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Post by Mort Rainey on May 5, 2011 17:55:15 GMT -5
i agree with the cook out idea!!! RP party or somthing like that >.> <.<
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Post by Mort Rainey on May 5, 2011 17:13:04 GMT -5
Going: other Details: bloody school's nipping at my heals How long: Longer then a month Expected Return Date: Additional Comments: well... I'm looking into a student exchange program and I've got a ton of school work and tests, I'm hardly on this blasted thing so... I'm officially burried under notebooks and pens... I'll be back as soon as I get a breather... love you all!!
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Post by Mort Rainey on Mar 25, 2011 16:25:27 GMT -5
His butt was getting numb, hunched over in the driver's seat, he sighed for the millionth time after hours of driving. The view before him seemed like everything else he had passed, houses and random shops, all worn and similar. For a moment he thought he had gotten lost but, the map and his surroundings told his this place was plain and perfect. He missed his cabin back on his patch of nowhere but, he could do without the arthritic sheriff and the stuffy towns people. He shouldn't miss the sleepy damp town, they didn't want him there. The Sheriff had asked him to leave because of them, Mort knew the geyser was probably the one who stuck the idea in their heads. One hand on the steering wheel and the other pointing his way on the map on his legs moving to his face for a second to rub the sleep out of his eyes, and that was all it took for his car to swerve in a zigzag down the street and into a mailbox. He killed the engine and got out of his car. The mangled mail box of a house on a hill lay on the hood of his mud and rain splattered Jeep. Small black and gold numbers gave him a sigh of relief. He wouldn't be getting into any trouble so soon, he had just ran over his own mail box to the house he just purchased. His new start and new hiding place, away from the bogus charges of the needle pointing Sheriff. Without bothering to move his car he dug around it for his bags, only the things he needed to pass the night. Later when he was well rested he would move in properly and go out to get some cleaning things to make the house at least livable. "Thought you weren't a clean freak, you like things a bit dusty?" The southern drawl echoed in his head accompanied by a laugh and a chuckle, the chuckle reminded him he wasn't alone. "Not a neat freak, I just don't want creepy crawlies and vermin in my food and stuff. Imagine a rat or roaches nesting in your hat." his voice was irritated and mimicked the crunching gravel under his feet as he carried a back pack over his shoulder and two boxes in his arms. Getting the door open had not been easy but, he manged without getting too wet as the flood gates opened for the third time that day. Thunder made him jump inside and lock his door with a frightened look on his face. Setting this down on a hard wood kitchen table, left behind no doubt, he began to explore his new home.
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Post by Mort Rainey on Mar 9, 2011 19:12:35 GMT -5
Going: other Details: School year just started and Junior year in my highschool is big Sh!t How long: A month or less Expected Return Date: April 28th at most Additional Comments: This really stinks!! School has to stay at the top of my list. Sad thing is I have to bury my head in the books and away from this place. You know what stinks worse? I found an RP I really want to do. Oh well, gotta be good in school if I ever want to work with the big man himself!!
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Post by Mort Rainey on Mar 3, 2011 19:31:19 GMT -5
Username: Movie: Character Description: Mort is a disorganized man who is going through a very rough time with his divorce. He's got his kinks here and there, like most of us, well maybe not most of us. He's lazy and sleeps a large chunk of the day away on his beloved couch, only to wake up to a laptop with what he calls "bad writing". Not overly fond of the outside, he only goes out to get necesary things like food and a pack of Palmals. He's usually on his couch in a housecoat and dresses in comfy baggy clothes not really caring if he looks right or not. Many times he's just tugged a beannie on his head, hair in tangles, stepping out the door just like that. Mort's been alone ever since he cuaght his wife sleeping with another man, nothing but his dog Chico to keep him company in a secluded cabin in the woods. His deshevled apperence, acompanied by a dobuios sanity, only worsens when a tall hard faced man with a southern drawl acosts him after acusing him of plagerism, having been cuaght for that before Mort ignores him hoping it'll go away, but Shooter never does, only digging Mort a deeper grave by killng his dog and two people. He's hostile towards Ted and Amy, Ted more than Amy, figetting and giving out snide comments. He's procrastinating on his devorce not wanting to face the two and how Amy betrayed him. The events whizzing around Mort drive him crazier still until he ends up murdering his wife and her boyfriend under Shooter's control. That leave him calm and organized, his creative juices begin to flow agian. RP Sample: The starts where out luaghing at him almost, each twinkle seemed like an ocean of searing mockery. Shooter had quieted down a couple of weeks after Amy and Ted went missing. He hoped she was alright and just took off on some vacation to Italy but, he knew that wasn't true. The starts were laughing at him becuase they saw what a lonely loser he was. "You won't get a lover if you're still obsessing over her and that prick, mate. Hell you couldn't even get laid in your curent state" a rough scrachy voice in the back of his head half mocked half advised him. The voice didn't sound anything like Mort. Sitting up and lighting another ciggarette, he took a drag and kicked the dirt. "I don't want just a lover, I want someone who will wake up to only ME in the morning or middle of the night." His ass was getting a splinter in his left cheek, the porch was a little uncomfy now. He blew a ghostly plume of smoke with out noticing his response to the new voice, he jumped back to his thoughts on Amy. "Oh, who the fuck am I kinding she's probably dead." his saddened eyes that envisioned her dead in the dirt, rotting and covered in blood, widend in horror. Tremors shook his thining frame, tugging his knees to his forhead a small whimper escaping his lips. "Oh fuck what if Ted killed her. Fuck I'm going inside." he chucked his cigg into a rusty can filled with rain water, blotted through the door and locked it. Huddling in the corner of his couch he rocked back and forth, forcing himself to not cry. A puppy crawled to him licking his hand, the look of unconditional love beaming from her eyes. Picking her up she wagged her poofy tail he made himself comfy in the wellworn couch hugging the yorky mixbread to his tummy. Half asleep he cuddled up letting out a bearly audiable "Night night Pie, daddy's alright". RP Experience: Beginner Quote: I'd be lying if I said I wasn't on the verge of doing Snoopy dances Custom Title: scribbling couch patatoe Why Did You Choose This Character?: Becuase i know what its like to love your couch and he's just so fun to rp, all insane and figgety How'd You Find Us?: livejournal some depp slash fanfic comunity Additional Comments: I really do sleep on my couch in a housecoat/robe... creepy i know...
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Post by Mort Rainey on Feb 22, 2011 13:13:45 GMT -5
attack youtube...and fanfiction sites with ads...
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Post by Mort Rainey on Feb 17, 2011 21:52:38 GMT -5
hi there... I'm kinda shy so...but once I start talking I bable on and it can get out of hand to the point I talk about all kinds of things... I'm good at making friends and keeping them is fifty fifty... i have and odd attention span and tend to loose track of things... I revolve around dreams, I dream about one day becoming a great costume designer (among other things...like a writter!!) and being able to work with Burton or Depp and preferably both!! Also maybe an actoress but i wouldn't have the luck. If you see alot of spelling/grammar mistakes its cuase handling spanish and english isn't so easy... Hm... I like post hardcore music but almost everything works fine I like food, sweets mainly and alot of other stuff too... umm I sing draw and write... fiction and poetry... and i paint design also do the construction part, so i've had needles deep into my long sharp nailed fingers... lots of times... if you want to know more about me just talk to me...I'm a very looney... I mean lonely person with loads or no time on my hands but I always make time to talk to people... Funny thing about this type of stuff... normaly one could say loads about oneself but when the time comes to write it nothing comes to mind!!
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