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Post by wright knox on Aug 31, 2013 20:03:30 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true]Everything I Do Never Enough For You  Wright slowly drifted out of the hotel he was staying at on his travels. His buckles were a spit shiny. He felt so good. He stretched his gloves and swiftly cracked his neck. He started feeling like a good cocoa rush to add to this GOLDEN day. He smirked and reached inside his pocket where he kept his chilled chocolate. He started feeling around and then it struck his face. He face was just stopped in motion, his eyebrows were raised,teeth grinding, and the lip raised; eyes widen. In shock he ran out of his chocolate ...sweet...delight..crunchy....smooth I mean bar. He started looking around for a local candy shop. His face still being in motion she drifted across the streets. Still buckles shining and leather looking glossy and chill despite a sunny day it was breezy ... a tad. Wright was about to lose his mind. You can hear the crackle of gravel underneath his leather boots as he strides across karakura town. He was dieing slowly... the inside was tearing out and just PUKING! God. This was a depressing time for Wright. No matter what he does he cant find the candy shop near his hotel. He was goners he didn't want to walk downtown... that's where the flith lives and his mind was gold. He cant be tainted. GOOD LORD SOMEONE HELP ME! He dropped to his knees getting his pants dirty. People started to look at this strange kid on the ground begging for help. Everyone thought he was crazy. They kept moving along. Giving strange looks. Wright dropped his head, sun blaring through his ruffled hair. Wright was about to give up. There was so many chocolate delights he hasn't tasted. Chocolate Ants, Armiadallo, Cheese... EVERYTHING GONE AND NO HOPE! Notes:: --- Words:: ---
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Post by Sorin Vasile on Aug 31, 2013 21:26:15 GMT -5
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{ still in love with judas, baby,
When he comes to me, I am ready, I'll wash his feet with my hair if he needs. Forgive him when his tongue lies through his brain. Even after three times, he betrays me, I'll bring him down, bring him down, down, a king with no crown, king with no crown . |
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 140px; border-left: #7E6F8C solid 6px;]TAGS Sorin, Wright WORDS 464 STATS HAN: 19 REI: 19 HAK: 15 SEI: 20 BUK: 15 HOH: 10 NOTES I'm not even sure what to change the lyrics to... don't judge his character on these lyrics.... although i think he likes this song. | [atrb=style,background-color: #d4d4d4; width: 308px;] Sorin was walking around, trying his best to blend in with the crowd. He held his camera up at shoulders length, ready to take a picture of anything he found suspicious. Or anything in general. People would pay crazy amounts for a good picture of a bird, and he was willing to do whatever paid. He looked around for places that anything interesting might be happening, but wasn't sure what interesting could be considered as. He was bored out of his mind without much of anything to do. The area was surprisingly peaceful, whcih would be great for some. However peaceful also meant nothing was happening. That meant he had no reason to be there.
It was times like these where he wished he was back in Lithuania, where he'd at least be able to enjoy the silence of his own home, instead of having to listen to whoever was next to him in his hotel room having sex each and every night. But he didn't want to think too much on that. He was out of the hotel for a reason, and that was to go back having achieved something. Although today seemed like it would be a bust. He'd travel back without getting anything accomplished, making his entire trip to Japan worthless.
He sighed and continued to look for things to quell his boredom, when he head someone scream for help. Sorin was sure he was the only one to rush to the scene, while everyone else gave glares or odd looks to the source of the yelling. However Sorin knew better than to ignore the cries of help. That always was a way for something interesting to happen. He found the source, which was a young man, who looked to be around his age. What could an adult possibly need help with? He stood near the man who was on his knees, and took a picture of him.
He poked the man with his foot, not in a rude way but to make sure he got his attention "How may I service you?" He tried to make his question as understandable as possible, unsure if the man was mentally deficient or not. He was a grown man on his knees begging for help. Perhaps he lost his mother or father, or was lost himself. Sorin knew it was best to not question one's mental capabilities out loud, so he kept his thoughts to himself. He was a classy guy, and classy guys didn't walk around asking others if they were retarded or not. No, he was far too above that. He decided it would be easiest to just judge how he spoke with him. He could just be an eccentric genius, but there was no way to tell.
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