Post by Alfred F. Jones on Oct 2, 2010 12:24:12 GMT -5
Alfred F. Jones
My “F” stands for FUCK YEAH. Or Freedom.
[/b]My “F” stands for FUCK YEAH. Or Freedom.
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Aw, hey! I’d like to think it’s a good thing, thank you! I mean, I’ll get to get this dang thing under control! ‘Cause ain’t no hero just going to POP out there like that, y’know?
Er.
You can call me Al
WE CAN’T TELL BY LOOKING AT YOU… ARE YOU MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN-BETWEEN IT ALL?
seriously? You can’t look at my handsome features and tell that I am a sweet, sweet man? Dean… You gotta get your glasses fixed.
OH, REALLY? HM. YOU SHOULD WORK ON LOOKING IT… ANYWAY, WHEN WERE YOU BORN?
Whoa-HEY NOW. I look it! Yeesh… Heh, anyway, I’m 19 and I was born on July 4th! Isn’t that amazing?! It’s only the birthday of our ROCKIN’ NATION BABY.
WELL, YOU LOOK PRETTY FINE FOR YOUR AGE… BUT TSK. THIS OLD AND CAN’T CONTROL IT? NO WONDER YOU’RE HERE.
…s’not my fault. Lay off.
SO, WE THOUGHT THAT BRAD PITT WAS HOT AS ALDO RAINE, BUT WHAT ABOUT YOU? …WE’RE THE DEANS, NOT YOU, DON’T GIVE US THAT LOOK.
A-Aldo Raine? I.. Why we gotta talk about Mr. Pitt, huh? L.. Let’s totally talk about other things, ‘cause it’s not like I totally have to pause the movie to stare at him or anything and-HEY. I’m not gay! Don’t even think that! I totally dig chicks
UHUH. WELL. THAT WAS INTERESTING. NOW, WHAT DO YOU ENJOY DOING?
Oh, man, I love a little of everything. Well. Maybe that’s an exaggeration, ‘cause there’s tons of crap that I really can’t stand. Mm. I like eating and going to McDonalds, watching and making movies, being a hero… Oh! I like going outside at night and stargazing. I can actually tell you a surprising amount about space – Its one of my best topics. Once, I used to think I was going to grow up to BE an astronaut! Now? Well... If I get this under control? Maybe. I like playing sports too, making friends, and making people laugh! I love seeing people’s faces light up. I don’t like frowny faces. I like –dinosaurs- too, so going to museums to check out the fossils is an AWESOME way to pass time! I also like to invent things, even if my brother calls them large pieces of junk.
NOW, WHAT ABOUT THINGS YOU DON’T LIKE? WE WOULD LIKE TO KNOW IN ORDER TO EMBETTER YOUR SITUATION AND LIVING ARRANGEMENTS. LIKE MINDS WITH LIKE MINDS AND ALL…
I hate diets. Just.. I’m not good at them, I never can stick to them, and ultimately I end up more depressed after I start one than what I was BEFORE I began. I’m also rather adverse to health foods. I don’t care if they are supposed to be healthier, they taste nasty, and I eat food that tastes GOOD. I don’t like the cold either. There’s just something about it that doesn’t mix with me. I’d much prefer to stay at home, cuddled under a mountain of blankets, and wait it out until I can run outside WITHOUT freezing my balls off, kthx. Oh, and being hungry sucks. I get really grumpy and grouchy when that happens.
DULLY NOTED. WE’LL REMEMBER THAT AS WE PLACE YOU IN CLASSES AND SUCH. NOW, DO YOU HAVE ANY SPECIAL SKILLS OR SOMETHING YOU’RE ACTUALLY GOOD AT? CONTROLLING YOURSELF MUST NOT BE ONE TO BE HERE…
I’m great with people! I can talk to anyone and have no problems! Um… I’m really strong too – I’ve been like that my whole life, though. I just don’t really notice it anymore. Lesse… I’m really friendly and I’m a great friend, ‘cause I totally won’t ever let you down. I’m not bad at the sports I play, either, and I am pretty darn smart
HUH. THAT’S CURIOUS – WE NEVER WOULD HAVE THOUGHT THAT WITH YOU. NOW, WHAT DO YOU SUCK AT? …IT’S A WORD, DEAL WITH IT.
I don’t suck at anything! I’m the HERO BABY.
[Third Person Notation : Oh, Al. What you refuse to say is, He’s a little loud and, as such, tends to talk when he shouldn’t (and about things he really shouldn’t). He can’t “read the atmosphere”, so often he says the wrong things at the VERY wrong times. Another huge weakness is his food issue. He eats a little too much sometimes and gets sick afterwards – Consequently if he doesn’t eat ENOUGH he gets sick too. It’s a bit of a lose/lose situation there.
Alfred is also rather naïve to the world, or at least acts it, and is thusly rather easy to take advantage of. He tends to get hurt by this fact.]
HM. FIGURES. WE SEE A LOT OF CASES LIKE THAT AND- HEY, LOOK, ICE CREAME!
OH MY GOD, you serious?! I love ice creame!
WHOOPS, GUESS YOU MISSED THE TREAT. NOW, YOU MIGHT BE A LITTLE YOUNG YET, BUT GIVEN ANY THOUGHT ON WHAT YOU LIKE IN A PARTNER? DON’T BE SHY.
. . .that wasn’t cool. You don’t even know how uncool that was. You don’t tease a guy over his ice creame.
Anyway, a partner? Well, heck… I’d be happy with one that likes me for who I am and is willing to look past
HM, THAT SCRATCHES OUT MY DAUGHTER… WHAT ABOUT THINGS YOU HATE IN A PERSON? FOR… FUTURE REFERENCE.
…you were going to offer your daughter during an interview? You’re an odd parent..
Anyway, I don’t really hate much in a person. I don’t like shallow people.. I like some personality to back up those good looks.
YOU’RE QUITE SHALLOW, AREN’T YOU? HM, NO MIRRORS ALLOWED IN YOUR ROOM…
Whoa, I’m shallow because I know I’m awesome? Well, fuck. Eh, s’not like I look in the mirror a lot anyway, especially to fix my hair. Ain’t nothin’ going to get that little bugger up top to stay DOWN.
NO INTERVIEW WOULD BE COMPLETE WITHOUT SOME BASIC QUESTIONS, RIGHT? JUST ANSWER THEM AS TRUTHFULLY AS POSSIBLE, OKAY?
OH! Are these like those in-depth soul searching kind of questions? I LOVE THOSE.
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD AND DRINK?
…not the type of soul searching I thought, but searching my soul DOES tend to yield food.. Anyway, BURGERS AND FRIES. I mean, is there any question about that? Most delicious food God ever GAVE us! I bet it’s what Adam and Eve ate in the Garden of Eden, then God felt bad about trying to keep that awesome food all to himself, so eventually he let us have the secret again!
Oh, and for drink? Do milkshakes count? You DRINK them, after all… Fffffno? Then Coke. With ice.
FAVOURITE PHRASE OR QUOTE?
“For my part I know nothing with any certainty, but the sight of the stars makes me dream.”
FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?
FAVORITE COLOUR?
RED WHITE AND BLUE. All three. Together.
FAVORITE PLACE?
McDonalds? The Golden Arches of Heaven? Naw? Um. Actually, I kind of like any place outside, under a tree, that I can curl up under on a sunny day and just chill. Cloud-watching is an awesome past time too.
FAVORITE BOOK?
I GOT THIS ONE. Stephen Colbert’s, ”I Am America and So Can You”!
FAVOURITE ARTICLE OF CLOTHING?
My bomber jacket! It’s brown, has a star, a plane, and 50 on the back! It’s AMAZING. I got it from Grandpa. Apparently it’s the coat he wore in World War II. I won’t let –anything- happen to this baby.
YOU HANDLED THE DRILL WELL… WE ARE IMPRESSED. NOW, TELL US ABOUT YOURSELF.
I’d say I’m a pretty awesome guy, over all. I’m usually a happy person with a pretty cheerful outlook on life, and it takes a lot to really get me feeling down. Once I am depressed, though… I’ll admit, its always a bit difficult to pull me out of my slump. That’s… That’s me! Yep!
[Third Person Notation :] Oh, Al, that’s not even half of it. Silly boy.
Alfred, for the most part, acts like a big, dopey idiot. It’s not how he really is at all – Sure, he’s a very happy person, rather childish around the edges, and naïve enough to want to think the best in everyone, but he’s not an idiot like he tries to act. Alfred enjoys being this way, however, because it makes everyone smile. Sure, they might say things behind his back, but that’s okay because he made them happy.
He has issues with being separated from people. The divorce that his family went through did a little number on him, mostly because he was taken away from his twin. Al was so lost about this, because they had ALWAYS been together. Now, he replaces this empty feeling with friendships. The issue with this is that Alfred has a habit of thinking a friendship is much better than what it is, poor thing.]
HOW ABOUT FAMILY? ARE YOU LEAVING ANYONE BEHIND?
Um, well… I’m leaving Mom behind back home. Dad doesn’t live with us – He and Mattie moved up North to Canada when Mom and Dad split up. So only my Mom is back in my house in Texas. Mattie’s here, though! Haven’t seen him, though… Must be playing hide-n-seek.
THAT’S INTERESTING… REMINDS US OF HOME. NOW, WHAT HAS BROUGHT YOU TO OUR ESTABLISHMENT, EXACTLY?
The whole family was in our vacation house in Maine, right? ‘Cause we can only get together during the summer after Mom and Dad divorced… Well, me and Mattie were left alone while Mom and Dad went out (something about “trying to patch things up” – yeah right) and we’re brothers, right? We naturally are kinda clingy and… This time was different and… we may or may not have completely destroyed the couch in our excitement. Mom and Dad found out about this place and, needless to say, we got shipped off FAST.
NOW, SO WE KNOW WHEN SCHEDULING YOU, DO YOU WORK ANYWHERE AT THE MOMENT? WHAT ABOUT LIVING? DO YOU HAVE AN APARTMENT OFF CAMPUS, OR SHALL WE PUT YOU IN A DORM?
I’m working on getting a job, actually! There’s this sweet burger joint in the mall that let’s you wear your skates! You roller skate the food out to the tables. I REALLY wanna work there! I filled out my application, I’m just waiting on them to accept me. And living? Er. Dorm. All the way. I’m not made of money, yeesh.
HM, ALRIGHT. LET’S SAY YOUR HOME IS BEING FLOODED. …PRETEND YOU LIVE ON THE COAST OR SOMETHING, OKAY? ANYWAY, WHAT THREE THIGNS WOULD YOU SAVE?
Well, first I’d save ANYONE in the building, duh! I’m a HERO. Thought you would have learned that by now. Following that? My Playstation and my stuffed alien, Tony. He’s awesome, you don’t even know !
WE NEVER WOULD HAVE PICTURED YOU THE TYPE TO CARE. HOW ODD.
Hahaha-Wat. Really. . ? Lame.
NOW, WE ALL KNOW WHAT REASON YOU’RE HERE… BUT WE DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU ARE. MIND TELLING US YOUR SPECIES?
I’m… A dog. Yeah, I know, go ahead and laugh WHILE YOU CAN. I’m the Alpha Dog!
HM. WE HAVE FACILITIES THAT YOU MAY FIND USEFUL. I’M SURE YOU’VE READ THE HANDBOOK THOUGH, RIGHT? IF SO, PLEASE GIVE US THE THREE HIDDEN WORDS IN A SENTENCE OR TWO.
O-Oh… Crap. Um. Words. Er… “I am a charming gentleman, who always passes the syrup forward to his bro!”
YOU’RE NOT AS MUCH OF A SLACKER AS WE THOUGHT. THAT’S GOOD. WE ARE IMPRESSED WITH YOU.
HECK YEAH! C’mon, we can go get Mickey-Dees after this!
WELL, THAT JUST ABOUT WRAPS EVERYTHING UP… IS THERE ANYTHING ELSE YOU WOULD LIKE TO TELL US?
Yeah! Look out for me, Academy! I’m going to be Lead HERO around here~!
WE’LL TAKE OUR LEAVE NOW. PLEASE WAIT FOR VERIFICATION INTO THE SYSTEM.
Kay! I’ll just sit tight~[/size]
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Maple has been endlessly trailing around on this planet for twenty-one years, and they appear to be stuck. Whoops. So they took up role playing to pass the time, and have been doing so for eleven years. How interesting! They are located in the Eastern time-zone, for future globe-trotting reference! But I guess you can always reach them at notacomputerkay@yahoo.com.
Well, let’s get this paper into the system! :
“Hurry up, Mattie! You’re draggin’ me down, I swear!”
“S-Sorry, but maybe if you didn’t insist on trying to take a year’s worth of supplies...”
“Says the Canadian that wanted to save his maple syrup.”
Briefly, Matthew Williams thought about making a sharp retort towards his twin brother over the syrup remark, and even opened his mouth for a moment to do it, then thought better on it and shut his mouth with an irritated sound. He was smart enough to realize when a silly fight was just that : silly. The slightly younger twin shook his head slightly and bent at the knees again to lift a crate of supplies to hand over to Alfred with a little wince.
“Pokreitok,” Canada remarked lightly as he let the crate fall heavily into his brothers outstretched and eager arms.
Alfred F. Jones groaned slightly at the sudden weight before he hoisted it up with him inside of the helicopter. “Mattie, I speak Inuit too, y’know. I’m not a fool, thank you, for pointing that out. ‘Sides, you were the one that said we needed to bring first aid kits with us.”
“In case anyone is hurt!” Matthew retorted back, bending to pick up another crate, this one clearly labeled as “FOOD”. “I can’t help that you’re not sensitive enough to think about things like that…”
“I’m plenty sensitive – Sensitive enough to let you bring that damn bear along,” America shook his head, taking the crate away from his brother’s arms to slide along the floor towards the back to go with the rest of their food stock.
“Don’t even start with me about Kumakichi!” Matthew grumbled as he placed his hands, in frustration, onto his slim hips.
Canada didn’t seem to realize that he had again changed his bears name, but on the other hand…neither did America. The slightly stockier brother rolled his eyes slightly and extended his arms towards his brother, ready for another crate of food.
They had raided all of the supply locations they could find, distributing what they could to groups of survivors in the States and Canada, keeping some for themselves and their journey they were preparing for. Matthew had not been particularly fond of the idea of flying across the ocean, especially not into the dead centre of Europe instead of close to the coastal town, but somewhere in the lower parts of his stomach he had a hope : maybe across the water it was better. His lips quirked into a bit of a smile at the prospect. Yes, maybe across the water there weren’t so many zombies… Maybe there were even more survivors!
So elated at the prospect was he that he tossed the next crate up to his brother, only snapping from his reverie as he listened to expletives fall from Alfred’s lips.
“Damnit, Mattie! Watch where you’re slinging those things!” Alfred growled slightly as he pushed the crate off from atop him, sitting up to briefly rub at his sore chest where it had knocked him. “I swear, you’re just as bad as a girl for dazing off like that…”
“Like you’d know,” Matthew countered back with a sly look, though he did pull himself up into the helicopter to apologetically move the crate for Alfred.
((Anyone from my Zombie Role Play should recognize this -- And know that it's when Alfred burst the hole in the roof of the church, orz. ANYWAY... This is the first thing I found laying around and was a bit too lazy to come up with any other evidence, eheh..))
“S-Sorry, but maybe if you didn’t insist on trying to take a year’s worth of supplies...”
“Says the Canadian that wanted to save his maple syrup.”
Briefly, Matthew Williams thought about making a sharp retort towards his twin brother over the syrup remark, and even opened his mouth for a moment to do it, then thought better on it and shut his mouth with an irritated sound. He was smart enough to realize when a silly fight was just that : silly. The slightly younger twin shook his head slightly and bent at the knees again to lift a crate of supplies to hand over to Alfred with a little wince.
“Pokreitok,” Canada remarked lightly as he let the crate fall heavily into his brothers outstretched and eager arms.
Alfred F. Jones groaned slightly at the sudden weight before he hoisted it up with him inside of the helicopter. “Mattie, I speak Inuit too, y’know. I’m not a fool, thank you, for pointing that out. ‘Sides, you were the one that said we needed to bring first aid kits with us.”
“In case anyone is hurt!” Matthew retorted back, bending to pick up another crate, this one clearly labeled as “FOOD”. “I can’t help that you’re not sensitive enough to think about things like that…”
“I’m plenty sensitive – Sensitive enough to let you bring that damn bear along,” America shook his head, taking the crate away from his brother’s arms to slide along the floor towards the back to go with the rest of their food stock.
“Don’t even start with me about Kumakichi!” Matthew grumbled as he placed his hands, in frustration, onto his slim hips.
Canada didn’t seem to realize that he had again changed his bears name, but on the other hand…neither did America. The slightly stockier brother rolled his eyes slightly and extended his arms towards his brother, ready for another crate of food.
They had raided all of the supply locations they could find, distributing what they could to groups of survivors in the States and Canada, keeping some for themselves and their journey they were preparing for. Matthew had not been particularly fond of the idea of flying across the ocean, especially not into the dead centre of Europe instead of close to the coastal town, but somewhere in the lower parts of his stomach he had a hope : maybe across the water it was better. His lips quirked into a bit of a smile at the prospect. Yes, maybe across the water there weren’t so many zombies… Maybe there were even more survivors!
So elated at the prospect was he that he tossed the next crate up to his brother, only snapping from his reverie as he listened to expletives fall from Alfred’s lips.
“Damnit, Mattie! Watch where you’re slinging those things!” Alfred growled slightly as he pushed the crate off from atop him, sitting up to briefly rub at his sore chest where it had knocked him. “I swear, you’re just as bad as a girl for dazing off like that…”
“Like you’d know,” Matthew countered back with a sly look, though he did pull himself up into the helicopter to apologetically move the crate for Alfred.
((Anyone from my Zombie Role Play should recognize this -- And know that it's when Alfred burst the hole in the roof of the church, orz. ANYWAY... This is the first thing I found laying around and was a bit too lazy to come up with any other evidence, eheh..))
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by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0.
Maple just edited it to her liking.
[/right]it! yep, that's right, this sexy application template was made
by yours truly: CHRISS a.k.a. LENNY GOT LAID ?! @
CAUTION 2.0.
Maple just edited it to her liking.