VampirateMace
Internet Overlord
Lets’ get started:
Rules:
*12 sentence minimum
*If your going to fight and don’t think you can make 12 sentences, PM the other fighter(s) and work out the fight ahead of time to avoid being under limit or bunnying. Be sure to mention they gave you permission to control them at the end of your post.
*No bunnying (without permission), bullying, or spamming. No all uppercase for more than 3 words.
*Put your both identities at the top of your post, you may need check the sign-up to find out what you got named.
*EVERYONE comes to the meeting, what you do from there is your prerogative.
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Mar/The Creeper
Mar stared at the e-mail he’d received 6 hours earlier; another super wanted them all to team up as superheroes, at least that’s how it sounded. He re-read the letter:
From: Super2009@Mahoo.com (don’t try e-mailing this, I made it up)
Dear fellow students,
It has come to my attention that some of us are different from the regular crowd, that we posses skill and powers that others do not. We could be considered Super Human. If you are interested in forming a group to promote positive changes in the world then meet me in the C dorms’ commons tonight at midnight. The dorm door code is 2454. Also, I know it is short notice, but come in costume to protect your identity.
~A friend
Well he/she didn’t actually say superheroes, but promoting positive changes is what superheroes do right? He wondered who it was, was it that girl? Or this guy? Mar closed his mailbox and logged off the internet.
He opened his closet, good thing his roommate wasn’t around; otherwise he wouldn’t be able to look for costume components. His roommate the kind of guy that liked to party and go on dates, so Mar was often alone. That suited him just fine; he knew that guy wasn’t going to be around long, so it was best not to get attached. The first time they’d meet, while moving in, Mar gave him some of the cookies his mom had made. At that instant he knew that his new roommate wouldn’t even finish college before kicking the bucket. He drug out the big box of old clothes his grandpa had sent him. None of his grandpa’s old clothes were been small enough to fit him; he’d have to alter them. Some of Grandma’s and Mom’s old clothes were in there to, but he couldn’t wear those, they were girls’ clothes. He rummaged through it for a moment, thinking. Suddenly he heard a noise from out in the hall, hearty male laughter. He crept to the door and looked out, just some of the guys that lived down the hall. He returned to the box. He didn’t know where to start. Sighing he went back to the closet and went through his hung-up clothes. He couldn’t use any of these, he wore them too often.
Mar changed tactics, opening the top drawer of his dresser he was greeted by socks and underwear as expected. He knew the second drawer was tank tops and pajamas, and that the third drawer was junk. He slammed close the sock drawer and opened the junk drawer, lying on top was a skull shaped mask and a tube of black lipstick, both left over from Halloweens past. He took the mask into the bathroom and put it on. Only his eye area and lower jaw showed, not enough to tell if it was him. The mask also covered the white patch in his bangs making him look less unique physically; that was good when disguising your identity. He rubbed his chin, which reminded him of its curse; he had less facial hair than a lot of women. Sighing he removed the mask and went over to the box.
Upturning the box he let the contents fall out, the last of which made a thud as they rolled off the clothes and hit the floor, a pair of white fake leather boots. They looked rather feminine; they must have been his mom or his grandma’s. He decided to try then on, just because they looked like they would fit. They did, quite comfortably actually. This made him wonder, if all I have that fits, and I don’t wear, is female’s clothing, would dressing in drag be so bad, especially if no one was suppose to know its me? He tried on some of the women’s clothes. One of his mom’s old frilly shirts was in there, wearing it made him shudder. Grandma’s poodle skirt wasn’t going to cut it either. He finally settled with an old long sleeve pant suit, he supposed it was his grandma’s. It was dark red and had an extra piece of fabric over the chest area which made it harder to tell if the skull-headed figure was really female or not.
Checking the clock he saw it was 7:30pm. He wondered when his roommate was coming back tonight, maybe he had a date? That would be good; he’d probably not be back until after midnight. He never tells me anything, Mar thought as he started to pile the clothes back into box. Along the way he found a pair of black lady’s driving gloves, and a thick silver and black leather belt. These would both enhance his costume he decided and put them with the other costume parts. He took all these costume components (suit, mask, gloves, belt, and boots) into the bathroom, locked the door and tried them on. He looked very much like a female superhero, but it seemed something was missing. He tried stuffing the front of the costume, but that only looked stupid. He just had no idea what was missing.
Rules:
*12 sentence minimum
*If your going to fight and don’t think you can make 12 sentences, PM the other fighter(s) and work out the fight ahead of time to avoid being under limit or bunnying. Be sure to mention they gave you permission to control them at the end of your post.
*No bunnying (without permission), bullying, or spamming. No all uppercase for more than 3 words.
*Put your both identities at the top of your post, you may need check the sign-up to find out what you got named.
*EVERYONE comes to the meeting, what you do from there is your prerogative.
___
Mar/The Creeper
Mar stared at the e-mail he’d received 6 hours earlier; another super wanted them all to team up as superheroes, at least that’s how it sounded. He re-read the letter:
From: Super2009@Mahoo.com (don’t try e-mailing this, I made it up)
Dear fellow students,
It has come to my attention that some of us are different from the regular crowd, that we posses skill and powers that others do not. We could be considered Super Human. If you are interested in forming a group to promote positive changes in the world then meet me in the C dorms’ commons tonight at midnight. The dorm door code is 2454. Also, I know it is short notice, but come in costume to protect your identity.
~A friend
Well he/she didn’t actually say superheroes, but promoting positive changes is what superheroes do right? He wondered who it was, was it that girl? Or this guy? Mar closed his mailbox and logged off the internet.
He opened his closet, good thing his roommate wasn’t around; otherwise he wouldn’t be able to look for costume components. His roommate the kind of guy that liked to party and go on dates, so Mar was often alone. That suited him just fine; he knew that guy wasn’t going to be around long, so it was best not to get attached. The first time they’d meet, while moving in, Mar gave him some of the cookies his mom had made. At that instant he knew that his new roommate wouldn’t even finish college before kicking the bucket. He drug out the big box of old clothes his grandpa had sent him. None of his grandpa’s old clothes were been small enough to fit him; he’d have to alter them. Some of Grandma’s and Mom’s old clothes were in there to, but he couldn’t wear those, they were girls’ clothes. He rummaged through it for a moment, thinking. Suddenly he heard a noise from out in the hall, hearty male laughter. He crept to the door and looked out, just some of the guys that lived down the hall. He returned to the box. He didn’t know where to start. Sighing he went back to the closet and went through his hung-up clothes. He couldn’t use any of these, he wore them too often.
Mar changed tactics, opening the top drawer of his dresser he was greeted by socks and underwear as expected. He knew the second drawer was tank tops and pajamas, and that the third drawer was junk. He slammed close the sock drawer and opened the junk drawer, lying on top was a skull shaped mask and a tube of black lipstick, both left over from Halloweens past. He took the mask into the bathroom and put it on. Only his eye area and lower jaw showed, not enough to tell if it was him. The mask also covered the white patch in his bangs making him look less unique physically; that was good when disguising your identity. He rubbed his chin, which reminded him of its curse; he had less facial hair than a lot of women. Sighing he removed the mask and went over to the box.
Upturning the box he let the contents fall out, the last of which made a thud as they rolled off the clothes and hit the floor, a pair of white fake leather boots. They looked rather feminine; they must have been his mom or his grandma’s. He decided to try then on, just because they looked like they would fit. They did, quite comfortably actually. This made him wonder, if all I have that fits, and I don’t wear, is female’s clothing, would dressing in drag be so bad, especially if no one was suppose to know its me? He tried on some of the women’s clothes. One of his mom’s old frilly shirts was in there, wearing it made him shudder. Grandma’s poodle skirt wasn’t going to cut it either. He finally settled with an old long sleeve pant suit, he supposed it was his grandma’s. It was dark red and had an extra piece of fabric over the chest area which made it harder to tell if the skull-headed figure was really female or not.
Checking the clock he saw it was 7:30pm. He wondered when his roommate was coming back tonight, maybe he had a date? That would be good; he’d probably not be back until after midnight. He never tells me anything, Mar thought as he started to pile the clothes back into box. Along the way he found a pair of black lady’s driving gloves, and a thick silver and black leather belt. These would both enhance his costume he decided and put them with the other costume parts. He took all these costume components (suit, mask, gloves, belt, and boots) into the bathroom, locked the door and tried them on. He looked very much like a female superhero, but it seemed something was missing. He tried stuffing the front of the costume, but that only looked stupid. He just had no idea what was missing.