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Post by Aione Higurashi on May 5, 2010 19:30:36 GMT -5
> Connected, feel free to talk now
> Your partner disconnected. Reconecting…
Stranger: Hey, hot stuff…feel like having fun?
> You disconnected. Press “Next” to find a new person!
> Connected, feel free to talk now Aione groaned, pressing the “Next” button in the top corner as soon as a creepy fellow with his shirt off came up in the video box. She’d been on this website since two in the morning, eight hours ago, trying to find somebody that wasn’t either a pervert or a freak to talk to. Nina had given her the idea to check out the site. So far, the whole morning had been a failure. Strip shows were only interesting if it wasn’t a thirty year old man, but even then, Ai wasn’t one for porn. If Sori were here, this might have been more fun. He’d crack every joke he could about the disgusting state the internet was in, and maybe even start up a good, clean conversation with somebody that wasn’t insane. Sadly, said big brother was off on a date. With Charoa Avarie of all people. The mouse clicked again over the “Next” button as another hentai scene started. The redhead sighed, resisting the urge to toss her laptop across the room and into the desk. The college dorm room was cramped, but somehow the twins had managed to squeeze two beds and a desk in, along with their laptops, a small clothing cupboard, and a table-lamp. It was crowded, but home. And it was a place both Sori and Aione would rather be then their real home. > You disconnected. Press “Next” to find a new person!
> Connected, feel free to talk now Ai leaned her head in her right hand, typing with her left. Her bored expression reflected back at her in the video box. Indigo1(You): …so, are you gonna show something disgusting, or are you the single sane person on this site…? |
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on May 6, 2010 1:50:08 GMT -5
Tristan yawned rather loudly and rudely, the ceiling light actually shaking a bit. Luckily he was by hisself, Naelona already having left for her work, after her morning drinks of course. Normally he'd be in bed at this hour, sleeping up for the night to come, but he wasn't really feeling all that tired. At first he'd thought about watching t.v., but after a quick run through of the channels he found nothing but talk shows, infomercials, and soaps. None of which he much cared for. His quest to find a book to read proved pointless as well, he'd already everything in the house thrice over, at the least.
That's why he found himself lying on the bed with the girlfriend's/freeloader's/bum's laptop, flipp9ing through random webpages. So far he had verified that, yes, the internet was indeed made for porn. Almost no matter what he typed in something with an X rating on it popped up. Honestly he didn't care about such things, never had. He'd never had to settle for images, it was much easier to just go out and get the real thing, not to mention alot more satisfying. And there was also the fact that he preferred to keep his business ot the bedroom, and kitchen, and living, and bathroom, and bar counter, etc. Short story short, he liked to keep his private life private.
Now however he was on something called a 'Chat Roulette'. The only reason he'd clicked on it was because he'd suddenly thought of Russian roulette and had thought it might be amusing. So far it had been, even though he was fairly certain that he now had a stalker, and he decided to play with it a bit more before he went to bed. And so with that relatively easy decision out of the way he clicked the little button that said 'next', then promptly clicked it several more times, each time doing it just as the video feed started up. Smirking to himself he stopped giving the mouse one final click to see what kind of freak would pop up next.
> Connected, feel free to talk now
That caused him to chuckle. Apparently he wasn't the only one to realize that the website was full of wackjobs. With the smirk now firmly cemented on his face, he began typing.
Thorne: I've been told several times that my sanity is up for debate, but I don't wanna 'get it on' with you if that's what your asking. [/center] Looking at the little video box he saw that it was indeed a female he was addressing, and that she was a mighty cute one at that. If not for the fact that he was currently dating Naelona he might have gone ahead and looked her up. From the looks of things she at least had a teensy bit of sense. Granted ninety-nine percent of existence doesn't, but that's beside the point.[/size][/blockquote] |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on May 7, 2010 20:14:51 GMT -5
The boy in the opposite video feed was attractive. Very attractive. Attractive in that tall, dark, handsome as sin way. If you're into that sort of thing. Ai almost whistled, but she remembered her mic was on so she shut up. The redhead smiled at her chat partner shyly, laughing a bit at his comment. So she'd lucked out and found the single sane person in this wannabe-porn star convention. She waved at her camera, annoyed at how it lagged, before typing some more into the box. Indigo1: You're a God-send then, sane or not. I can't count the perverts I've seen so far... Aione leaned forward a bit to get a better view of the stranger known as 'Thorne'. She didn't notice her nightgown slip a bit off her shoulders. What was a hottie like him doing on porn roulette? Was he suffering from boredom like she was, or was he actually some creeper in disguise? Nice disguise~ After a moment, Ai came to her own conclusion. He was some guy, super-model occupation optional, on a weird site, that she'd been lucky enough to come across. Indigo1: So, handsome, if you're not going to 'get it on' with some stranger, what are you doing on the asshole of the Internet? ;P |
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on May 8, 2010 11:04:00 GMT -5
Again he chuckled, the low laughter spilling out into the morning. Apparently this girl was just as amusing as she was cute, a rare find, especially on a place like this. He had to admit though, she had a point. It seemed to him that this was where idiotic losers came to get a cheap thrill before getting off to make their moms something to eat. There certainly couldn't be any of even the slightest bit of worth, aside from the girl before him that is. Tristan knew pretty much everyone who was anyone, because they'd all passed through his club at one point or another, and he'd never once heard of it. Only person he'd recognized so far was the mayor, but then that was to be expected.
Thorne: Aye. The lack of intelligence is painfully obvious.
The girl might not have noticed it, but Tristan certainly saw as her nightgown started to slip away. It probably had something to do with the fact that the area was magnified through the video box, making it a bit more noticeable to him than it was to her. He reached one hand up to rub the back of his neck, catching himself and concealing the gesture by scratching at his bare chest as though he hadn't seen a thing. He didn't like to let on that certain things got to him. let alone to some stranger on a weird ass website that lived god only knows where. Hell for all he knew she could be sitting right next door. Definitely wouldn't be the strangest thing that'd happened to him.
Luckily her next words brought a grin back to his face, making him laugh quietly once more. Like her he momentarily wondered what the person before him was doing on this shithole, and also like her he dismissed the matter quickly enough. He assumed that she was just bored as he had been. Afterall, she was far too cute to be a psychopath, not that he would have been worried if she had been.
Thorne: I could ask you the same question. What's an adorable little thing like you doing on here with all these creepers? |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on May 8, 2010 14:33:07 GMT -5
Not so lucky for Tristan, Aione did catch his nervous motion and glance at her picture for a moment. When she saw how her top had slipped and exposed some of her chest, her pale skin went darker noticably. Absently she pulled up the sleeve of her gown, calmly and quickly, before giving the camera a weak, embarrassed smile. Why am I so foolish in front of hot guys...? Stupid, stupid, stupid... The japanese girl glanced at his reply before putting in her response. Indigo1: Welcome to the 21st century, I guess. XD The next thing said, or rather typed, darkened Ai's face yet again. 'Adorable'? Her? Nobody in their right mind ever called her that. Of course, in Japan, calling somebody 'cute' had a whole other meaning. It was the same as calling someone 'hot' or 'sexy' in America. so Thorne-san must not be living in Japan at all...he was probably American. Still, just because he didn't know the hidden meaning didn't help lessen the redhead's now red face. If anything, it made it worse. Indigo1: Adorable...? No no no. >< And I'm just super bored, as I always am. [/i][/b][/center] |
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on May 27, 2010 9:19:52 GMT -5
An amused grimace crept onto his face as he read her reply. 21st century huh? He thought that he could do without it if it meant dealing with idiots like the ones that filled this place. Most of the teens and younger adults that filled his club were insufferably stupid. Still, the older ones that sometimes filled in were just as simple minded. To tell the truth he didn't really know what was going wrong with the world. Ah well. At least they pay up. That was always a plus.
Thorne: Think I preferred the last one.
That caused him to quite literally burst out laughing. For a several minutes he continued laughing, it taking quite a while for his mirth to subside. When he did finally get control of himself he was still chuckling, making it a tad bit difficult to type. Somehow he managed to find the keys though, and he began typing something in. But halfway through he stopped, mulling something over. With a smirk he deleted what he'd typed, and began typing something else in, something he knew would stir her up.
Thorne: And modest too! Quite the catch aren't you dearie? Your boy must be gloating 24/7
He really had no idea whether she had a boyfriend or not, but it was a safe bet. Afterall, girls as attractive as her rarely stayed single long. And as it looked like this one had a personality to match, he was fairly certain that she wasn't on her own.If only he knew how wrong he was, he might have proceeded a bit more cautiously. Or maybe not. There really was no telling with him. |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on May 27, 2010 9:45:39 GMT -5
Ai couldn’t help but nod at that next statement. People of this generation were completely brainless. She was proud to have been born to the “iGeneration”, as it was called. Quickly she typed in a response, taking a sip from the water bottle by her bed. Then, with a silly grin, she raised it as one would in a toast. Indigo1: Here here. [/b][/center] And then she went even redder. He was laughing at her! And his response made the smile disappear from her face. The young woman looked at her sheets sadly, unable to make an immediate response as her mind clouded. Boyfriend? Like any boy would go for me. I’m a ‘two-faced’ demon, aren’t I? And even if they did want me, it wouldn’t matter. Mother is choosing my fiancé as we speak…this guy doesn’t know anything. With a sigh, Aione began typing. Indigo1: No gloating for no boyfriend. I’ve been single since middle school. [/b][/center] The college student sighed again, leaning her elbow on her knee and her head in her hand. Her sweet silver eyes looked almost black with despair. Indigo1: When you’re whole life is chosen for you, people tend to stay away. Makes it a lot harder to get hurt, I guess… ): [/b][/center] |
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Post by Ryan Cardwell on May 27, 2010 10:22:31 GMT -5
Somehow he'd completely forgotten about the video feed. If he hadn't then he certainly wouldn't have reacted as he had. Now he felt not only embarassed but a bit ashamed of himself as well. This girl probably thought him just another idiot like the rest of this bunch. well he most certainly was not an idiot, even if he had just acted idiotically. He needed to try and maike it up to her.
Thorne: I apologize, I shouldn't have laughed like that.
And then he caught the look in her eyes, and all hint of amusement completely disappeared. He wasn't sure what she was meaning, but whatever it was he knew that he didn't like it. It was enough for him to know that whatever it was upset her greatly, and it was in his very core to not let something like that stand. And so he resolved to do the only thing he could think of, he was going to help this girl, even though he'd never met her before a few minutes ago.
"Tell me."
His deep voice cut through the silence, dark and commanding whilst gentle and encouraging at the same time. He hadn't inteneded to actually speak to anyone on here, hence why he'd been typing this whole time, but he felt that it might help with this one. If he could do something to ease her pain then he would feel a great deal better, as it was he was going to be brooding over this matter for quite some time. |
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Post by Aione Higurashi on May 27, 2010 11:21:39 GMT -5
Oh goodness. He's talking. To me. Oh shit.
Aione's eyes lit up at the sound of the boys voice. it was pretty close to what she'd expected, but still, Hot damn, it caught her off guard. The little redhead blinked and moved to type before she paused and took a deep breath. It would be rude to not talk back, wouldn't it? And being raised to be polite had it's downsides...Ai gathered up a little courage.
"I-It's nothing, really."
Ugh. English so wasn't her strong point, but as she'd guessed, this man was speaking the dreaded language so she had to too. her Japanese accent showed, however, in her 'R' and 'L' sounds. Ah hell. She blushed even worse than before, thinking of what to say. There was always the truth: I'm going to meet some stranger, get married, and have kids before moving into a seperate part of the house and my husband will get a misstress and I'll end up in a cage the rest of my life. But that didn't sound very nice.
Besides, she didn't know how to say 'marriage' or 'misstress' in English.
"I-it's just...in my family...you don't get to chose who you 'date'...it's kind of...decided for me who I'm going to...to..." she sighed again, once more interested in her sheets, "To be the wife of."
Yeah, that'll do.
Welcome to my tragedy.
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