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Feb. 19th, 2009 11:57 am( Narration, woo. )
Boss. Heads up. I'm swappin' Dragon Rage out for Sunny Day. Bulba, I think you know what that means.
So where the hell are these things we're s'posed to go stomp? I ain't scared of 'em, and I'm ready as I'll ever be. It's the waitin' I can't stand. When I'm lookin' to kick ass, I ain't lookin' to kick ass three weeks from next Tuesday. I'm lookin' to kick it now!
Boss. Heads up. I'm swappin' Dragon Rage out for Sunny Day. Bulba, I think you know what that means.
So where the hell are these things we're s'posed to go stomp? I ain't scared of 'em, and I'm ready as I'll ever be. It's the waitin' I can't stand. When I'm lookin' to kick ass, I ain't lookin' to kick ass three weeks from next Tuesday. I'm lookin' to kick it now!
Writer's Block: Half a Glass
Feb. 9th, 2009 10:14 pm[Error: unknown template qotd]Pessimism and realism are the same thing, and optimism's just another word for bein' a moron.
Gee, ain't these writer's block things fun?
'Ey, Casper. I ain't the type for candlelit dinners and long walks on rocky beaches. What do you say we stay in for Valentine's? We can rent some movies, play some games, somethin' like that. I doubt Genny'll have any plans for Valentine's besides sobbin' into his pillow, but I can kick him out for the evenin'.
( Filtered to students only -- he called in a favour (possibly from Slowpoke) to get help making this unhackable. )
Gee, ain't these writer's block things fun?
'Ey, Casper. I ain't the type for candlelit dinners and long walks on rocky beaches. What do you say we stay in for Valentine's? We can rent some movies, play some games, somethin' like that. I doubt Genny'll have any plans for Valentine's besides sobbin' into his pillow, but I can kick him out for the evenin'.
( Filtered to students only -- he called in a favour (possibly from Slowpoke) to get help making this unhackable. )
Writer's Block: Seven
Feb. 6th, 2009 01:32 am[Error: unknown template qotd]Sins? Pffft. That ain't nothin' but instinct. All livin' things are the same. They wanna live, and they wanna screw.
That's all those things are. Tryin' to make your life as comfortable as possible so you have a better chance of survivin', and smearin' your genes all over the place.
I don't see why everyone's all ashamed of 'em.
That's all those things are. Tryin' to make your life as comfortable as possible so you have a better chance of survivin', and smearin' your genes all over the place.
I don't see why everyone's all ashamed of 'em.
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Jan. 28th, 2009 04:33 pmThere's a Jigglypuff here now, I guess. If yesterday is any indication.
Protip, buddy: if you're gonna sing, then make sure none of the people you're singin' to have flames stuck to their ass.
Incidentally, repair-dudes? That big charred spot in the hall in the boy dorms has absolutely nothin' to do with me and you can't prove otherwise.
Protip, buddy: if you're gonna sing, then make sure none of the people you're singin' to have flames stuck to their ass.
Incidentally, repair-dudes? That big charred spot in the hall in the boy dorms has absolutely nothin' to do with me and you can't prove otherwise.
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Jan. 24th, 2009 11:04 amWho gives a shit if people are leavin'? The less people are around to mess with me, the closer I am to ownin' these halls. Now if only Genny would get the hint and jump on the dropout wagon. I ain't had a room to myself in ages.
You doin' alright, Eyebrows? I know Rawk wasyour waifu a good buddy of yours. We can go out and get smashed sometime.
( Just thoughts, unhackable level 4 )
You doin' alright, Eyebrows? I know Rawk was
( Just thoughts, unhackable level 4 )
A CUNNING PLAN
Jan. 15th, 2009 02:34 pm*Charmeleon? Genderbent? Not bloody likely. His strategy: spend half the time in pokeform, because Charmeleons don't have sexual dimorphism. When pokeform's not practical? His shirts still fit, even if they're a bit baggy. Some bandages from his first aid kit take care of his two most prominent problems. It's not exactly comfy, but he'll suck it up. And... okay, he may have needed to ask Nyx for some pants to borrow, because his are too narrow in the hips. Either way, THIS DISGUISE IS FLAWLESS. If anyone says otherwise, THEY WILL GET PUNCHED. And Char has no reservations about hitting below the belt now.*
((I'm going with IMs because Char's probably not good enough with computers to make his entries airtight, and he's being careful with this one. Parcel, if you don't want Fang involved then I can remove him. Also I can edit this so his cheesy AIM username is whatever you want it to be XD))
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kerosenedream: Alright, guys. The plan? Give Her Royal Spaziness somethin' to really whine about.
kerosenedream: Step one: Dimentio, here's where we need you. Do your fancy magic shit and warp yourself into Daisy's room. Unlock it and let us in. You got gloves, so if Daisy's batshit enough to dust for prints or somethin', she won't find none.
kerosenedream: Step two: Once we're in, we take the flowerpots the scrubs are nappin' in. Swap 'em out with empty flowerpots, spill 'em, scatter some dirt around.
kerosenedream: We dump the shredded lettuce, maybe leave behind a few splatters of Thousand Island and a bacon bit or two.
kerosenedream: Step three, we cart the shrubs off someplace for safekeepin' for a couple days. Enough to make her sweat.
kerosenedream: We've all got each other covered for an alibi. We'll just say we were someplace in the city or in my room or somethin'.
kerosenedream: All we need is to pick a time to do it and find somewhere to store the scrubs. Rasputin and Darkfyre'd probably eat 'em, and I dunno about Fearow.
kerosenedream: So what do you guys think?
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kerosenedream: Alright, guys. The plan? Give Her Royal Spaziness somethin' to really whine about.
kerosenedream: Step one: Dimentio, here's where we need you. Do your fancy magic shit and warp yourself into Daisy's room. Unlock it and let us in. You got gloves, so if Daisy's batshit enough to dust for prints or somethin', she won't find none.
kerosenedream: Step two: Once we're in, we take the flowerpots the scrubs are nappin' in. Swap 'em out with empty flowerpots, spill 'em, scatter some dirt around.
kerosenedream: We dump the shredded lettuce, maybe leave behind a few splatters of Thousand Island and a bacon bit or two.
kerosenedream: Step three, we cart the shrubs off someplace for safekeepin' for a couple days. Enough to make her sweat.
kerosenedream: We've all got each other covered for an alibi. We'll just say we were someplace in the city or in my room or somethin'.
kerosenedream: All we need is to pick a time to do it and find somewhere to store the scrubs. Rasputin and Darkfyre'd probably eat 'em, and I dunno about Fearow.
kerosenedream: So what do you guys think?
Because Char is a merciless beast.
Jan. 7th, 2009 03:30 pm'Ey, Giant Rattata Fang.
After Princess Daisy went all apeshit on your ass, she said somethin' about takin' advantage of her?
Care to shed a little light on that? I have a hard time believin' anybody would exploit that.
After Princess Daisy went all apeshit on your ass, she said somethin' about takin' advantage of her?
Care to shed a little light on that? I have a hard time believin' anybody would exploit that.
Secret Santa gift!
Jan. 5th, 2009 06:38 pm*Sitting outside Daisy's dorm, neatly wrapped in bright yellow wrapping paper with a big white bow on top, is a present. The tag says nothing more than "To: Princess Daisy, Didi, and Schitzo. From: Guess who."*
( What's inside? )
*Charmeleon also gummed her lock again. Just in case she couldn't guess who it was from.*
( What's inside? )
*Charmeleon also gummed her lock again. Just in case she couldn't guess who it was from.*
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Dec. 30th, 2008 02:25 amI ain't too big on holidays, but... eh, I guess Christmas was pretty nice. Guess I'd better start workin' on that resolution, huh? Maybe I'll resolve to turn over a new leaf an' start respectin' others.
Or maybe I'll resolve to learn how to vomit rainbows. That seems a lot likelier.
( Private to Vivian, unhackable level 4 )
( Char started writing a letter, got frustrated, ended up burning it. Unhackable, since it was destroyed. :V )
Or maybe I'll resolve to learn how to vomit rainbows. That seems a lot likelier.
( Private to Vivian, unhackable level 4 )
( Char started writing a letter, got frustrated, ended up burning it. Unhackable, since it was destroyed. :V )
Merry whatever.
Dec. 21st, 2008 11:54 pm( Christmas Gifts. Woo. [Team Green, Eyebrows, Rawk, Casper, Biomech, Genny and Daisy] ) Hey... Bulba, Blastoise. You guys noticed somethin' missin' this Christmas?
I say the three of us haul ass back to Kanto and drag Green outta Viridian Gym. It's a sad, sad day when the guy's Charmeleon is spendin' more time gettin' an education than he is.
I say the three of us haul ass back to Kanto and drag Green outta Viridian Gym. It's a sad, sad day when the guy's Charmeleon is spendin' more time gettin' an education than he is.
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Dec. 18th, 2008 05:13 pmMistletoe. Huh.
I ever tell you guys about Charmeleon Christmas traditions? Yeah, we have one where if you ain't hot, then instead of a kiss I punch you in the throat.
I hope that you'll all respect my culture.
I ever tell you guys about Charmeleon Christmas traditions? Yeah, we have one where if you ain't hot, then instead of a kiss I punch you in the throat.
I hope that you'll all respect my culture.
Making preparations
Dec. 6th, 2008 01:15 amBulba, Blastoise... if you see Green, let 'im know I'm settin' out on a little trip tomorrow. I'll bring you guys back some... I dunno, sand or somethin'. Maybe.
Either of you got a potion handy, by the way? Probably gonna need it.
Genny... I know we just finished kickin' the shit outta each other, but I need you to look after Rasputin. He don't like bein' outside for too long now that it's cold, so he ain't huntin'. Make sure you feed him once before class and once when you get home. Meat's in the fridge. If I come back to a starvin' spider, everythin' else I've done to you before this will seem like a romp in a sunny meadow. We clear?
Either of you got a potion handy, by the way? Probably gonna need it.
Genny... I know we just finished kickin' the shit outta each other, but I need you to look after Rasputin. He don't like bein' outside for too long now that it's cold, so he ain't huntin'. Make sure you feed him once before class and once when you get home. Meat's in the fridge. If I come back to a starvin' spider, everythin' else I've done to you before this will seem like a romp in a sunny meadow. We clear?
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Nov. 27th, 2008 11:59 am( Char started writing this, but deleted it :V )
I'm thankful that my ass is on fire.
Hey, Casper. You got plans for tonight? Max asked the team over for dinner and I thought maybe you'd wanna join us.
I'm thankful that my ass is on fire.
Hey, Casper. You got plans for tonight? Max asked the team over for dinner and I thought maybe you'd wanna join us.
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Nov. 16th, 2008 07:23 pm( Private )
Don't think Rasputin's likin' the cold so much. He refuses to go outside and he keeps campin' out by my tail.
I've been feedin' him, but... I don't want him gettin' soft and forgettin' how to hunt. There's gotta be a way to make him earn his meals. This room's too cramped for him to be gettin' any exercise, too. It wasn't so bad when he was little, but... he ain't exactly little no more. I think he's about done growin', but... I really don't got any clue how big skulltulas get.
Can't go to the track since it's outside. Can't go to the pool 'cause I won't risk him drownin' when I can't even swim myself. Can't go to the gym 'cause I don't think I'm exactly welcome there, heh.
I'll think of somethin'. No spider of mine is gettin' fat and lazy.
Don't think Rasputin's likin' the cold so much. He refuses to go outside and he keeps campin' out by my tail.
I've been feedin' him, but... I don't want him gettin' soft and forgettin' how to hunt. There's gotta be a way to make him earn his meals. This room's too cramped for him to be gettin' any exercise, too. It wasn't so bad when he was little, but... he ain't exactly little no more. I think he's about done growin', but... I really don't got any clue how big skulltulas get.
Can't go to the track since it's outside. Can't go to the pool 'cause I won't risk him drownin' when I can't even swim myself. Can't go to the gym 'cause I don't think I'm exactly welcome there, heh.
I'll think of somethin'. No spider of mine is gettin' fat and lazy.
