random voice testing.

[curaga]

M E M E S;
x stuck on a deserted island.
x insomnia.
x kinda stuck.
x text meme / cell hell.
x back from the dead.
x both in hell.
x just share the damn bed.
x through hell i met you.
or... freestyle of course!

Comments

yang xiao long.

[blondilocks]

both in hell...sort of. might just make hell for everyone else :3

[trenchturncoat]

[Initially, Alvin wasn't eager to take this job. It was smaller than the ones he was used to, but someone had been going berserk at one of his favorite clubs on multiple occasions, and he just couldn't deny seeing Junior that close to tears. It was surreal.

He couldn't deny the more than decent amount of money Junior was willing to put down for the task. Couldn't be that hard, could it? Which is why he's sitting at the bar, sipping his drink and playing the role of any other patron while he waits for the person who matches the description to show up. Speaking of...

That must be the one in question. She's younger than he was thinking, but she must be able to pack a punch. Or Junior's men weren't nearly as effective as he pretended. He could buy that.]

First time I've seen you here. [He takes another sip of his drink, his gun a comfortable weight under the trenchcoat.]

I'm guessing you're Blondie?

well youre not wrong

[blondilocks]

You know the drill. ( she doesn't even acknowledge alvin at first. its the generic bartender that gets her attention as she raises a finger to him -- ) And no ice, remember? ( someday she'd finally get to drink it... probably.

but that day didn't seem like today. turning towards alvin finally she flashed a carefree grin. ) And who does that make you? Tall, dark and... ( she eyes him up -- ) necktie?

[trenchturncoat]

[oh boy this is going to be fun. he can already feel his smirk begin to strain.] Most people would say dashing. I take it you like the scarf? [he nods at her. that must be it, just look at hers.] You've got good taste.

[mind if he takes the stool next to you? good because he's doing it anyway.] Junior's not creative with names, but he makes up for it with the best club in Vale. So how about we start on a first-name basis? The name's Alvin.

[blondilocks]

Hmm. I wouldn't say that. ( it's just so noticeable, you see. and she's back to paying attention to the bar as her drink comes, complete with little umbrella and all, which seems to make her happy -- ) Nice.

( and takes a swig -- ) Ah, delicious.

( guess it's time to give this guy an answer finally... ) Yang. ( there's probably no harm in that... ) So Junior told you about me, huh? Hope it was all the good stuff.

[snowglyph]

The dorm room swings angrily open, as Weiss stalks in with clenched hands, "Ohh! How am I expected to work in these conditions. You!"

Turning quickly on heels, a finger points accusingly at Yang. "You're her older sister! Was she raised without an ounce of discipline? You would do better to keep her in line. Really. It's deplorable."

There's a sniff, the gesturing hand slices angrily at the air. As though craving, a sword as the young heiress glaces down and to the side. "Well. If she torn apart by Grimm running off like that it's hardly My fault."

[shroudings]

There's a slight twitch in Blake's bow at the common, horrible commotion. The dark haired girl does not so much as glance down from her cove in the upper bunk. The soothing sound of paper scratching as a page turns in a book mingles with the fencer's disgruntled huff.

"It's because you were being terrible."

[blondilocks]

Swinging her legs off the side of the top bunk Yang crossed her arms over her chest and curt nod to follow up her partner's words. "You can't blame her from wanting to get away for awhile after forty straight minutes of lecturing."

The uncrossed as she shifted on the bed, palms to the mattress now. "Besides, Ruby's a big girl, she can take care of herself." And with a fluid swing, she's on the ground, hands on her hips as she leans down closer to Weiss' level. "Unless you want to admit you're worried~"

[snowglyph]

A platinum ponytail whips an arc in the air as she redirects her ire at Blake, "I was not! How dare you! You."

She stiffens, mouth open in what she had been about to say, but no words escaping yet. "...You"

Arms cross over her chest defiantly, once Yang moves towards her she turns her head to look outside in a neck wrenching fast motion. "Hmph. As if I care what becomes of that reckless thorn in my side."

pyrrha nikos.

[polearity]

20 on the kinda stuck

[aurabble]

I kind of figured Yang loved her bike, but I didn't know she was this protective of it.

[Jaune hadn't been fully awake when Yang had basically talked him into keeping an eye on her motorcycle while she did...something he preferred not to know, for twelve measly dinosaur chicken nuggets. It was insulting because he thought he deserved at least 24 for this. He's stuck outside, and his attention begins to wander, when he sees Pyrrha. He's saved!]

Pyrrha! I need you!

[polearity]

Hm? ( she looks around at the sound of her name being called, finally noticing -- ) Oh, Jaune. ( there's a smile to back that up too, as she makes her way over.

once she's close enough, there's an eyebrow raised as she glances between the bike, then back to jaune, then the bike -- and once more back to him. ) What's this about? You're not thinking of taking Yang's motorcycle out, are you...?

( she sort of doesn't want to think about the consequences, you see... )

[aurabble]

I'm so glad you noticed me. [he seems to slump in relief, stars in his eyes.]

What? No. Yang stopped me when I was just waking up and asked me to watch it and there was a toothbrush in my mouth, which made it harder to disagree...

But now that you mention it. She said keep an eye on it. She didn't say I had to leave it here. [Does Pyrrha want to ride with someone who probably has no idea what he's doing?]

[polearity]

( uh oh... did she put that idea in his head? ) D-do you think that's wise? Perhaps she's under the impression that it won't move...

( there's a quick glance towards the dorms. they're not that far away really... what could go wrong... ) But I suppose... there's no harm in moving it at least a little closer to the building.

That way, it should still be in plain sight, right?

custom starter I DO WHAT I WANT

[jaunety]

[Well, it's the end of another rooftop training session, and Jaune is just about as exhausted as usual. He's improving, though, and that's the important part. And rather than just heading back to their room for the night, it seems like he's got something else planned.]

...Hey, Pyrrha? Can we stay up here a little longer?

[He pushes himself up to his feet using his sword as leverage, still catching his breath.]

I want to do something to thank you. Y'know, for all the training.

[polearity]

( with miló tucked away, she turned towards him, feeling good about the progress they'd made -- and smiled. in fact, there's almost a hint of a laugh as she shakes her head -- ) Jaune, you know that there's no need to thank me.

( still, that doesn't mean she's opposed to spending the time all the same -- ) But, I... wouldn't mind staying out for awhile longer. What did you have in mind?

let's tag with Jaune and not a second Pyrrha

[jaunety]

I know. But I want to.

[He disappears behind a corner of the roof for a moment, shuffling around to retrieve something he'd apparently stashed there before. And after a few seconds, he comes out with a few of the spare pillows and blankets from their room.]

Here we go!

[Failing utterly to grasp the initial and many awkward connotations of pulling out this kind of stuff up here, he snaps the blanket against the cold night air a few times before laying it down. He knees down to arrange the pillows across from each other for them both to sit on before gesturing toward them.]

Just have a seat right over there. I'm gonna give you the Jaune Arc 'magic fingers' treatment.

[A pause there, as he wiggles his fingers like a goofy idiot. This time, he seems to realize how that could be misinterpreted, and quickly follows it up.]

That's, uh... that's a foot massage. The magic fingers thing.

whispers... nikosception........

[polearity]

( her shield is gone too by the time he returns, and tilts her head just slightly at the sight of him with all that... stuff.

there's a slight burn of her cheeks -- which she quickly dismisses. it's jaune, there's no way he'd be thinking something like... that... not with her, at least...

her shoulders shake with a soft chuckle, making her way over towards the set up, kneeling down as well. ) Magic -- fingers? ( there's another laugh, but its because he's just so... jaune. )

Well, I suppose I can't refuse the chance to see some magic like that first hand. ( she settles in a little more comfortably, unhinging some of her plate armour and finally, removing her heels -- placing all of it gently to the side. there's a pause, as she up looks at him from underneath her bangs. ) You're... sure that this is all right?

"Insomnia" - you pick the reason for Canada

[susrai]

The best thing about the halls at night was none of those annoying brats were around. Days were just awful, but the moon smothered everyone like she wanted to.

Not much longer now.

Time to hurry though, best not to make Cinder wait. The woman got super pissy if you were so much as a minute late.

[polearity]

It had been another night of late night training with Jaune. In her excitement to get to the rooftop she had skipped dinner -- the reason she was up and walking the halls so late at night. She supposed everyone else had long since gone to bed, where she should be heading as well, but she seemed to be buzzing with excitement for some reason.

Turning a corner, Pyrrha hadn't expected to see anyone up so late and so the sight of Emerald prompted a surprised, "Oh -- " as she realized who it was. One of the exchange students, was it?

"Ah, my apologies, you surprised me." She explained with a smile.

[susrai]

The surprise was mutual, and for a moment of a moment, Pyrrha may think she sees a Grim. A survivor's reflex of Emerald's ability. Blink and the monster is gone. A trick of the shadows, certainly.

Great. Just great.

"It's Oook.." She forces her lips into a tight smile, and wanted to bite Pyrrha's throat. That armor would make it difficult. Maybe hook a blade into an eye.

"You're up so. Late ...Can't" Get out of her face for two seconds? She hates you all. "Sleep?"

weiss schnee.

[schneefall]

9 on Insomnia

[aurabble]

[It's video game night. The adrenaline still hasn't wore down from a one-shot kill thanks to Nora, so Jaune wanders out of the dorm, clad in his bunny onesie, and makes his way down the hall. The fact that it's loud enough to be heard throughout the entire hall probably doesn't help much either. He pauses at the door across from his, debating if seeing if anyone else is up, but decides against it. If RWBY can somehow be sleeping through this, he doesn't want to be the one to face their wrath by ruining that.]

I guess no one else besides us is up at this hour. Maybe I'll go for a walk.

[schneefall]

( you'd be wrong, jaune. and it probably wouldn't be the first time. it probably wouldn't be the twentieth time -- today alone. as soon as he rounds that first corner a tired looking weiss makes contact with him, the glass of water she had been carrying spilling all over the two of them... )

What is the meaning of -- ! ( oh, it's night time isn't it? she stops herself, dulling it to a hushed roar of anger instead ) Why don't you watch where you're going! Look what you made me do!

[aurabble]

[jaune's enjoying his blissful state of not paying any attention to his surroundings...when suddenly he's very cold, cold enough to jump back and shriek a little, when he recognizes a very familiar tone. he tilts his head down to meet weiss' eyes, and almost regrets it instantly.]

I...I'm sorry! [he really is.] I'll make it up to you! I don't have a towel. Let me go get one! [if weiss didn't think he was a loser before...]