Any of those are correct, yes indeed!
When referring to geographic scale, it would make more sense for it to have been Washington, US, because Washington is found within the United States, and not vice versa. Similar to how Ellensburg is found within Washington.
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{ 1 0 : 5 5 } << I'm fine. >>He felt his stomach settle, but the tone of voice was familiar. He prepared himself for another one of her ridiculous tirades, shaking the liquid in his coffee cup and looking away annoyed.He looked as drained as the bourgeois wench, his face pale. He wanted to leave right at this moment. He could not even make a comment about her well-being without the ridiculous fool blowing it up into an attack on her personal grievances. And she blamed him for it! What a joke. He felt anger bubble up in his chest, but he simply looked at a nearby tree with a ghastly gaze of frustration.<< What a hypocrite. >> He mumbled to himself.She went on to metastasize some sort of ridiculous speech about her poor little life. As if the others did not have their own problems ...<< My life isn't as perfect and superficial as you make it out to be in your ridiculous speeches, but you wouldn't understand that. From day one you have judged me based on my appearance. You have made little effort to get to know me Torvald. I don't just careless throw money around like you make it seem. Yes, I was born better off, btu that doesn't mean I waste what I have or take advantage of things and people. >>Torvald clenched his coffee cup. She was putting words in his mouth.But he didn't feel angry. This wasn't the first time people misunderstood him. It wouldn't be the last.<< It would be wise for you to remember those kindergarten sayings about judging books. >>This was disgusting.She was the one talking about judging books? What an imbecile. She turned up to leave, leaving her coffee cup on the table and greeting Tucker and Rainbow. Ugh. There you go again, Torvald ...He felt something dreadful latch upon his shoulders. Torvald groaned and stood up, growling as he violently threw his empty coffee cup into the fountain. It landed with a cold splash. Maria kept walking.He gazed at the other two sitting nearby. They had not said a word during the entire exchange, and he did not blame them. He never should have spent time with these people if it meant causing frustrations for more.He sighed and reached over into the fountain, grabbing the soggy coffee cup and launching it into the garbage can nearby. He walked quietly over to Maria's cup and picked it up, then began lumbering over to her direction.<< Maria, >> He began, with a low voice.<< You left your coffee. >> He gently placed it on a table near where they were walking. << I will leave. I have no business ruining others' days like this, especially with the recent losses. >><< It is a good thing to hear you are fine. >>He walked away from Maria and turned the corner of the street, away from the park. It was a few moments to the bus stop, and Torvald checked the time. 10:55. More than enough time to head to Quercus Medical. He prayed he did not bump into anyone else for the day, lest more revolutions begin. Ah ...He kicked a nearby fence in frustration as he reached the bus stop, stuffing his hands in his pockets. { P A S S I O N - O - M A T I C } { ▰▰ } { status: frustrated }
It is good to see they changed their names to more accurately reflect what they are.
Only if you take the KHV SAT. Here is a tip: All of the answers for the questions on the Characters section are Xehanort.
{ 1 0 : 5 0 } How excessively irritating! Although he was able to pay for the other two, the wretched little ice aristocrat princess thought it good enough for her to flaunt her money in front of the working class. Torvald stood aside as he watched her pay, fuming and grumbling. He sipped his own coffee and turned away from the others. This wasn't the greatest of times to socialize with two comrades and a ridiculous hurricane of discontent.But it also wasn't the time to make a fuss out of it. Just stay for a bit, Torvald. You needed to get there when you still had time ... Sigh.Tiredness gripped at his shoulders again, and he felt the slow grip of fatigue return to his sides. The little group walked to a few tables by the enormous fountain, and sat down on a table in front of it after clearing away the snow. And yet, Torvald couldn't happen to not keep gazing at the bourgeois princess -- why did her face looked like a communist revolution had gone through it? He took a seat in front of Tucker, Rainbow, and the wench herself. He turned his head to the side, occasionally glancing at the girl directly in front of him. The black liquid slid down his throat with every sip and was extremely bitter. A bitterness that carried hints of richness which the winter gave to warm coffee. Torvald shifted his scarf closer to his chin.He heard a sharp tap on the table. The pawn had set her coffee cup loudly down in front of herself, and seemed ready to strike like a vicious panther.<< Do you have a need to stare? >>He glanced away tiredly and looked back at the fountain, shaking around the liquid in his coffee cup. She asked him to keep the conflicts away and yet here this seething incompetent hypocrite was attempting to stir up trouble. Torvald mentally kept the steam out of his head. << You realize that it is extremely noticeable to somebody who dabbles in medicine. It is in my rights to stare, you blubbering enemy of the proletariat. >> His voice carried a grisly huff with it; the same calm tone as before, but slightly exasperated. He did not dare look at the girl.<< You are in your rights to not have to tell how you received them, but it would do ... all of us best to know if your health and wellness has improved, and you are feeling better. I am sure the recent events have stricken at your tepid, capitalist soul and have left scars that run deeper than those around your neck. >>He sipped his coffee. << It certainly goes for all of us. >> { P A S S I O N - O - M A T I C } { ▰▰▰▰▰▰} { status: frustrated }
{ m u s i c }[ divine comedy ] Wh-- Fatime slipped away from her blanket as she felt a great arm wrap around her tiny, frail body. What? What was this?! She suddenly felt like a helpless stray thrown into cold water. Her dead expression collapsed into one of worry and nervousness, her bottom lip trembling in barely-restrained fear. She squirmed around slightly, trying to understand what was happening. A cloud of warmth settled over her; seeped into her skin, stroked her hair, and tickled the ends of her bare toes. The feathery scent of stale Old Spice entered her nostrils and she found herself resting her head against Julius, curled tight and restrained by his arm. << You don't have to say anything ... now is the best time to let it out. Let it out before it builds up and becomes worse. >> ... She slowly moved her head, pressing her forehead to Julius' side and closing her eyes. This felt so familiar ... but how long had it been? Her memories were getting fuzzy, and she felt extremely tired. It was not the fatigue one felt from a lack of sleep, or from hard work, or from repetition, no. This fatigue, it was a tiredness one felt with the world; with every living, breathing, aching moment of existence. To simply see, smell, hear, to touch anything drained energy, as if simply living drained one's own life. Fatime curled her legs closer to her. Her head and heart felt heavy, but the small candlewick of bliss that she felt so close to her let her soul loosen. She felt a mordant claw relax its grip on her throat. << ... y--y--your legs a--a--are i--injured. w--what's done i--is done. i--i--it's o--okay, profe-fessor. >> Her voice was less than a whisper, riddled with the stuttering cobwebs of disuse. Why did he have the need to do this? It felt as if someone had slit her throat, cut her eyes, bashed her ears in. Tears welled up, ready to drop like marbles clouded with regret and sorrow and an intense hatred for everything right now. But she couldn't. Not with this ... so they came trickling down like a stream, a burst balloon that let out only a fizzle of air into the atmosphere, and so Fatime tried to fight it, but it was relentless. But she let it take its toll. Not with a bang, but a whimper.
I never knew Misty was the protagonist of Nintendo's newest video game. It is good to see some of us stuck on this forum are aiming high.
What a jerk.
What about profile status messages?
{ 1 0 : 4 5 } Impudent catcake! Fluff on the shoes of Stalin! Torvald gazed at her with a menacing stare. His lips trembled a bit, but he did not say anything. Maria pulled her poncho closer to her, and -- oh? It was here Torvald noticed the marks on her face, and near her neck. His gaze of infernal perdition towards her most base person suddenly melted into inquisitiveness and scathing curiosity. He raised his eyebrows.But Maria did not want to afford another headache for the day. Torvald groaned and looked away. Was it the time? It wasn't the time. He sat back on his bench and stared blankly at the clouds above, his head tilting back over the bench's edge. That's right -- out of everyone, the hammerless hellhound of capitalist greed and misery that the wench was would have been well invested in the deceased.He sighed.But it was something else, too. She seemed less livelier than usual....What-- what had happened to her?What was going on with everyone ... ? Ugh. Torvald could not get the thought out of his mind, as much as he declared it an enemy to all that was certain in his rational thinking. He did not look back at them, but heard footsteps. Torvald mumbled.<< ... Bourgeois pawn, those marks on your-- >><< Hey everyone. >>Ah!Torvald looked towards the voice. It was the comrade Tucker who seemed well enough to befriend many. But he seemed drained today. Who did not? Besides Rainbow, it happened to be. His eyes looked weaker than usual and his cherry hair a paler shade of red. Torvald did not reply to his greeting, but calmly watched the capitalist dunce pounce into his arms like a ridiculous animal.He felt different, Torvald mused and tilted his head to the side, looking at him with the eye of a careful scientist. It must have been the draining potential of having friends so close suddenly disappear ...Maria mentioned something about Noelle, and Torvald apathetically turned his head away.What were they all doing here ...<< We're uh, just here to get a little fresh air, is all. So what brings to this side of Candlewood, Torv? >>Uh?Rainbow asked him a question.He turned his head lethargically to meet the captivating, colourfully fabulous gaze.He mulled over it.Why was he here again ...He was only a few blocks away from Quercus Medical School, wasn't he? They hadn't answered his calls. Not one bit. Were they not open today? Did he get the wrong number? He looked up at the sky again, standing back up. Torvald wrapped his great coat closer around him as the chill grew thicker in the air.<< ... I was on my way to stare at some shadows on a wall, is all. >> His voice was cold, unfeeling, and distant, lacking its usual evangelical rhetoric and slightly shaken in its confidence. He turned back to Rainbow.<< Excuse me for interrupting your walk on such a terrible day. My condolences ... if you so wish, I can treat you three comrades to coffee by the fountain before I part ways from you all again. >> He turned away from them, stuffing his cold hands in his pockets and looking in the direction of the old medical school. His words were sprinkled with a hint of fatigue and repetition. << It is the very least I may do, considering the ... tragedy of death and injury that has befallen us. >> { P A S S I O N - O - M A T I C } { ▰▰▰▰▰ } { status: dazed }
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Oh my lord. Time has passed.
Repostin'. While I do not have much to say about the aesthetics or internal mechanics, I can understand why Nintendo would want to aim at an audience younger than seven with a handheld like such (taking into account what James posted regarding the audience). Acknowledging the 3DS' constraints by virtue of its design -- the 3D and the clamshell -- is understandable when one realizes that the intention for the 2DS is indeed because things might be too complicated for younger ones and the like. Therefore, targeting the below-seven age with a handheld taking influence of simplicity from the Game Boy era makes sense when Nintendo's success has partly been built on young children in the past. Did many of you play something on a Game Boy when fairly young? Nintendo is just trying to cover their bases. I am fine with my 3DS, however. Also, the battery life is just a smidgen greater than the original 3DS which is more than anything a slight improvement considering they seem to be using essentially identical technology.
While I do not have much to say about the aesthetics or internal mechanics, I can understand why Nintendo would want to aim at an audience younger than seven with a handheld like such (taking into account what James posted regarding the audience). Acknowledging the 3DS' constraints by virtue of its design -- the 3D and the clamshell -- is understandable when one realizes that the intention for the 2DS is indeed because things might be too complicated for younger ones and the like. Therefore, targeting the below-seven age with a handheld taking influence of simplicity from the Game Boy era makes sense when Nintendo's success has partly been built on young children in the past. Did many of you play something on a Game Boy when fairly young? Nintendo is just trying to cover their bases. I am fine with my 3DS, however.
{ 2 3 : 4 0 } Torvald's blinked, re-reading the news article again and again. Spoiler: News Article Oh.For a long time, he sat on the park bench, unable to say a word. The untimeliness of death had grasped words away from his mouth, and for once in his life he couldn't say anything beyond soft incomprehensible mumbles. Died? Death. On the same road as the Professor, too? What kind of cursed capitalist trickery was this? Torvald scowled, but he only felt empty.It wasn't like he had never gone through this before. He sighed a sigh not of mourning, but of fatigue over the repetition in his head. More death ... his stomach curled up in weak knots. At the same time, he didn't feel sad about it. At all. He just shook his head and paid his respects. Death was a distant figure to him now. Or, well, he wanted it to be. So badly ...Torvald placed his phone back into his pocket and stretched out upon the bench, trying to get a better look at the cold winter sky. He laid his head back on his arms and tilted his head, the winter breeze on his pinkish cold-nipped nose. It was almost the end of the year, and they couldn't get through a single few years without something terrible happening ...Torvald thought back to the stories the others told him, when he first arrived here, about the horror that was Camp Fortissimo two years ago.It took quite a bit to shake Torvald, but for all of that to happen to children ... he resisted the urge to shiver. And now these crashes. It wasn't in the right mind to think through the throes of conspiracy, Torvald. People were just careless. People were always careless ...He sighed and slid fingers around his sleek phone as he stared blankly at the sky.There was a rustle.Torvald jumped and turned his head, like a startled deer....<< Rainbow? What are you doing in the park-- >>Was that ...<< You! You! >> He jumped up, less looking like he was ready to fight than he seemed extremely startled and suspicious; a cornered fox, continuing to babble on nonsense. << You two! Both of you! Both of you two! Two of you! Aaaaaugh! >> { P A S S I O N - O - M A T I C } { ▰▰▰▰▰ } { status: dazed }
{ m u s i c }[ divine comedy ] Chambers, N. Fatime timidly entered the room, limping slightly on her left leg. It was cold and empty, but the notice outside said that the patient was ready to be discharged this morning. When Ayanna had visited yesterday evening to inform her of the dire news, Fatime could hardly believe it. She did not want to believe it. And part of all of this ridiculousness was because of her! Of her! Ayanna had left when Fatime could not stop giggling, giggling, giggling uncontrollably, so much that she almost woke poor Julius. She could hardly believe it. Deep breaths. For the rest of the day she refused even to see the idiot nurse boy, or greet anyone else entering her room. She stayed huddled beneath her blanket, quiet and silent, making more paper cranes. And this morning, when the deaths of the forsaken made the news, it was at the same moment that the nurses announced Fatime was well enough to start walking again. But why? What was the point? Fatime sat in bed for the rest of the early morning, finishing her cranes. She tied notes to them with delicate fingers, looking away from the window. Today her fingers were rife with small bandages from careless, deep paper cuts. She had placed a crane with a small note next to Julius' bed before heading out to find Noelle's room. The halls were noisy from her tripping, but that was only because she was the only one awake so early. A particularly violent fall sent a shock into her hip, but Fatime bit her tongue and pressed on, trying not to think about anything in particular. The televisions in this floor's various common rooms continued to attack her head with the recent news. She never did notice it, but every time she passed by one of these open rooms her steps slowed down just for a tiny, ephemeral moment. The hospital floor was derelict, and only Fatime's slow footsteps echoed among the peeling blue-and-white speckled linoleum tiles. Noelle was still sleeping right now, so Fatime placed the black origami crane with the note next to her phone. She looked back at Noelle. Did she know? Fatime's body ached heavily. She sighed and shuffled out of the room, gently closing the door behind her. When she returned to her room, Professor Julius was still sound asleep on his bed. She moved back to her own, slowly lifting her tiny legs into the messy sheets. A few strips of bandages lay on the ground around the bed, along with crumpled up, torn, and ruined black cranes. The linens had grayed from the repeated stains of tears, and the origami book lay open next to the tablet-- Fatime choked. Lucas' last gifts ... She looked at the black wrapping paper, and though she felt the great jaws of mortification well in her heart, she did not have enough energy in her body to release even a single chirp at the universe's merciless cruelty. Good endings only happened in books.
{ music } { 2 2 : 2 5 } Spoiler: Click here to look at Torvald's Dream (Extremely Image Heavy) The solid glass of the window has dissolved into a thin soapy film. Torvald reaches out his hand and it bursts like a bubble. A gust of hot air envelops the room, and Torvald finds himself dragged far outside ... --- When Torvald stepped out into the desert, he felt as if he was about to collapse. He wretched himself forward, slowly descending further into the bright sand, as the clear sun beat down upon him. Sweat formed upon his brow, but at the very edge of the horizon, he saw a figure.She was old, wrinkled, thickly-bespectacled with wispy white hair. Torvald's eyes widened.<< Hennessey! >>He chased after the mirage, but like that, it was gone. Torvald tripped and fell through the sand.---Torvald woke up with a start. His forehead was cold and his breathing heavy. What ... what did -- did something happen today? He completely missed it ...Ugh! Torvald slammed his fist into his hand and fell back onto the bed. So close ...He looked at the time on his phone. It was already too late ... he rolled back into his bed and shfited over to the side, closing his eyes and trying to fall back asleep.Maybe the boy would be there tomorrow? Ugh. Torvald fell back asleep. { P A S S I O N - O - M A T I C } { ▰ } { status: --- }
