Post by Blair on Dec 21, 2006 4:10:20 GMT -5
(( Alright 
I admit it. I'm bored and I'm roleplaying a paperclip XD You all know what those are, right? Anyways. Heres a picture for the clueless:
Yup. ))
A very silent cry of plea was unheard to all except the paperclips - which there where none - except for a very lonely paperclip located in the middle of a sturdy, old rustic brick-built aparment builing - on around the 7th floor. The room was nice, and was belonging to a very wealthy family consisting of a brat of a snob daughter usually sporting bright fancy dresses with shiny jewels, quite pudgy though, was she. Her proud parents? Her mother, carbon copy of her daughter... pudgy, bright dresses and shiny jewels.... her father, a thin tight faced buissness man always wearing high class buissness attire. And of course, a magical yet lonely little silver paperclip waiting to be used, in the buissness room - the fathers, of course - in a brown, sleek wood desk the third panel to the left. Sadly, the proud buissness man had abandoned his desk leaving for a new one - and the desk was now belongingly at the... garbage dump.
The paperclip frowned, jumping up with caution but the foul odors knocked him down. He realised now, with extreme displeasure, he was no longer located in his prime house with his wealthy people - not even in is suite sleek wooden desk of his! He made another silent plea again that this was just a dream - of course, it happened not to be - so he shrieked though of course humans heard nothing and no paperclips where around to hear his shrill voice. The paperclip looked at himself, first with the admiring glance which he usually gives because - as you might not know - he was quite a handsome paperclip, but his silvery face twisted with disgust. "EW!" came his shrill shout, and he attempted running away from himself and found no use, and the revolting reeks where about to make him trip anyways.
I admit it. I'm bored and I'm roleplaying a paperclip XD You all know what those are, right? Anyways. Heres a picture for the clueless:Yup. ))
A very silent cry of plea was unheard to all except the paperclips - which there where none - except for a very lonely paperclip located in the middle of a sturdy, old rustic brick-built aparment builing - on around the 7th floor. The room was nice, and was belonging to a very wealthy family consisting of a brat of a snob daughter usually sporting bright fancy dresses with shiny jewels, quite pudgy though, was she. Her proud parents? Her mother, carbon copy of her daughter... pudgy, bright dresses and shiny jewels.... her father, a thin tight faced buissness man always wearing high class buissness attire. And of course, a magical yet lonely little silver paperclip waiting to be used, in the buissness room - the fathers, of course - in a brown, sleek wood desk the third panel to the left. Sadly, the proud buissness man had abandoned his desk leaving for a new one - and the desk was now belongingly at the... garbage dump.
The paperclip frowned, jumping up with caution but the foul odors knocked him down. He realised now, with extreme displeasure, he was no longer located in his prime house with his wealthy people - not even in is suite sleek wooden desk of his! He made another silent plea again that this was just a dream - of course, it happened not to be - so he shrieked though of course humans heard nothing and no paperclips where around to hear his shrill voice. The paperclip looked at himself, first with the admiring glance which he usually gives because - as you might not know - he was quite a handsome paperclip, but his silvery face twisted with disgust. "EW!" came his shrill shout, and he attempted running away from himself and found no use, and the revolting reeks where about to make him trip anyways.
