Post by Erik Berge on Aug 8, 2010 18:16:44 GMT -5
ERIK BERGE
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"No. I don't do nicknames.."
I HAVE TO ASK: MALE, FEMALE, OR SOMETHING IN BETWEEN?
".. Do I look female to you? Male, of course."
GOOD, I WAS STARTING TO WORRY. NOW, HOW OLD ARE YOU EXACTLY?
"Twenty-one, born May seventeenth.. That means I'm a Taurus.."
WELL, YOU LOOK YOUNG FOR YOUR AGE. HOW DO YOU STAY IN SHAPE?
"I have a high metabolism.. Staying away from that American food helps too.."
I WOULD NEVER HAVE CONSIDERED THAT GEORGE CLOONEY MIGHT BE GAY. WHAT ABOUT YOU?
"Who?.. Anyways, that's really none of your business.."
OH REALLY? WELL, WHATEVER FLOATS YOUR BOAT. EVER BEEN SAILING?
"Yes, really.. Nosy.. I actually have, but I prefer to stay home and relax instead of doing such things.. Though it's good to have fun once in a while.."
WELL THEN, WHAT DO YOU LIKE TO DO IN YOUR SPARE TIME?
"Cook, sew, read up on my folklore, study.. I prefer 'traditional' things over sitting in front of a computer screen all day.. It doesn't hurt to have a drink either."
DON'T WORRY, THIS IS ALL CONFIDENTIAL. GO AHEAD, TELL US WHAT YOU ENJOY.
"The quiet, civil people.. I love the cold as well, it reminds me of home.. Folklore, the simple things in life..
WHAT ABOUT SOMETHING THAT GETS ON YOUR NERVES?
"Nosy people who ask too many questions.. The obnoxious and plain stupid, nonbelievers.. I can‘t stand seeing a mess.. Most Europeans are strange too, or just plain foreigners.. Yelling, ugh.. And over-cockyness.."
I'LL HAVE TO REMEMBER THAT. SO, ARE YOU GOOD AT ANYTHING?
".. Nothing phases me, if you haven’t noticed.. I can freak people out easily. I’m smarter than most people here.. Patient. A good listener.. Having an ’invisible’ troll with you all the time doesn‘t hurt either.."
THAT'S INTERESTING, NOW WHAT ARE YOU NOT SO GOOD AT?
".. Guess I scare people off sometimes. Work-a-holic.
I BET I CAN BEAT YOU IN A THUMB WRESTLE AND HOLD MY BREATHE LONGER THAN YOU AT THE SAME TIME.
"..What?"
YOU MUST THINK I'M CRAZY. OH WELL, SAY, WHAT KIND OF QUALITIES DO YOU LIKE IN A SPOUSE?
"How did we go from that to spouses?.. None of your business.
OH, I GUESS I'M NOT YOUR TYPE THEN, EH? WELL, WHAT DO YOU FIND UNATTRACTIVE IN A PERSON?
"No, you‘re not.. Annoying, stupid.. Short. Opposite of what I just said.."
FINE, BE LIKE THAT. I DON'T LIKE YOU ANYWAYS.
"Join the club.“
OK, WE'RE GONNA PLAY A GAME. I'M GOING TO ASK SOME SIMPLE QUESTIONS, AND YOUR GOING TO SAY THE FIRST THING THAT COMES TO MIND, OK?
"Hm.. Fine. I suppose you can‘t ask stupider questions..."
FAVORITE FOOD?
"Fårikål.”
FAVORITE SUBJECT?
"Art, architecture.."
FAVORITE HOLIDAY AND SEASON?
"Winter. And I don‘t have a favorite holiday..”
FAVORITE WORD?
"Korset."
FAVORITE TIME OF DAY?
"Morning."
FAVORITE COLOR?
"Purple."
FAVORITE BOOK?
"Kristin Lavransdatter.. It’s a wonderful trilogy."
WELL, WASN'T THAT FUN? ON TO THE SERIOUS SHIT. TELL ME A BIT ABOUT YOURSELF.
"Not really.. And why would I do that? Isn‘t it better to see who I am through my actions?.. Fine. I try to stay out of things, keep talk to a minimum. I think actions speak louder than words. I don‘t give a rat‘s ass what others think of me, and come off as rude or cold, which, might be true, but I do care about certain people.. And I hate excessive talking."
MHMM, AND WHAT ABOUT YOUR FAMILY?
"They‘re okay.. My little brother goes here..”
VERY INTERESTING. SO HOW DID YOU END UP IN THIS COLLEGE?
"I was born in Norway, lived, did good in school, and heard about this place.. Seemed like a great place to get an education.. And I wanted to see what was the big deal about the United States.."
AWESOME. WHAT SORT OF CAREER WILL YOU GO INTO THEN?
"I work at a clothing shop right now, my father wants me to be a businessman.. I‘m going for a degree in architecture.."
OMGWTFBBQ?!? WELL, LOOK AT THAT. I'VE NEVER SEEN A GENIE ACTUALLY COME OUT OF THE BOTTLE. WHAT ARE YOUR THREE WISHES?
".. Are you on some sort of drugs? Fairies give wishes, not genies.. Be successful my whole life, because who doesn‘t want hat guarantee.. Live in a huge house I designed myself, self-explanatory.. Find a.. life partner.. Shut up."
WOW, WASN'T THAT FASCINATING?
".. Was that sarcasm? If so, my troll would be happy to talk with you.."
SO, YOU, UH, WITH ANYBODY AT THE PRESENT MOMENT?
".. No.. I, uh, chose it to be that way though."
WELL, YOU WANNA GO OUT SOME TIME? WHERE CAN I TAKE YA?
"Rejected. But ice rinks are nice. Unusual, but not too out there like tomato-skydiving.."
HEY, IF YOUR NOT BUSY FRIDAY...WANNA GO OUT?
"Didn‘t you hear me the first time?"
ALRIGHT, WHATEVER/COOL. THIS INTERVIEW IS COMING TO AN END. ANYTHING YOU WANT TO TELL US?
"Finally.. I have better things to do. I suggest a different interviewer, who isn’t as nosy or obnoxious.. If you’ll excuse me, I have to get to work now.."
THIS FAKE INTERVIEWER DUDE GUY WILL SELF DESTRUCT IN FIVE SECONDS.
"…" *quickly walks out*
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STARRYFALLZ has been trying to escape this doggone planet for SIXTEEN years, but they've found themselves stuck in the vortex of role playing for THREE years. too bad. we could have busted them out if they didn't live all the way in the -7 MT timezone. you can always reach them at SKIPCLOUD28@YAHOO.COM. hold up, we'll need to see some proof that you're a GIRL. yep, pull down those pants.
ok, well, i'll just take your paperwork and be going: It's an America RP but oh well? o.o;`
"HA! IN YOUR FACE!" The American grinned victoriously, ignoring the stares of a few people passing by and pausing in the halls for a quick victory dance. Finally! After all those hours staring at the tiny PSP and the game was- wait. What. His grin faded almost instantly as the screen flashed, and revealed yet another twist in the game. It was a trap! 'Damn! I thought I had it too.. What the heck!?' Well, this was unfortunate.. Sure he could have just set the game down and continued tomorrow (he was currently on his way to the office located in his room to get some actual work done), but heroes never gave up! "Oh, so that's how it's gonna be, huh?" Alfred's grin returned with a new determination and he set off on his walk again, ignoring the sight cramping in his hands from hours of trying to beat the game in one 'sitting'.
Weaving around the chairs and other people along the halls of the Master's Quarters, the American was fully confident in his ability to avoid obstacles. After all, he'd been doing this for a while.
At a certain point, there seemed to be a crowd coming through the hallway, probably on their way out since three o' clock had just rolled around. Alfred mentally groaned, half-paying attention to the sudden swarm that would surely try and distract him from his precious video game before turning his eyes back to the screen. 'Ffff.. frack!' It seemed even a split-second distraction had caused his opponent to gain an upper-hand in the game. A slight scowl crossed his concentrated expression as his gaze was lifted from the game to the crowd; he had to get through them. Luckily, he spotted a break in the small mass of people as they passed by. Alfred didn't miss the opportunity, and rushed toward the open space, his mind distracted by the small game console he held in his hands. 'Haha, stupid crowd thought they could distract a hero-'
And now the console was flying out of his hands and crashing to the floor, and he was stumbling to catch himself..
And he did, just barely, quickly standing up and staring after the video game as it slid to a halt on the hard marble floor. What.. Just happened. ".. My game.. It's.." Gone. Hours of playing, no save file (heroes have no use for such things), and hell, the battery was probably knocked out of it right now.. "FF.. BLOODY SCONES KILT-WEARING WANKER SON OF A PRAT-BAKING.. BONKER.. CHEESE.. TWIT.. CHUFFED.. ARSE." The American panted slightly after his outburst, shakingly running a hand through his hair. Of course those weren't the curses or a normal person, but the words felt foreign enough on his tongue that he was satisfied at his bout of venting, for the now; besides, it was totally unheroic to curse like a sailor. Anyways, what the hell just happened? Clearly he tripped so..
Ah. There was the source of today's misfortune, sleeping soundly on the floor..
Weaving around the chairs and other people along the halls of the Master's Quarters, the American was fully confident in his ability to avoid obstacles. After all, he'd been doing this for a while.
At a certain point, there seemed to be a crowd coming through the hallway, probably on their way out since three o' clock had just rolled around. Alfred mentally groaned, half-paying attention to the sudden swarm that would surely try and distract him from his precious video game before turning his eyes back to the screen. 'Ffff.. frack!' It seemed even a split-second distraction had caused his opponent to gain an upper-hand in the game. A slight scowl crossed his concentrated expression as his gaze was lifted from the game to the crowd; he had to get through them. Luckily, he spotted a break in the small mass of people as they passed by. Alfred didn't miss the opportunity, and rushed toward the open space, his mind distracted by the small game console he held in his hands. 'Haha, stupid crowd thought they could distract a hero-'
And now the console was flying out of his hands and crashing to the floor, and he was stumbling to catch himself..
And he did, just barely, quickly standing up and staring after the video game as it slid to a halt on the hard marble floor. What.. Just happened. ".. My game.. It's.." Gone. Hours of playing, no save file (heroes have no use for such things), and hell, the battery was probably knocked out of it right now.. "FF.. BLOODY SCONES KILT-WEARING WANKER SON OF A PRAT-BAKING.. BONKER.. CHEESE.. TWIT.. CHUFFED.. ARSE." The American panted slightly after his outburst, shakingly running a hand through his hair. Of course those weren't the curses or a normal person, but the words felt foreign enough on his tongue that he was satisfied at his bout of venting, for the now; besides, it was totally unheroic to curse like a sailor. Anyways, what the hell just happened? Clearly he tripped so..
Ah. There was the source of today's misfortune, sleeping soundly on the floor..
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