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Post by Ape on Aug 4, 2010 20:24:10 GMT -5
*sigh* So here I am all by my lonesome, waiting for Pinata to tell me I have nice tits and that he wants to stalk me, but nooo oooooo. I see how it is. C'mon Pinata, I'd do the same for you! > Nova: Ha, I remember the blue lips pictures! Because, ummm, I thought you looked familiar and were a fellow Ohioan. Instead it was Rosy. Oh! Rosy, yes, you are an Ohian! You have to stalk me. Please. I never had a stalker all to my own self, and I don't want to stoop so low as to stalk myself just yet. I mean, I once chased myself in circles trying to scratch my back, but I don't think that counts...
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Post by Ape on Aug 4, 2010 20:12:59 GMT -5
When Professor Banks mentioned having a criminal record of his own, Rick was admittedly quite surprised. He knew college professors came from all sorts of places, they weren't all the annoying, snotty little cowards he knew in high school. He just didn't expect Somewhere deep in the recesses of Rick's convoluted little brain, he gained an ounce of respect for his teacher.
He wasn't going to back down though, if anything he was happy to meet a worthy challenger. But before he could respond, a young lady in front of him attempted to dismiss the issue after coughing delicately like a child. Rick knitted his brow until his forehead was sore while a boiling lake of molten anger boiled in his chest. He couldn't believe these people. He opened his mouth to spew forth his venomous hate...but it stopped on the tip of his tongue. He couldn't do it...he never could. He didn't know how to address women. They...confused him. He couldn't fight them and, he was always awkward and submissive around them. It was hopeless. He shifted his gaze around the room distractedly, glancing at the walls and windows, as the heat in his chest dissipated.
He looked up for a brief second and made eye-contact with Professor Banks. "...whatever," Rick muttered under his breath.
He lowered his head and stared at his desk, calmer than before, but still tense and uptight. He heard the girl behind him drinking from a water bottle, but he paid her no mind. He paid no mind to anyone. He just wanted to sit, and brood.
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Post by Ape on Aug 4, 2010 19:46:37 GMT -5
Oh, medical thrillers, I've been reading a lot of medical history and science lately. I leave me a good cholera outbreak, I do...
*Ahem* ...
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Post by Ape on Aug 4, 2010 5:37:05 GMT -5
Yes, I know, I hear it all the time. Nothing wrong with looking young, I suppose. When I'm 50 I'll still be looking 30 hopefully. Sounds good to me.
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Post by Ape on Aug 3, 2010 7:02:38 GMT -5
Ok, since I'm officially posting here I thought I'd drag my horrible pictures over as well. A short/shaggy hair comparison! Rawr, I know all the ladies' knees are weak and rubbery now, and their hearts are all a flutter (Errrr...probably because they are creeped out by my stalker-ish stare. Sorry!!)
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Post by Ape on Aug 2, 2010 19:06:49 GMT -5
As for books, I did finish one so I should post about it there. Hurray! What was it!? (Note: I've become a biblioholic. Be warned!)
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Post by Ape on Jul 30, 2010 19:41:22 GMT -5
I tried to talk him out of getting those implants, ladies, but he just wouldn't listen. *sigh* So...Pinata...can I touch them?
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Post by Ape on Jul 30, 2010 12:30:11 GMT -5
Rick was admittedly surprised the teacher had the wherewithal to actually respond. He was used to grown men stammering and stuttering as they try to think of a suitable way to react. Of course, the agression wasn't anything new. He had experienced it countless times, those in authority responding with anger. Teachers usually just threw him out of the class - their befuddled brain whirling uncontrollably as they try to cover their embarassment and recover an ounce of dignity. At least this guy had the balls to curse at him.
"You can insult me all you want, professor, though you might want to check my criminal record before you call me a coward. Regardless, you can't dispute my point."
Rick knew he wasn't doing himself any good. He could feel the ridicule already, he knew his classmates were rolling their eyes and laughing at him. Well, screw them. He didn't need anybody's approval or acceptance. He did fine by himself.
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Post by Ape on Jul 23, 2010 6:33:00 GMT -5
Rick wasn't exactly paying attention, he didn't have to, but as soon as he heard the professor ask a question he leapt, almost literally, to answer the question. Without raising his hand or giving any indication he was going to speak, he eagerly began his speech, "Nothing can subvert a myth, sir, because I don't think mythology can truly become 'established.' Myths are form-fitting to whoever tells the tale. They're campfire stories, passed down from generation to generation. Just because someone eventually wrote them down, doesn't mean that is the exact definition of the myth, but only that particular author's interpretation. Vampires aren't real, so there can't be any precise description of them, only what human imagination can create. So, really, there is no way to distort the picture of something that doesn't truly exist.
"However, to answer your question, it's sex, of course. Our current pop culture revolves entirely around sex, so that is our current representation of the myth. Lust and passion and lots of screwing. In the 80's when everyone was afraid of satanist cults they were devils. In the 40s and 50s, in the age of innocence, they were scary-looking monsters. I don't know if these are subversions, just never-ending iterations of an ethereal concept." Rick stared at the Mr. Banks in a challenging manner. "Now, you find me a real vampire, and maybe we can really see how far off we are from the truth" he said with a slight but clearly visible sneer.
Rick looked around the class, his fist still balled, daring someone to disagree.
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Post by Ape on Jul 21, 2010 18:38:05 GMT -5
Why did he always bother attending class? He could take the final right now and pass it anyway, so what was the point? This was going to be another long, boring year filled with numb-skull professors 'teaching' him the most mundane tripe every 10 year old already know.
Rick let out a sigh and left his book unopened when the professor asked to begin. Instead he pulled out his favorite book of poetry, A Boy's Will by Robert Frost, its pages worn and well-thumbed. It was his third copy and it was already crumbling from overuse. It always relaxed him. He knew every line, having spent countless hours gleaming over its magical words. He didn't need to read it, not anymore, he just flipped through it, and felt it's calming effects on his mind.
There was a girl behind him being pestered by some idiot blabbering about vampires or some such nonsense. If Rick wasn't such a loner maybe he would stick up for her, but why should he care? She probably liked the attention, doesn't everyone? They put up their walls and pretend to ride their high horse, playing coy and hard-to-get, while inside they're roiling with the excitement of another person's courtship, however clumsy it may be. Rick shook his head in annoyance.
He realized his jaw was clinched and his fists were balled. "I guess Robert Frost isn't doing the trick today," he thought. He glanced casually and, hopefully, subtly over his shoulder and saw the girl. If she was pretending to not enjoy the kid's conversation, she was certainly a good actor. Rick didn't know why people put up with that, he'd have broken the guy's nose by now if he was in her shoes.
Rick took off his worn and faded leather jacket, dropped it casually to the floor without any care for how dirty it was, and leaned back in his chair. A tiny, minuscule portion of the tattoo on his arm became visible. He was normally very careful to hide it, but his frustration, unfounded as they may have been, were tugging to heavily on his attention to give a crap.
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Post by Ape on Jul 20, 2010 17:43:47 GMT -5
Speaking of getting going, Pinata, why haven't you visited the lowly Conclave? I've read some 60+ books since you last posted in whichever-month-it-was late in 2009, and you don't know a single one of them! Why, this is unacceptable. Not knowing this crucial information could cause gaps in your all-knowing knowledgies, holes in your brain where little brain-critters can nest and give you brain-critter-itis. I hear people who have that can't get erections. Better hurry! (Seriously though, no reason to bother with all the books I've read in the past (54 so far this year! ) but I do miss your book-related banter...even though my tastes have changed dramatically since last year (much more science nonfiction and literature, I'm afraid!)
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Post by Ape on Jul 18, 2010 10:40:39 GMT -5
Lol! Agree with all! I live in the HEART of rural Ohio. On a dairy farm. The "town" I live in doesn't even have a stop light and takes five minutes to drive to. The nearest Wal-Mart? Half hour drive. Out town is growing, we got our own Wal-Mart and everything! But I know what you mean. I'm in about central/slightly-southeast Ohio. It's a pretty small town here (The Library makes me sad, it's so puny) and it's a 10 minute drive just to get to the dratted thing! Oddly, I'm only 40 minutes from Columbus, I think I just live in a pothole in between all the big cities.
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Post by Ape on Jul 16, 2010 15:39:56 GMT -5
Hurray for cows and cornfields, NASCAR and Budweiser, overly large tires on overly large trucks, with Taz the Tasmanian devil mudflaps and mudflap girl bumper stickers! Hurray for flannel shirts, carhartt jackets, timberland boots, and really low IQs! Celebratory confetti for all! Just don't get any in the potatoes... (Note to self: Get out of Ohio as soon as possible.)
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Post by Ape on Jul 10, 2010 18:41:36 GMT -5
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Post by Ape on Jul 10, 2010 7:47:48 GMT -5
Name: Rick Waddell Gender/Race: White male Age: 21 Weapon of choice: Switchblade. He owns a colt revolver from the mid-1800's he bought because he thought it was cool, but he doesn't carry ammo for it. Paranormal experience: None, Rick is a fierce skeptic. Skills: He fought a lot in high school, so he's good with his fists.
Appearance: Rick was born 60 years after his time. He walks around looking like a prototypical "greaser" from the 50's. He has slicked back hair and can always be found wearing a leather jacket, dark blue jeans, and a pair of combat boots. Beneath the leather jacket he almost always wear a plain black shirt, half of which have their sleeves torn off. He has a tattoo on his right arm that he usually keeps hidden.
Personality: Rick is, well, a jerk. He's rude to almost everyone and he has a tendency to think he is better than everyone else. Despite his outer "tough guy" appearance, he's an avid reader and academic and he thinks he is smarter than everyone around him. He thinks he's smarter than all his teachers and, to be honest, it's not always untrue. He's usually very quiet because he thinks conversing with the idiots around him is a waste of his time, but it's rare that he won't seize an opportunity to prove someone wrong or make someone look stupid. Maybe this arrogance is what got him in so many fights in high school. Maybe he's just a victim of his own out-of-control wit, and maybe he was always just defending himself. Or, maybe he's just a jerk and a bully.
History: He was a promising child, perfectly obedient and always the top of his class in his childhood. Most likely, all this attention started getting to his head, and by the time he was in high school he had a reputation of being an obnoxious smart aleck. The teachers grew irritated when he would prove them wrong in class and his classmates quickly grew tired of making them all look bad, Rick got the idea and began distancing himself from all of them. His parents also grew weary of his antics and Rick quickly began to distance himself from them as well. Without friends, it wasn't long before he started getting suspended from school for fighting all the time. By the time he somehow managed to graduate (near the top of the class, despite missing more school days than attending) he could be found walking around in his leather jackets and greased-back hair, with a sneer on his face a bad attitude.
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