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starlogs2017-03-09 01:18 am
shenunigans) wrote in starlogs2017-03-09 01:18 am
Damn right we got a t-rex, I paid for that in plastic. [OPEN]
WHO: Dave Strider and pretty much anyone willing to give him time of day.
WHERE: Invidia and Avarita
WHEN: Early days during the stand still.
WHAT: Dave unleashes bitterness through drawings onto unwitting strangers, gets rich and tries to blow it all on faberge eggs.
WARNINGS: Cussing.
DISTRICT VI: INVIDIA
[It should come as no surprise to anybody that Dave finds himself drawn to the district of internet cafes. After all, he may banned from the literal red-light district, but the internet has never had an enforced age limit where those things were concerned.
Not that he's about to jack off in an internet cafe anyway.
The accessible sites seem fairly limited. Mostly social media profiles and mostly people he doesn't really know. Luckily, social media is a boy's bread and butter in this day and age. It's been a long time since, sans the Eluvio network, Dave was able to access something truly resembling a modern day website. The first fifteen or so minutes are bliss, even if he doesn't find anyone particularly interesting. It's the spirit of it, more than anything.
However, just like the spirit of most social media based web-pages, what once was appreciation and interest in the lives of others has slowly become an obsessive, hateful feeling welling up from the darkest pits of Dave's inner-being.
It is challenging, at such a tender age, to be surrounded by people who are so undoubtedly more attractive, talented, skilled, romantically capable or just plain more interesting than he could ever hope to be. He's basically chopped liver in a butcher full of the finest meats, and how fucking unfair is that? He didn't ask to be here, nor did he ask to be surrounded by the Champions of the Universe. Some more Average Joes or Urkels among them would surely even the playing field for people like Dave.
Fuck it.
He has a long-standing tradition for venting frustrations, and it begins with getting into whatever drawing program is available and scribbling away his problems.
Only this time, he's sending out the results.]
[[ooc: if you would like Dave to draw a shitty picture of your character and send it to them, PM me or ask me on plurk @squishyfeet]
DISTRICT III: AVARITIA
[After an extremely draining experience in an internet cafe, Dave is on the look out for a district that is distinctly less shit. He's not sure why he's compelled to enter the shopping district when he is blatantly poor as shit here, but window shopping never did any harm. He's kind of tired of his digs, though. He really wishes he had the bones for a nice suit, but he's not really seeing anything in the price range of "free".
Wandering has him listening in on conversations as he brushes past people, and he keeps hearing shit about some dope flower. He's probably being fucking played, but sure enough he finds a flower matching the description. Of course, finding it isn't the catch here. Apparently, he needs to pick up the dirty-ass product of nature and eat it. Without looking conspicuous.
He'd do worse for money, he guesses. So if anyone sees a young man on the street, eating a flower he was staring critically at moments ago, spare him your judgement.
It takes precious few minutes for money to suddenly accumulate in his account, and suddenly things are different. Stores are brighter, sales people are friendlier, doors open and free sparkly lemonade and something resembling macarons are within reach.
The first thing Dave buys is a suit. Red, fitted, black shoes to match. The confidence it brings him takes him to fancier and fancier stores, each one selling things he'll never want or use again. The headphones around his neck, at least, are practical. The fabrege eggs he's being shown currently, are less so.
He seems to be weighing his options between some different options. He's rubbing his chin as he considers the possibilities.]
Yeah, my room is basically completely empty right now. This could really open up some opportunities for me, bring the whole thing together. Hey- Do you have any with clocks in them? [He is teetering on the verge of blowing all of his money here, when he raises a brow at whoever happens to be in the surrounding area.] What do you think? Vintage or classic?
WHERE: Invidia and Avarita
WHEN: Early days during the stand still.
WHAT: Dave unleashes bitterness through drawings onto unwitting strangers, gets rich and tries to blow it all on faberge eggs.
WARNINGS: Cussing.
DISTRICT VI: INVIDIA
[It should come as no surprise to anybody that Dave finds himself drawn to the district of internet cafes. After all, he may banned from the literal red-light district, but the internet has never had an enforced age limit where those things were concerned.
Not that he's about to jack off in an internet cafe anyway.
The accessible sites seem fairly limited. Mostly social media profiles and mostly people he doesn't really know. Luckily, social media is a boy's bread and butter in this day and age. It's been a long time since, sans the Eluvio network, Dave was able to access something truly resembling a modern day website. The first fifteen or so minutes are bliss, even if he doesn't find anyone particularly interesting. It's the spirit of it, more than anything.
However, just like the spirit of most social media based web-pages, what once was appreciation and interest in the lives of others has slowly become an obsessive, hateful feeling welling up from the darkest pits of Dave's inner-being.
It is challenging, at such a tender age, to be surrounded by people who are so undoubtedly more attractive, talented, skilled, romantically capable or just plain more interesting than he could ever hope to be. He's basically chopped liver in a butcher full of the finest meats, and how fucking unfair is that? He didn't ask to be here, nor did he ask to be surrounded by the Champions of the Universe. Some more Average Joes or Urkels among them would surely even the playing field for people like Dave.
Fuck it.
He has a long-standing tradition for venting frustrations, and it begins with getting into whatever drawing program is available and scribbling away his problems.
Only this time, he's sending out the results.]
[[ooc: if you would like Dave to draw a shitty picture of your character and send it to them, PM me or ask me on plurk @squishyfeet]
DISTRICT III: AVARITIA
[After an extremely draining experience in an internet cafe, Dave is on the look out for a district that is distinctly less shit. He's not sure why he's compelled to enter the shopping district when he is blatantly poor as shit here, but window shopping never did any harm. He's kind of tired of his digs, though. He really wishes he had the bones for a nice suit, but he's not really seeing anything in the price range of "free".
Wandering has him listening in on conversations as he brushes past people, and he keeps hearing shit about some dope flower. He's probably being fucking played, but sure enough he finds a flower matching the description. Of course, finding it isn't the catch here. Apparently, he needs to pick up the dirty-ass product of nature and eat it. Without looking conspicuous.
He'd do worse for money, he guesses. So if anyone sees a young man on the street, eating a flower he was staring critically at moments ago, spare him your judgement.
It takes precious few minutes for money to suddenly accumulate in his account, and suddenly things are different. Stores are brighter, sales people are friendlier, doors open and free sparkly lemonade and something resembling macarons are within reach.
The first thing Dave buys is a suit. Red, fitted, black shoes to match. The confidence it brings him takes him to fancier and fancier stores, each one selling things he'll never want or use again. The headphones around his neck, at least, are practical. The fabrege eggs he's being shown currently, are less so.
He seems to be weighing his options between some different options. He's rubbing his chin as he considers the possibilities.]
Yeah, my room is basically completely empty right now. This could really open up some opportunities for me, bring the whole thing together. Hey- Do you have any with clocks in them? [He is teetering on the verge of blowing all of his money here, when he raises a brow at whoever happens to be in the surrounding area.] What do you think? Vintage or classic?
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do you have brain damage
is that why you like jello so much
hospital stays
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like yogurt and soup
don't you?
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shouldnt you like ripping meat off the bone youre holding with your bare hands or something
and no
i like normal things
like pizza and instant ramen
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(THE SECRET'S OUT.)
i'm not a barbarian...
plus soft stuff is easier for my body to digest
what's pizza??
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im like an archaeologist uncovering the frigging crypts of mental illness here
pizza is like bread
but flat bread
with tomato paste and cheese and pepperoni and shit on it
and more cheese
and then you put it in the oven and cook it and the cheese melts all up over everything like a golden masterpiece
seriously
what kind of hell on earth are you from that you dont know pizza
are you even from earth
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especially since we don't have pizza
you like ramen and i like ramen, so that's something we have in common???
anyway, i don't have any mental illnesses i'm healthy as a seahorse
ahhahahaha get it??
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maybe somewhere on this godforsaken planet will have a pizza place
who knows how far italians have immigrated through space
pizza is italian by the way
i dunno if you have italy there so that may be redundant
i mean
no
i dont
are you actually a horse
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if you find some pizza you gotta tell me ok???
don't fuck me over tony
and no it was a joke hahahahaha
i am not a horse, you know the saying "healthy as a horse"???
well it's like that but i'm water
so seahorse is funnier in context
... i guess it was kinda an inside joke with myself, so now i'm embarrassed
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I should've kept that joke for later
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glad we cleared that up
and that we can just happily disregard the whole you being water thing
that seems small and unimportant
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you should have just said so!
know how most people are 70% water??
well i am 100% water!!!
it's my clan's hiden technique, isn't that cool?
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were you part of a cult
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we're a small clan of shinobi and we were stationed in a place called kirigakure
where are you from?
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is shinobi like
ninja
if youre a ninja thats pretty dope
then the weird powers thing is forgiveable
dont get too smug about it though because i have weird powers too
just no clan
i used to be from texas
then i was on a meteor for a bit
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that's a shame though i'm sure the prosk clan would've been pretty cool
how the hell did you wind up on a meteor??
aren't those the big ass rocks that we keep passing on the eluvio?
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Oh.]
maybe
im the only one in my family who does what i do
mostly because my bro is dead so he doesnt do much
its a really long story
i dont think you have the attention span for it
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it's one of the only things he can actually feel some empathy about, thinking of his own brother.)
how did he die?
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im not really sure on the specifics i just found him a little while later
doesnt matter
we werent really close
just like we arent really close and need to stop trying to fill each others gaping emotional holes
only they arent really emotional because i dont really care anymore
everyone dies
i died
i just came back
luck of the draw
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(well, if he doesn't care about his brother dying, then that's a different story entirely. suigetsu never knew that kind of distance with his own, nor did sasuke and his brother (his only other comparison), but it still sits wrong with him, leaving him pursing his lips.
is it just like any other person dying? when his own sword shears through a leg, an arm, and finally a neck— does not caring about family dying feel just like that? it's hard to imagine, when it comes to trying to incorrectly force mangetsu (his idol, his dream for the future, the light of his life) into that slot in dave's story, trying to picture it but failing.)
i can't believe you died though
did you get reanimated as a zombie or did you manage to get a whole healthy body back???
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[Dave knows he reaps what he sows acting all callous about Bro's death, but it's nice to have the topic dismissed instead of rehashed again and again. He's not even mad.]
i dont really know what happened to be honest
there was an explosion
and then magical sparkle goo
and i floated up out of it wearing some retarded pajamas
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(this isn't what anyone should be asking about that at all)
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don't let reaper get ahold of any pyjamas or you'll be toast again
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sometimes i feel like hes all smoke no fire
but ive only really gotten in his charred up grill once
wait
make that twice
he got a picture too
what the fuck is wrong with me
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