Type: Posts; User: onestar
Haha, okay this is going to sound kind of awful, but; if I acted as bratty as a lot of kids I see these days, my very ethnic mother would have probably beat me. The Native American community is very,...
Ooh, this is a fun thread~
Let's see, I'm an ethnic Anishinaabe raised in the Middle West of the United States. Unlike Utopia's heritage, my own didn't really effect my family's holidays as much...
D-d-d-d-defib!
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Turtles. I really love turtles even though I have been bitten by them many a time throughout my life. (It is a harrowing love affair, at best.)
Recently, however, I realized once more how cute they...
Tesla covered his hand with his mouth to prevent his smile from breaking through. Tess was it now? Apparently that dark-haired telepath had far more sway with the older man than he had assumed. He...
"It all depends on the opacity of our conversation," he said, his voice equally low. The proximity of the other man's tone sent a chill down his spine, it was obvious from the blatant admonishment...
The conversation to his right pulled his attention like a moth to flame. It was nice to know, at least, that other people had at least noticed it. The current atmosphere in Svalentia was a powder...
He couldn't help the small laugh that escaped his lips, though he quickly quieted it with a sip of his drink. His goading hadn't managed to illicit much response, no, but if Tesla was a quitter- he...
"Hm," he played somewhat coy, deciding to withhold his answer until his fingers skimmed the table's surface to reach his newly poured glass, "I suppose you could consider it a passing interest." The...
"Vodka, neat," Tesla announced, nodding his head towards the bartender's voice, "and something light. Please." He considered mentioning his preference towards bread, or anything that would soak up...
He couldn't help but think that this what purgatory must feel like; sitting in the middle of a mostly empty bar with the tenuous promise of hard liquor in the air, and not being able to discern any...
There were a few emotions that spoke particularly loud; screaming, almost, were he to compare them to vocalizations. Depression, euphoria, and rage were among the worst. It was why he cleverly...
"Black Russian," Tesla said, shrugging off his coat, "and bar it is." Despite Pavlov being short-haired and relatively calm, people didn't exactly enjoy sharing their dining space with a dog. Even if...
He slung the cloth sack over his shoulder, the contents of which consisted of assorted small vegetables and a single medium-sized pumpkin- the former of which he was told not to come back home...
The place smelled like table polish with the sharp twinge of alcohol in the air. It could have smelled like a kennel, however, and he still would have been thankful. The room was warm blissfully...
"Heh," he chuckled, his breath visible in the air, "I really look that destitute, huh?" It was the only excuse he could think for the man showing such concern. He obviously cared enough to say...
"Danke. I was raised in a temperature-controlled environment," he said, letting the dog lead him steadily towards the door, "and I spend every day under three layers of clothing. Ach, this island is...
"It's a hassle," the man admitted, "so I don't usually go out until absolutely needed- but...it should be alright with another person." If Sol knew he would be absolutely beside himself; the young...
"Do I have food? Technically, the answer is yes- though it consists mainly of canned vegetables and the skeletal remnants of a rack of lamb. Appetizing, I know. Pavlov doesn't have any problem with...
A prickle went down his spine as he realized the man had now, in turn, looked up at him with a curious tilt to his brow. At least, it looked like that, the glasses obscured much of his definitive...
Tesla pulled a chair across from the man, admiring the sense of focus he adapted while meticulously assembling. The only thing more amazing was that he drew all of his information purely from memory....
"Ah, yes," he said, silently hoping what Sol had joked about earlier hadn't gone to the other's mind. Though that couldn't be it, he finally decided- no one would be that fixated on a grown man in a...
Anything that needed working on? Well, to be honest, there was always something to be working on- if revolutions were simple, everyone would be having one. He'd just thought it would be he, himself,...
I definitely don't think sexuality defines you as a person; you don't exactly go up to a person and say, "Oh, by the way, have I mentioned I'm heterosexual?"
Edit: I think some people really do...
"Ah, that should work out just fine," the electrician said, crossing his arms tight against his body, "I should spend the morning in preparation anyway..."
Sol clapped a hand against his shoulder...