Bad timing.

I was talking to Ash and Ito and Jan today, and Ash randomly asked "Oh, where's everybody from?" because we had nothing else to talk about. Turns out Ash is from England and Ito and Jan are Americans (guess where I'm from, no really, guess) and that sparked a conversation about tourism and how England is apparently boring save for some castles and stuff (ASH SAID IT NOT ME OKAY) and apparently she's amazed by the fact that America's McDonalds are twice the size of England's. o_O

Yeah.

So anyway, Ash said, "I visited Florida once, and me and my dad almost got shot," and then I was all, "... Yeah, thanks dude, I'm going there next week. o_e;;;" But she laughed and said that it was years ago and they probably just didn't like her dad for some reason. o_O

We're so awesome. 8)

Geh he he. (Part Two.)

"As soon as the “pretty girl” spoke, Jericho realized something here was off. The girl’s voice didn’t sound like a girl’s voice at all. But the hair, the skin, the… okay, the chest was a little flat."

Doh ho ho. My plan is working perfectly so far. >xD

(^ LOL did I just invent a smiley? 8D)

Geh he he.

I named my (Asian half-Chinese half-Japanese DON'T JUDGE ME OKAY) roleplaying character's dad after that famous Chinese poet Li Bai dude, only because I couldn't think of any original Chinese names and Li Bai sounds normal enough. I don't think anyone noticed. xD

I'm good.

Yesterday, I recorded myself singing that Sarah McLachlan song "Angel." While I was hungry. Note to self, Rach - don't sing when you're hungry. It's painful and it makes you miss a lot more notes than usual. :c (No, you're not allowed to hear it.)

Back to roleplaying (sorry guys). Speaking of my Asian character dude, I use a picture of Fujisaki Nagihiko as his playby (read: to represent his physical appearance), because I felt like playing a dude who looks like a girl and have everyone call him out on it. (It's working, by the way. xD) But he's so used to it that he just goes like, "So? I have long hair and look like a girl, minus the boobs. Your point? -deadpan-" whenever it happens. Except a more polite version because he is a nice kid. xD

Yeahhh, I have a feeling that sane people are going to throw bricks at me sometime soon, so I shall stop here.

what

A ten-year-old with the voice of a professional, seasoned opera singer.















I am not worthy.

I don't even know what else to say.

That girl is fucking amazing.

this is just

"sorry i didn't know she was a girl"

HOW CAN YOU NOT I'VE EXPLICITLY REFERRED TO HER AS A GIRL MULTIPLE TIMES AND THERE IS NOT A SINGLE MALE CHARACTER IN MY INTRO ONLY TWO FEMALES WHAT IS THIS DO YOU NOT READ

Sorry. I'm kind of... annoyed, as you can clearly see.

I have nothing important to say this morning. I woke up half an hour ago. I don't want to philosophise right now. It is too troublesome.

Oopsies.

In my last post, I claimed it was 11:37 AM at the time of writing.

It was not. In actuality, it was 11:37 PM.

Perhaps it was a good thing that I went to bed relatively early last night.



Reading back on my older posts, I said "addicting" when I was younger. OHGAWD THE SHAAAAAME.

:c



Ignore the search function on the new layout because apparently it doesn't work and I'm too lazy to figure out what the problem is.

EDIT: Never mind, scrapped that layout because it didn't show dates for some reason. o_O

So now it's back to one of those premade templates, because Rachel is a painfully lazy butt.

... Is Rachel trying to compensate for something with her roleplaying?

Nothing happened today.

My aunt is buying a house. The house she is currently going for has three kids in it. My dad and I toured it today. One of the bedrooms has a poster of Chuck Norris on the wall. The other bedroom was spammed with Twilight posters and Edward Cullen's gigantic sparkly face.

It was painful.

In other unrelated news, I am not going to force my roleplaying shit on you guys today. Additionally, this blog is nearing its twoth second birthday. It is currently 11:37 AM, the air conditioning is still on in this house, my feet are cold, and I still have to wait 43 days for the release of Black and White in Japan (not that I'm going to understand much of it since apparently the games are starting to put kanji in it WHICH I CAN'T READ OHGAWD THE TRAGEDYYYY so yeah).

Tomorrow, my parents want me to get out of the house, since my dad is off work. I don't know where to go.

My blog does not use labels at all. Is this a problem?

Rachel feels slightly proud of herself that she did not abandon her blog for nearly two years. (Though at times she came close BUT THAT'S NOT IMPORTANT)

In which Rachel tries (and fails) to describe things poetically.

I gave up after the first paragraph. It was too terrible.

By the way...

Van: Eh, Rachel prose RPs? (I knew the RP part, didn't know the prose.)

What other kind of RP is there? o.o (And don't say the kind where it's like a script, because to me that doesn't count. That's chatplay, not roleplay.) (Or "parchment-play" for those Harry Potter people. Gotta give them some credit for creativity. xD)

Also, I don't know why I keep posting roleplaying tidbits on my blog. Am I subconsciously trying to compensate for something?

Here, have some more of Rachel's internal organs. (LOL Van.)

---

Such a contrast between the city around her and the beautiful, wide sky above. One was dark and graffitied and downright depressing, while the other was... hm. Zoey tipped back her head and stared straight up, trying to find a word to describe the sight of the sky being painted a brilliant gold by the setting sun, as afternoon slowly slipped into evening.

Her fingers twitched over the guitar strings and she slumped further down the wall, ignoring the unpleasant squishing noise that signified filth smearing all over the back of her shirt. Her Psyduck stood in front of her trainer's crossed legs, staring blankly down the street with her tiny hands on either side of her head.

"Sucks not having a thesaurus around, eh Dictionary?" Zoey sighed, putting on an exaggerated pout in hopes that this would attract the duck Pokémon's attention. No reaction, as usual. The relaxed, cat-like smile reappeared on Zoey's face and she stretched a leg out to poke Dictionary with the toe of her boot. "Hellooo? Stop ignoring meee," she whined in fake hurt, but to no avail. "Hmph. Meanie."

She followed Dictionary's gaze and strummed lightly at her guitar, producing a soft, undistinguished sound that couldn't quite be defined as a melody. What was the Psyduck looking at? There didn't seem to be anything there, but Zoey felt too lazy to get up and verify that. She felt too lazy to move at all actually, but it wasn't like she was searching for anything in particular anyway. The world would come to her at its own pace, and she had no intent of hurrying things along. Nightfall wasn't a problem; she was decently strong and it wouldn't be the first time she slept out in the open either, even though this dark, smelly place was certainly a new experience.

It didn't matter. She could wait.

~

Apparently, some oddity up in the clouds had decided it would be hilarious to take her patient intentions a bit too literally - not that Zoey minded in the least. In fact, she was delighted at how amusing this first night in Avina City was shaping out to be, but held in her laughter just in case it would somehow scare the newly-appeared Slowpoke into running away.

Though after watching the pink Pokémon plod sluggishly along for a few minutes, she began to think that it wouldn't matter how scared it was, because speed was definitely not one of its strong points. "Well, what do you expect from a Pokémon named Slowpoke, Zo?" she lectured herself, shaking her head as if she were disappointed in her own obliviousness.

Dictionary, unlike her trainer, did not find the situation entertaining at all. As far as she was concerned, this pink intruder was interrupting her precious meditation session, and the Psyduck's particularly pounding headache that night did not do any favours to her mood. "Ugh... Please go away, hun," she groaned, blinking madly in an attempt to keep her vision clear. She spat a few droplets of water at the Slowpoke for further emphasis, but it wasn't nearly forceful enough to be harmful in any way.

---

... I keep thinking that "in any way" tacked on at the end is unnecessary.

lolwat.

Speak of the devil.

Fanderson has requested to see and "understand this fascination of Rachel's" (i.e. roleplaying) so I will post an intro of mine here because it just sucks that much - waitwat.

Ignore the part about Mightyena and Elite Four and Pokémanz if you must. Just pretend Mightyena's some huge, really smart doggie. |D

---

"Quiet, this place, innit?"

The large canine-like Pokémon lazily opened one eye at the sound of her trainer's voice and yawned, displaying an impressive mouthful of sharp teeth that glistened in what little sunlight filtered down to the forest floor through the viridian treetops. She whined in response and then extended a furry black paw at the redheaded man's coffee-coloured pants, now stained with spots of dark brown and green from sitting in the grass for the majority of the afternoon.

With a scolding "tch tch" noise, Sidney plucked his Mightyena's paws away from his pants. "Hey now, Glacia's already gonna have my head for gettin' all dirty," he chuckled, as if the wrath of a fellow Elite Four member was the most hilarious notion ever to him; he was never the type to worry about things, even if said Ice-type specialist was going to give him a good hard smack when he returned to Evergrande. "Don't need you rippin' up my clothes too, girl."

Mightyena sniffed and looked away, promptly losing interest now that it was clear she wasn't allowed to bother him anymore. Instead, she turned her attention to something of more importance - namely, the faint scent of food that her sensitive nose caught wafting from somewhere in the distance.

She abruptly leapt up and bounded down the dirt trail, retracing their steps to the lake they had passed earlier that morning and all the while smothering Sidney's alarmed calls with her loud barking. "Man, that girl just can't sit still," he muttered with a wry smile, heaving himself to his feet to chase after his overexcited Pokémon. "Eh, guess a little exercise in my vacation time won't hurt." A yawn, a quick stretch, and then, "Alright then! Now... Mightyena! Get back here, ya little rascal!"

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Okay, to explain the rushed-ness at the end, it's because this intro (introduction, to introduce your character into the scene, for all you non-roleplayers) (I think you could have figured that out yourselves, but whatever) was eating up all of my muse and it was taking me an abnormally long time, so I just went like "screw it" and spouted some random crap to wrap it up. And it shows. Which sucks. Dx

So, there ya go, Fanderson. |3

Any comments, by the way? Does my writing style actually suck that much, Y/Y?




EDIT: OKAY, IT CANNOT GET ANY WORSE THAN THIS

"Accepted!

He then saw Lumera *doing what you chose* and decided to join up.

Intro done."

FFFFFFFUUUUUUUUU

Doh ho ho.

"(RAH)²(AH)³+RO(MA+MAMA)+(GA)²+OOH(LA)²
= WANTCHYO BAD ROMANCE"

Oh my wonderful fellow roleplayers, I love you all so very much.








(FAITH JANIE IAN WHERE ARE YOU GUYSSSS I MISS YOU :c)