ooc; just spotted some very very active drrr roleplayers. im so nervous im not ready to rp yet i just logged on to talk to myself but i just... i miss my old friends
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ooc; just spotted some very very active drrr roleplayers. im so nervous im not ready to rp yet i just logged on to talk to myself but i just... i miss my old friends
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Funny. Its funny to think it was funny.
His train of thought, even to himself, was beginning to take the shape of nonsense; however, the fault couldn't be given to his caffeine-driven conscience at its prime at 2 A.M.
I've never notice how much I was surrounded by soft yellow lighting.
The pure florescent rays of white ripped through his eyes. He was so caught up in himself, he failed to noticed it when he walked it.
Initially, there was a lot on his mind. Masaomi, mostly.
Once he sat down, made his order, and was left alone for 10 minutes: he forgot it all. He forgot to hold on to rationality, he forgot to control where his thoughts where going, he forgot to fix his face in a presentable fashion.
He became eaten by emotions. Sorrow, nostalgia, envy, remorse. It was like spinning wheel; they all gently took turns sinking into his flesh. He closed his mouth that was slightly hanging agape, and took a second sip of the scolding coffee.
ooc; i have a friend who i talk to more then i talk to myself and she left to panama for a month. i'm not gonna make it guys.
annnd psa: semi-hiatus
i want to announce my inactivity but i can't tell when i'll be on or not. i really want to get to my drafts though... i'm sick of seeing all 10 of them collect dust.
Whoops I haven't had internet access lately, so yepp. Plus, let's just say that every day is my nonbirthday... Except today. I'll be lurking around.
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D o l l a r s
A special gang that extended its territory online.
If Dollars was a Color Gang, its color would probably be “colorless” or “camouflage”. That was how Dollars blended itself into this city without boasting their omnipresence with colored attire. They communicate with each other via cell phone messages or the Internet.
Both were discreet ways of communication that made it hard to trace their real structure. Even the high school girl or the housewife you pass by on the street could be a Dollars member -” ♠
;online
friendly reminder: If you followed me first, you get a starter. Now for my drafts.
With a small smile, the blond leaned back so they'd both get comfortable. He made sure to be carefully to where he put his hands when he did, resting them right where the hip bones were. He then settled back down on Mikado's shoulder, mumbling something under his breath before closing his lids.
"Hm..?" He's failed to fix his severe case "I stayed up until 6am on the internet", so it came with the occasional dizziness that severed his ability to well... Function. Of course, he wouldn't make a fuss if the blonde refused to repeat what he said; Mikado just managed to savor the embrace.
Masaomi gave a small hum in agreement, letting his arm loop around his friend’s waist. Bringing closer for a gentle embrace. “It does.. Least I can still rely on yea’ hm?” He asked curiously, resting a chin on Mikado’s shoulder now.
“I don’t believe there is any other option.” It might have sounded cold out of context, but he wouldn’t have it any other way.
Masaomi let out a small, dry chuckle. Hoping it helped cover up a small sob in the process. Leaning forward a bit, he let out a huff and blew the candle out before slouching back. “Do you mind if we just stay like this, Mikado..?”
"Y-Yea..."
His eyes trailed the disappearing smoke, assuming his blurred vision was from the artificial fumes. The weight of his body pressed back, in hopes his conscious wouldn't bring up anything that would shatter the current image.
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{ Just googled it. It’s called Mikado yellow *v* }
Annnnd what color is that bastard's hair?
It's not a coincidence. It's destiny.
Masaomi gave a small hum in agreement, letting his arm loop around his friend’s waist. Bringing closer for a gentle embrace. “It does.. Least I can still rely on yea’ hm?” He asked curiously, resting a chin on Mikado’s shoulder now.
"I don't believe there is any other option." It might have sounded cold out of context, but he wouldn't have it any other way.