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electrumicity) wrote2009-12-31 01:37 am
electrumicity) wrote2009-12-31 01:37 am
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Ami.
ilu.
Was going through our old James/Gabriel RP more.
TheyWitheredAll (5:47:02 PM): ((Ok, ok, seriously, good idea. I wrote it up a while ago and it's long, so. xD))
SnowFairyTifa (5:47:44 PM): ((Ok XD))
TheyWitheredAll (5:48:16 PM): -Yawn again.- Hn...well...since we have the extra time...there is something I feel we should discuss.
TheyWitheredAll (5:48:36 PM): ((Next post'll be it. Yep. xD))
SnowFairyTifa (5:48:47 PM): ((Alright.))
SnowFairyTifa (5:49:08 PM): .........er, discuss? ....This isn't the "maybe we should just be friends" talk, is it?
TheyWitheredAll (5:50:05 PM): No, no. It is merely something I feel I should let you know. -A pause, a bit of a deep breath, and he continued.- This is a tale explaining the manner in which my way of life was rotated along a Y axis until it reached a position roughly 180 degrees from that which it started. If I could have 60 seconds of your time, simply place your posterior in the selected location and I will relate to you the details of how I was made the male monarch of the district of the City of Los Angeles, California commonly referred to as Bel-Air. (coordinates 34.08333 -118.44778)
In the western region of the “City of Brotherly Love” known as Philadelphia my mother expelled me from her womb and indeed that is also where I spent my childhood in my mother’s care. The majority of my time was spent in a recreational area containing such diversions as a jungle gym, swing set, sand box, etc. I was typically at the height of leisure while frequently at a temperature slightly below what might be considered standard room temperature.
Outside of my educational institution I was engaging in a game of basketball with some of my friends when a couple of gentlemen who seemed to be of the disposition to cause a great deal of mischief began causing a great deal of chaos and disharmony in the area in which I lived.
I was involved in one rather small bout of fisticuffs after which my mother became concerned for my general safety and well-being and she informed me that I would be moving in with her sister and her sister’s husband in the previously mentioned community of Bel-Air.
I puckered my lips and exhaled forcefully to produce a shrill note in order to gain the attention of a taxicab driver, and as the driver approached, I observed his California vanity plate which in place of the traditional jumble of alpha-numeric characters, used only the letters F, R, E, S, and H, spelling out the word “fresh,” and from his rearview mirror dangled a pair of oversized, fur-covered cubes decorated to look like the six-sided dice commonly used in gambling and board games. In such a situation I could have made a statement about the unusualness of this particular taxicab to the point of it being nearly unique; instead I cogitatively decided against it and instead informed the driver that he should deliver me to what was to become my new home in the community of Bel-Air.
We pulled up to a large domicile sometime between the hours of 7 and 8 o’clock, and in a loud tone of voice, I informed the cab driver that at some undetermined point in the future I would again detect his odor through my sense of olfaction.
I gazed about the region of land that I was destined to rule, reflecting on my arrival where I would claim my rightful place upon the throne, from which I would govern the community of Bel-Air as monarch. ...Interesting, no?
TheyWitheredAll (5:50:08 PM): ((:D))
SnowFairyTifa (5:50:15 PM): ((I'm leaving. Goodbye.))
ilu.
Was going through our old James/Gabriel RP more.
TheyWitheredAll (5:47:02 PM): ((Ok, ok, seriously, good idea. I wrote it up a while ago and it's long, so. xD))
SnowFairyTifa (5:47:44 PM): ((Ok XD))
TheyWitheredAll (5:48:16 PM): -Yawn again.- Hn...well...since we have the extra time...there is something I feel we should discuss.
TheyWitheredAll (5:48:36 PM): ((Next post'll be it. Yep. xD))
SnowFairyTifa (5:48:47 PM): ((Alright.))
SnowFairyTifa (5:49:08 PM): .........er, discuss? ....This isn't the "maybe we should just be friends" talk, is it?
TheyWitheredAll (5:50:05 PM): No, no. It is merely something I feel I should let you know. -A pause, a bit of a deep breath, and he continued.- This is a tale explaining the manner in which my way of life was rotated along a Y axis until it reached a position roughly 180 degrees from that which it started. If I could have 60 seconds of your time, simply place your posterior in the selected location and I will relate to you the details of how I was made the male monarch of the district of the City of Los Angeles, California commonly referred to as Bel-Air. (coordinates 34.08333 -118.44778)
In the western region of the “City of Brotherly Love” known as Philadelphia my mother expelled me from her womb and indeed that is also where I spent my childhood in my mother’s care. The majority of my time was spent in a recreational area containing such diversions as a jungle gym, swing set, sand box, etc. I was typically at the height of leisure while frequently at a temperature slightly below what might be considered standard room temperature.
Outside of my educational institution I was engaging in a game of basketball with some of my friends when a couple of gentlemen who seemed to be of the disposition to cause a great deal of mischief began causing a great deal of chaos and disharmony in the area in which I lived.
I was involved in one rather small bout of fisticuffs after which my mother became concerned for my general safety and well-being and she informed me that I would be moving in with her sister and her sister’s husband in the previously mentioned community of Bel-Air.
I puckered my lips and exhaled forcefully to produce a shrill note in order to gain the attention of a taxicab driver, and as the driver approached, I observed his California vanity plate which in place of the traditional jumble of alpha-numeric characters, used only the letters F, R, E, S, and H, spelling out the word “fresh,” and from his rearview mirror dangled a pair of oversized, fur-covered cubes decorated to look like the six-sided dice commonly used in gambling and board games. In such a situation I could have made a statement about the unusualness of this particular taxicab to the point of it being nearly unique; instead I cogitatively decided against it and instead informed the driver that he should deliver me to what was to become my new home in the community of Bel-Air.
We pulled up to a large domicile sometime between the hours of 7 and 8 o’clock, and in a loud tone of voice, I informed the cab driver that at some undetermined point in the future I would again detect his odor through my sense of olfaction.
I gazed about the region of land that I was destined to rule, reflecting on my arrival where I would claim my rightful place upon the throne, from which I would govern the community of Bel-Air as monarch. ...Interesting, no?
TheyWitheredAll (5:50:08 PM): ((:D))
SnowFairyTifa (5:50:15 PM): ((I'm leaving. Goodbye.))