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Please note that we have two Edward Elrics below, as well as two Raito/Lights. Their polls have been bunched into one, so make sure you pay close attention.
Character: Auel Neider
Series: Gundam Seed Destiny
Okay, who the hell whipped out the voodoo magic and why was there a crocodile gnawing on my leg when I woke up?
Now don't get me wrong, I don't -mind- not swimming with the fishes anymore like those damn ZAFTies wanted me to, but crocodiles aren't my idea of a great wake-up call either. After crawling out of some what-the-hell-oh-god-it's-biting-my-ankles infested lake, I tried to find someone or whatever have you so I could get the hell out of here, and. And.
Skin doesn't peel like that, right? Right?! A few shots in the jaw made it peel anyway but oh god what the fuck Neo Sting get me out of this ZAFTie madhouse stat.
Poll Auel Neider
Character: Seras Victoria
Series: Hellsing
(mod note: seras is nineteen. no, seriously. i know her boobs say otherwise, but that's the official info.)
Sir Integra has requested- ordered, rather- that I take a
vacation. I'd be grateful, normally, but she also said that it'll be a
vacation integrated with a training trip. Apparently I can't "let
myself get rusty."
Master was asleep in her basement for God knows how long and -he-
didn't get rusty.
I'm slightly worried about the whole thing. I mean, the camp is called
"Camp Fuck You Die." You'd think I'd be used to that sort of thing
(Satanic messages, I mean), working with Hellsing and all, but this is
a bit over the top. When Sir Integra first told me, I was wondering
how I could get any training at a summer camp, of all things.
Before I even reached my cabin, there was a freak trying to eat my
leg. Well, it wasn't really a freak, since it smelled about ten times
worse, but something close. I think I preferred the freaks; these
fuckers -bite-! I didn't have time to get out the Harkonnen, so I just
took one of the spare blood packets and threw it away from me. Most of
them followed it, and I made it to my cabin.
That leaves fourteen packets. Not like I wanted to drink them anyways.
How am I supposed to explain that to the others anyhow? So far, the
tomato juice excuse hasn't worked on anybody. I'm hoping there's a
hospital near here, but I saw a sign near the gate on the way in that
says "Running is futile."
I'm worried.
Poll Seras Victoria
Character: Raito/Light (FIRST APPLICANT)
Series: Death Note
Apparently I cannot eliminate anyone here, as it doesn't do any good.
I really hate zombies.
On the other hand, zombie gun. It's a quaint idea and creating zombies
to shoot gives me the satisfaction of destroying someone twice. I
could have someone eaten by zombie. Would they be allowed to come back
as a zombie? If I killed the zombie that ate them and then the person
eaten would come back as a zombie at the same time, would it mean they
are both killed at once?
Is it possible for a zombie to eat its way out of another?
It would be a divine justice to have a person who has committed crimes
against humanity to feel the pain of their demise not once, but twice.
Are zombies cannibals?
Just shooting a zombie really seems mundane when you think about it.
While seeing others on the hiking trail blowing the head off of what
might have been a former counselor, I imagine it loses some appeal
over time. [Note to Self: Can gun be set to "stun, then implode"?]
I was told they have "bug juice" in the mess hall. I don't trust that.
If they offer "cranial slushies" tomorrow I may just have to start
eating twigs.
Character: Raito/Light (APPLICANT TWO)
Series: Death Note
Zombies are a very large question mark in my arena. Large humanoid creatures that have punk-trendy-gothic-emo-bitch-whatever wardrobes or look as if they've been TP'd is not a problem in my book. (No pun intended.) But is it possible to kill anything that's already dead and risen again?
It's not to say that I don't know how to use a shotgun. It just seems to be such a vulgar way of killing. After all, pen stroke, pen stroke, forty seconds, dead. It's quite the deal, really. Why bother with guns? Heart attacks are simply easier.
However, after a few days of this, I've figured out well enough that the eyes are the only important part. (I find it ironic in some very indirect ways. Maybe Misa would find it even moreso, if it doesn't fly straight over her over-dyed head.) I rather miss killing things with names though (I mean, honestly, zombies can't possibly have names, can they?).
I imagine I will get very sick of constantly writing about how I miss killing things the right way. And killing with reason. Right now, the only crime the zombies have committed is interrupting my download of Gilmore Girls. Coincidentally, they halted my download of CSI as well. A computer is easy enough to fix, but hours of waiting is not.
Oh, yes. And they've threatened my life. I suppose I could mark them all down as murderers.
Dinner soon. Will have to rush to find whatever it is they serve on Tuesdays (there is some heavy worrying in mind--Monday's dinner looked like elephant ears that had been torched after having been fed to Daniel's den of lions or something). After a shower.
I do, however, like what they've done with the bathrooms. Very Hitchcock.
Poll Raito/Light Yagami, one or two?
Character: Mizuki Hajime
Series: Prince of Tennis
I purchased another shirt today, despite Yuuta-kun's protests.
The bright pink roses go quite well with the shimmery purple background,
IMO. And it's silk! Top of the line quality. Not to mention it seems to...
give off an eyecatching glow when the light hits it just the right way...
I wonder how many people will be struck speechless with this latest addition
to my wardrobe. Perhaps I may even be able to coerce them to getting me some iced sherry caviar...
You'd be surprised how many people listen to me when I'm dressed like this.
(...even if my sister says they do it so I'll "get the hell away from them"
even quicker... well, whatever works, right?)
Ahhh~ I have a feeling this shirt will be worth every cent I paid for it.
I can't wait to wear it in public. >D Nfufu~
*twirls hair* Hmm... I hope I'm not getting split ends...
Poll Mizuki Hajime
Character: Edward Elric (FIRST APPLICANT)
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist.
I hate it here. No really, I really really hate it here. I worked all
this time to get the things we've wanted, only to get sent here on
some idiot's screwed up dispatch?! And you know, you'd think that
jackass of a Colonel would have the sense to realize we've gone
missing, and maybe help us the hell out of this freakshow. But he's
probably too damn busy schmoozing up women.
I know how it'd go anyhow. "Oh Fullmetal Midget, have you gotten lost
with the little kids at summer camp? I came to find you but you were
so small I didn't see you. Oh well." Stupid asshole. I swear, when I
manage to figure out just what the hell is going on here, and get
out... Oh they're all gonna get it.
What, is this one of your damn missions again Mustang? Are you reading
this and laughing your ass off while I'm stuck here doing your dirty
work?! And dirty it freaking is. There's zombies and blood, and it's a
freaking nasty hassle. Every time I try to use alchemy, more of the
things show up.
Not to mention the OTHER people here. I swear, if I wake up with that
freaky little kid with the headband on, staring at me one more time,
I'm going to meld him with the damn wall.
You know what else sucks, and I hope you're reading this Mustang, and
keeping in mind that I'm going to punch you in the face. There's crap
to drink. Nasty water. Weird milk. And I HATE milk, but I'd drink even
that crap, just for something decent. This has to be one of his tests,
one of his stupid little manipulatttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. WHAT THE FUCK.
Blood just splattered all over the damn key board and ttttttttttthe t
keeps sticking. Oh my God. I'm going to beat them ALL. This is
disgusting, obnoxious, and I've had aboutttttttttttttt enough!!!
Character: Edward Elric (SECOND APPLICANT)
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
There are crocodiles. In. The. Lake. Crocodiles! I CAN SEE THEM FROM HERE!! What the hell is WITH this place? There are crocodiles in the lake, there appear to be zombies, I heard some red-headed kid muttering about a murder or some other such odd shit.... I don't know how I got here, I've lost track of Alphonse, There does not appear to be a library which definitely puts a crimp in my studies. At least I have the luxury of screwing around on these computers. (Hey, is that a site on alche--BLOCKED? THE HELL?)
Really. I wish I knew what was going on. I WISH I HAD MY BOOKS BACK. I guess I can go with the flow for now. >.> There doesn't appear to be any "adults" so to speak, I haven't seen anyone in charge and I'm not stupid enough to put my neck on the chopping block. I give it about twelve hours before utter chaos descends. There do seem to be a lot of odd characters lurking about, maybe one of them has some information about the Stone.
Or where, exactly, I am.
Or where Alphonse went to. Why am I sitting here typing this out? I need to find my brother and --
SOMEONE JUST FELL IN THE LAKE.
Poll Edward Elric, number one or two?
Character: Artemis Fowl II
Series: The Artemis Fowl book series.
(mod note: a) i realize that artemis fowl is a pretty unknown series among adults, so quick summary: he's an Irish boy criminal mastermind that gets involved with technologically advanced fairies. it is crack. b) the player has not yet finished the third book, but that shouldn't be a problem.)
Still not dead. After six hours here, it's becoming less of a relief.
Am still trying to determine how I wound up in this pit. As I find it unlikely that my loving if sometimes absent-minded parents would have *intentionally* sent me to a summer camp run by mad control freaks and plagued by the undead, I can only conclude that the brochure itself is a masterpiece of copywriting and photography.
L confronted me after our miserable excuse for lunch (not only did they not have Earl Grey, they had *no tea at all*), and informed me that there was a twenty percent that *I* killed the camp director's fiance. I quickly reduced that percentage to zero by pointing out that not only would I never stoop so low as murder, if I *had* done so, I would certainly not have done so in such a sloppy manner.
...the chocolate bar I had in my jacket pocket may have helped as well. (Is he *really* the World's Greatest Detective? No wonder I have had so few
obstacles in my criminal career.)
To-do list:
-Secure steady supply of sweets for L
-Find creative team responsible for camp brochure
(should they be destroyed, or hired? Must think on
this.)
-Find where extra ammunition is stored
-Email Butler for additional survival tips
Poll Artemis Fowl II
Please note that I am temporarily closing down the application list. After I finish what's left (by Friday), I'll open it back up again.
Now VOTE.
Please note that we have two Edward Elrics below, as well as two Raito/Lights. Their polls have been bunched into one, so make sure you pay close attention.
Character: Auel Neider
Series: Gundam Seed Destiny
Okay, who the hell whipped out the voodoo magic and why was there a crocodile gnawing on my leg when I woke up?
Now don't get me wrong, I don't -mind- not swimming with the fishes anymore like those damn ZAFTies wanted me to, but crocodiles aren't my idea of a great wake-up call either. After crawling out of some what-the-hell-oh-god-it's-biting-my-ankles infested lake, I tried to find someone or whatever have you so I could get the hell out of here, and. And.
Skin doesn't peel like that, right? Right?! A few shots in the jaw made it peel anyway but oh god what the fuck Neo Sting get me out of this ZAFTie madhouse stat.
Poll Auel Neider
Character: Seras Victoria
Series: Hellsing
(mod note: seras is nineteen. no, seriously. i know her boobs say otherwise, but that's the official info.)
Sir Integra has requested- ordered, rather- that I take a
vacation. I'd be grateful, normally, but she also said that it'll be a
vacation integrated with a training trip. Apparently I can't "let
myself get rusty."
Master was asleep in her basement for God knows how long and -he-
didn't get rusty.
I'm slightly worried about the whole thing. I mean, the camp is called
"Camp Fuck You Die." You'd think I'd be used to that sort of thing
(Satanic messages, I mean), working with Hellsing and all, but this is
a bit over the top. When Sir Integra first told me, I was wondering
how I could get any training at a summer camp, of all things.
Before I even reached my cabin, there was a freak trying to eat my
leg. Well, it wasn't really a freak, since it smelled about ten times
worse, but something close. I think I preferred the freaks; these
fuckers -bite-! I didn't have time to get out the Harkonnen, so I just
took one of the spare blood packets and threw it away from me. Most of
them followed it, and I made it to my cabin.
That leaves fourteen packets. Not like I wanted to drink them anyways.
How am I supposed to explain that to the others anyhow? So far, the
tomato juice excuse hasn't worked on anybody. I'm hoping there's a
hospital near here, but I saw a sign near the gate on the way in that
says "Running is futile."
I'm worried.
Poll Seras Victoria
Character: Raito/Light (FIRST APPLICANT)
Series: Death Note
Apparently I cannot eliminate anyone here, as it doesn't do any good.
I really hate zombies.
On the other hand, zombie gun. It's a quaint idea and creating zombies
to shoot gives me the satisfaction of destroying someone twice. I
could have someone eaten by zombie. Would they be allowed to come back
as a zombie? If I killed the zombie that ate them and then the person
eaten would come back as a zombie at the same time, would it mean they
are both killed at once?
Is it possible for a zombie to eat its way out of another?
It would be a divine justice to have a person who has committed crimes
against humanity to feel the pain of their demise not once, but twice.
Are zombies cannibals?
Just shooting a zombie really seems mundane when you think about it.
While seeing others on the hiking trail blowing the head off of what
might have been a former counselor, I imagine it loses some appeal
over time. [Note to Self: Can gun be set to "stun, then implode"?]
I was told they have "bug juice" in the mess hall. I don't trust that.
If they offer "cranial slushies" tomorrow I may just have to start
eating twigs.
Character: Raito/Light (APPLICANT TWO)
Series: Death Note
Zombies are a very large question mark in my arena. Large humanoid creatures that have punk-trendy-gothic-emo-bitch-whatever wardrobes or look as if they've been TP'd is not a problem in my book. (No pun intended.) But is it possible to kill anything that's already dead and risen again?
It's not to say that I don't know how to use a shotgun. It just seems to be such a vulgar way of killing. After all, pen stroke, pen stroke, forty seconds, dead. It's quite the deal, really. Why bother with guns? Heart attacks are simply easier.
However, after a few days of this, I've figured out well enough that the eyes are the only important part. (I find it ironic in some very indirect ways. Maybe Misa would find it even moreso, if it doesn't fly straight over her over-dyed head.) I rather miss killing things with names though (I mean, honestly, zombies can't possibly have names, can they?).
I imagine I will get very sick of constantly writing about how I miss killing things the right way. And killing with reason. Right now, the only crime the zombies have committed is interrupting my download of Gilmore Girls. Coincidentally, they halted my download of CSI as well. A computer is easy enough to fix, but hours of waiting is not.
Oh, yes. And they've threatened my life. I suppose I could mark them all down as murderers.
Dinner soon. Will have to rush to find whatever it is they serve on Tuesdays (there is some heavy worrying in mind--Monday's dinner looked like elephant ears that had been torched after having been fed to Daniel's den of lions or something). After a shower.
I do, however, like what they've done with the bathrooms. Very Hitchcock.
Poll Raito/Light Yagami, one or two?
Character: Mizuki Hajime
Series: Prince of Tennis
I purchased another shirt today, despite Yuuta-kun's protests.
The bright pink roses go quite well with the shimmery purple background,
IMO. And it's silk! Top of the line quality. Not to mention it seems to...
give off an eyecatching glow when the light hits it just the right way...
I wonder how many people will be struck speechless with this latest addition
to my wardrobe. Perhaps I may even be able to coerce them to getting me some iced sherry caviar...
You'd be surprised how many people listen to me when I'm dressed like this.
(...even if my sister says they do it so I'll "get the hell away from them"
even quicker... well, whatever works, right?)
Ahhh~ I have a feeling this shirt will be worth every cent I paid for it.
I can't wait to wear it in public. >D Nfufu~
*twirls hair* Hmm... I hope I'm not getting split ends...
Poll Mizuki Hajime
Character: Edward Elric (FIRST APPLICANT)
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist.
I hate it here. No really, I really really hate it here. I worked all
this time to get the things we've wanted, only to get sent here on
some idiot's screwed up dispatch?! And you know, you'd think that
jackass of a Colonel would have the sense to realize we've gone
missing, and maybe help us the hell out of this freakshow. But he's
probably too damn busy schmoozing up women.
I know how it'd go anyhow. "Oh Fullmetal Midget, have you gotten lost
with the little kids at summer camp? I came to find you but you were
so small I didn't see you. Oh well." Stupid asshole. I swear, when I
manage to figure out just what the hell is going on here, and get
out... Oh they're all gonna get it.
What, is this one of your damn missions again Mustang? Are you reading
this and laughing your ass off while I'm stuck here doing your dirty
work?! And dirty it freaking is. There's zombies and blood, and it's a
freaking nasty hassle. Every time I try to use alchemy, more of the
things show up.
Not to mention the OTHER people here. I swear, if I wake up with that
freaky little kid with the headband on, staring at me one more time,
I'm going to meld him with the damn wall.
You know what else sucks, and I hope you're reading this Mustang, and
keeping in mind that I'm going to punch you in the face. There's crap
to drink. Nasty water. Weird milk. And I HATE milk, but I'd drink even
that crap, just for something decent. This has to be one of his tests,
one of his stupid little manipulatttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttt. WHAT THE FUCK.
Blood just splattered all over the damn key board and ttttttttttthe t
keeps sticking. Oh my God. I'm going to beat them ALL. This is
disgusting, obnoxious, and I've had aboutttttttttttttt enough!!!
Character: Edward Elric (SECOND APPLICANT)
Series: Fullmetal Alchemist
There are crocodiles. In. The. Lake. Crocodiles! I CAN SEE THEM FROM HERE!! What the hell is WITH this place? There are crocodiles in the lake, there appear to be zombies, I heard some red-headed kid muttering about a murder or some other such odd shit.... I don't know how I got here, I've lost track of Alphonse, There does not appear to be a library which definitely puts a crimp in my studies. At least I have the luxury of screwing around on these computers. (Hey, is that a site on alche--BLOCKED? THE HELL?)
Really. I wish I knew what was going on. I WISH I HAD MY BOOKS BACK. I guess I can go with the flow for now. >.> There doesn't appear to be any "adults" so to speak, I haven't seen anyone in charge and I'm not stupid enough to put my neck on the chopping block. I give it about twelve hours before utter chaos descends. There do seem to be a lot of odd characters lurking about, maybe one of them has some information about the Stone.
Or where, exactly, I am.
Or where Alphonse went to. Why am I sitting here typing this out? I need to find my brother and --
SOMEONE JUST FELL IN THE LAKE.
Poll Edward Elric, number one or two?
Character: Artemis Fowl II
Series: The Artemis Fowl book series.
(mod note: a) i realize that artemis fowl is a pretty unknown series among adults, so quick summary: he's an Irish boy criminal mastermind that gets involved with technologically advanced fairies. it is crack. b) the player has not yet finished the third book, but that shouldn't be a problem.)
Still not dead. After six hours here, it's becoming less of a relief.
Am still trying to determine how I wound up in this pit. As I find it unlikely that my loving if sometimes absent-minded parents would have *intentionally* sent me to a summer camp run by mad control freaks and plagued by the undead, I can only conclude that the brochure itself is a masterpiece of copywriting and photography.
L confronted me after our miserable excuse for lunch (not only did they not have Earl Grey, they had *no tea at all*), and informed me that there was a twenty percent that *I* killed the camp director's fiance. I quickly reduced that percentage to zero by pointing out that not only would I never stoop so low as murder, if I *had* done so, I would certainly not have done so in such a sloppy manner.
...the chocolate bar I had in my jacket pocket may have helped as well. (Is he *really* the World's Greatest Detective? No wonder I have had so few
obstacles in my criminal career.)
To-do list:
-Secure steady supply of sweets for L
-Find creative team responsible for camp brochure
(should they be destroyed, or hired? Must think on
this.)
-Find where extra ammunition is stored
-Email Butler for additional survival tips
Poll Artemis Fowl II
Please note that I am temporarily closing down the application list. After I finish what's left (by Friday), I'll open it back up again.
Now VOTE.