Rachel Mckenzie
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Post by Rachel Mckenzie on Jul 27, 2014 10:29:22 GMT -6
Keeping Kalm. It was quiet, a little to quiet for this gal. Honestly, she wasn't the type to be patient and wait for things, but here she was right in front of her old-fashioned computer attempting to get these disk working. But due to it being. . well, old, it was probably going to take a long time. Her hands pressed her hair, clawing at each strands as she yelled, "THIS IS DUMB! Why should I wait for this piece of crap to work. AGRH! Something always ruins shit for me." After the outburst, she panted for a moment, trying to calm herself down. Even though her uncle was currently out, likely some place getting drunk- she didn't want to be stressed. It was only a momentary block on her way to having fun.
Attempting to find a way out of this, she minimized everything to do with the game for now, hooking up to pesterchum to find the most tolerable person to speak to right now. A simple left-click, as she begun chatting away to someone by the username of "volatileDeadbeat".
[attr="class","kawaii3"]-- styarRuffles [SR] began pestering volatileDeadbeat [VD]-- [attr="class","kawaii"]SR: Cain. I need to talk to you,
SR: Cause you're probably the only one that won't make a big deal over this s***.
SR: The game download is f****** long, I can't deal with this.
SR: I'm ready to break something.
SR: But no- I don't want to 'accidentally' smash this computer onto the floor and ruining my chances of ever playing this game.
SR: Which better be good or i'm f****** going to rainbows.
SR: NOT RAINBOWS- f****** filter. I'm serious going to break the admin's a**
SR: But yeah. Help me calm down. . .
SR: Please.
SR: See I said it, help now.
Once she had typed that, she stretched both of her hands into the air, twisting her chair around before standing up. Tea. That calmed normal people down. But with how she currently lives, she'd doubt there would even be tea in the kitchen. Seeming slightly irritated, she went to go check neither-less, slowly stepping over the pile of junk that was left in her room. She didn't like to clean up and neither does her uncle. As she opened up the door, she could of sworn she saw a mouse scurrying past, not that she would care. It was a short trip before she made it over to the kitchen cupboards opening it up and inspecting what was inside.
A miracle, there happened to be a box of tea bags. She quickly snatched it up and opened it to notice. . it was infested with flies. "FUCKING!" She immediately threw the item on the ground, stomping on it and absconding back to her room. She shut the door with a big thud, as she spoke rather erratically, "Ew, ew ,ew. I hate life, I fucking hate it." | |
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cain ivel
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so have you got the guts?
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Post by cain ivel on Jul 27, 2014 11:39:39 GMT -6
Although angry at the loading screen time the computer could handle, Cain sat back in leisure. She had long since accepted the fact the thing was damn prehistoric. Not to mention if the computer broke it would be over her head. The new foster folks were nice, setting up a private room in the attic so her instruments wouldn't warp in the basement suite for the other kids. It was dark, starlight falling through the attic window. She gave a yawn, leaning back on old furniture and gave a lazy blink. Hands reaching out to her GUITAR, she gave it a few strokes, playing lazily and quietly to pass the time. As the game started to load up, familiar notes started to chime as a 'chum' began to pester. To be honest, Cain wasn't all that technologically superb, relying on manuals and patience to get through most troubles. Most homes she had been in lacked computers and if they did have them, she didn't go on them. She waited a few more seconds before replying. [attr="class","kawaii3"]-- volatileDeadbeat [VD] began pestering sytarRuffles [SR]-- [attr="class","kawaii"]
VD: only because you said the magic word.
VD: im experiencing the same problem this thing is so damn ancient i think it caused the fall of the roman empire
VD: cant you smash something else while you wait maybe some tin cans if you had a gun you could go target shooting though maybe you with a gun isnt that great of an idea right?
VD: you got two options you can do some zen sh♪t or smash stuff. get all hulk on their ♪sses, jsut not the computer
VD: though im getting tired of waiting too, this is b♪llsh♪t Usually when she was angry, she punched it on some nerd with a pocket protector or gave a few notes on whatever was closest to her. She doubted Rachel had the tools she did. profanity was marked with little music notes, a setting on her computer that had been there a long, long time ago. probably some sort of extension. She leaned back, picking back up the guitar and waited, patience growing thinner like cigarette smoke. MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ |
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Rachel Mckenzie
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Post by Rachel Mckenzie on Jul 27, 2014 12:25:21 GMT -6
Keeping Kalm. Began thinking whether to barricade her door or not, it was only a matter of time before those dozen of flies would somehow find a way to get into her room. For all she knew they could of already been in her room. Just in case, she stored a lamp into her modus. She sure wouldn't be able to whack all of them but perhaps they'd be attracted to the light and be dumb enough to get themselves killed. This plan was brilliant. Rather than basking on her intelligence, she made her way back to the comp-chair to take a seat as she checked whether there was a reply or not.
Reading through what was written brought a smile to her face, as she eagerly went typed away flinging a couple of posts to her friend.
[attr="class","kawaii3"][attr="class","kawaii"]SR: This is why I like you Cain. Best suggestions ever.
SR: I would break a can but I've broke all the can's in this f****** house.
SR: Not to mention i should clean this s***. I think the flies are starting to come because of it.
SR: As for using a gun, i'd probably shoot someone and kill them. Even if it wasn't a real gun so that option is out of the way.
SR: Zen isn't the right thing for me neither.
SR: Gosh how the world hates me.
SR: Maybe I should just stay locked in my room and talk with you till this is over.
She wasn't the one fond of being clingy to people, but honestly there wasn't much better options. She sat back on her chair as she stared up in thought. Perhaps there were some other things to do than to waste her life on the computer. Nawh, not much around this place apart from getting chat up by random guys or getting mugged. Or being the one doing the mugging. Really, she had nothing else to do that made a ounce of sense. Sighing, her eyes would dart to the door. She knew the flies were right outside. She could smell their bullshittering trolling. | |
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cain ivel
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so have you got the guts?
Posts: 29
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Post by cain ivel on Jul 28, 2014 6:37:50 GMT -6
She got up from the chair to explore the attic. The loading screen seemed more or less in the same place than she had started it. There was all sorts of things in the attic, as she had locked a saxophone in her modus earlier that day. She dug into some of the boxes, coughing at the explosion of dust spiraling into the air. "Holy sh-" An exclamation was whispered in the attic as she dug into a box labelled miscellaneous and pulled the most horrendously awesome thing. A keyboard guitar or as her current foster parent would say - 'a radical keytar'. It was even had like stick-on flames. Must have been from the old band days when her foster dad still had dreams. She put into the modus too, before scrounging around for some spare batteries. She heard the dull ding in reply and after stuffing the batteries in too, she walked over to reply. [attr="class","kawaii3"] [attr="class","kawaii"]
VD: yeah what can i say. still waters run deep or something like that.
VD: would you really grace me with your conversation ? i am truly humbled.
VD: what's your loading percentage look like i swear mine is inching into the negatives She paused, before scrounging around in the attic for the box and envelope that the game had arrived in. It had arrived in the mailbox and she wondered if it had been Bucky, the younger son that had it ordered. But he had rolled his eyes and Lenard, foster dad - said that she should take it. That it would help her become less technologically challenged. Stuffing her hand into the box, she found the smallest sheet in what she hoped to be instructions. If they were she would have no idea seeing it was written in some other language. [attr="class","kawaii3"] [attr="class","kawaii"]
VD: hey do you have anything your box that resembles another language
VD: if not i think i might have some swedish kids game here
VD: its like f♫cking ikea over here i think it wants me to assemble a sh♫tty desk MADE BY ★MEULK OF GS & THQ |
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