18.April.12, 6:23 PM | Message # 40 |
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| (rooms they will reside in while their being tested and analyzed, basically dorms.
Pause for the rest of our members)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 18.April.12, 8:33 PM | Message # 41 |
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| (No offense, The wait is starting to kill me. Slowly.)
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| Sunkern | Date: We, 18.April.12, 8:42 PM | Message # 42 |
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| (Me too.
HNNNNG)
Eric.
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| Narutard | Date: We, 18.April.12, 8:48 PM | Message # 43 |
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| (Ey, be nice...we're waiting patiently or Ever's gonna go crazy on all your asses)
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| Sunkern | Date: We, 18.April.12, 8:50 PM | Message # 44 |
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| (ohshi-)
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 18.April.12, 8:50 PM | Message # 45 |
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| (...Convinced me.)
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 18.April.12, 8:53 PM | Message # 46 |
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| (Okay, I'll post, but please be patient with me I have liek 30 other threads to post on)
Cole:
I sighed, and sat in the dorm, waiting for school to start so I can just get it over with. After that, I'm heading to the firing range.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 18.April.12, 8:56 PM | Message # 47 |
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| (Okay, damn, I keep forgetting to explain everything. Now that you have been chosen, you will remain in the labs 24/7 and do what assignments you are given and the rest of the time you may relax in your dorm, the cafeteria, or the courtyard. You are dismissed from school and anything outside of what you are chosen for now and unless you don't get chosen, forever. So sorry Dillon...no school, no firing range, just tests and chatting and maybe some attempts to talk to Ever if she's feeling nice)
(Again, sorry)
Ever walked through the cafeteria to get her daily dinner specially made. She manuvered and weaved through the crowds with ease, never touching a person.
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| DepressedDuck | Date: We, 18.April.12, 9:00 PM | Message # 48 |
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| I was sitting at a table, eating the common food. Everyone was given the same thing. It tasted sweet, yet oddly, salty.
I noticed the lady who spoke to us walking through the crowd. I made a mental note to recognize her, and looked back to my food.
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| Dillon0909 | Date: We, 18.April.12, 9:00 PM | Message # 49 |
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| Cole:
I stared at the girl, my annoyance with even being here showing.
I love Spooky Crap :D
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| Narutard | Date: We, 18.April.12, 9:04 PM | Message # 50 |
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| As she arrived at the front of the line, cutting everyone, the ladies in charge smiled at Ever. Ever returned with a curt nod as she was handed a sealed bag. Without a word she turned and began to make her way back across the cafeteria.
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