AARON POWERS
SENIOR
that's a nice shade of whore red
Posts: 14
Popularity: 10
Player Name: kimmy
Hover Image: https://65.media.tumblr.com/36f28174e7b8b64f15ee6bb2cf70d2e6/tumblr_o8ot2r4Uxl1v8x2n7o1_250.png
Character Type: trickster twins
Sound: http://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmwk1yXCSA1qdrdhdo1.mp3
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Post by AARON POWERS on Jul 11, 2016 21:05:40 GMT -5
It was rare Aaron ever really messed with electronics that were more complicated than his cell phone. It offered him what he needed and helped out when it had to, the end. He was content with a basic model and unlimited data plan. But he was also reckless and arrogant, evident by the wide cracks in the screen of his iphone. Shatterproof his ass. The screen was so broken he couldn’t use the touchscreen anymore. Unfortunately, right after it broke his phone started blowing up as well. 34 unread messages and counting, a good few probably from his brother for ditching practice but this was an emergency. He needed to sniff out some nerd to get this fixed, immediately. So there he went, hands in his slacks’ pockets, glancing into a classroom every so often for signs of life. The last bell hadn’t rung that long ago had it? IT felt like he’d only started looking, having rushed down from his own floor to catch the rumored wiz kid. He didn’t put much stock into rumors but it didn’t hurt to at least scope the kid out. After all, the alternative was to sit around for the rest of the week without a phone until he got Bubbles to send him a new one. Aaron paused pushing open a door, hazel eyes quickly going over the forms of the couple of sophomores still milling around inside. “Hey!” he barked, commanding attention. “Smells like nerd in here,” Excellent start Aaron. “Any of ya can fix a cracked screen or what?” the ginger continued stepping inside, and crossing his arms as he eyed the few students left. “Where’s the grease monkey…shit Wazowski or somethin’?” Probably the better question. He didn’t want just anyone messing around with his belongings. He leaned back on the door frame, fishing inside his pocket before pulling out the broken phone glaring at his hand as a few pieces of glass fell onto the ground. His glare moved onto the strangers in the room and he offered an irritated grin. "Get talkin'." he said though his tone made it sound more liek a threat. WORDS: 340
TAGGED: DEMETRIUS PAWLITZKI
NOTES: hope this is ok! |
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DEMETRIUS PAWLITZKI
SOPHOMORE
am i the only one i know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Posts: 13 
Player Name: Bourbon
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/LbHE2CN.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1771/sophomore-demetrius-pawlitzki?page=1&scrollTo=10789
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1773/shot-bourbon-plots?page=1&scrollTo=10793
Character Type: Mr. Fixit
Club: Academics Club
Sound: http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/9ubxohtkg0/Kygo_-_Raging_ft._Kodaline.mp3
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Post by DEMETRIUS PAWLITZKI on Jul 12, 2016 18:21:41 GMT -5
[googlefont=Quicksand] I KNOW THAT I CAN FIGHT OR LET THE LION WIN.
[attr="class","crachel"]lotsa words
mike wazowski! *happeh tears* | Calculus, Dem's favorite kind of math. He was busily scribbling down notes all day during class, though he wasn't all that thankful he had. Crunching numbers came easily to the sophomore, something he was greatly thankful for. While he could never be as cool as the guy from Numbers, he still enjoyed doing as many calculations as possible. He was knee-deep in a definite integral when someone burst into the room, the loud noise startling the boy, who flushed slightly due to the embarrassment from his reaction. Why did he have to be startled so easily?!
As soon as the redhead mentioned that it smelled like nerd, Dem was compelled to sniff his pits and ensure that he wasn't the cause of the odor. Then again, the stereotype that nerds were not hygenic was full of falsehood - he bathed regularly and always made sure he put on some Old Spice deodorant and clean clothes before he left the house. He was meticulous with his upkeep, even though he didn't mind looking like he'd just rolled out of his bed. Being stinky just... wasn't cool. Not that Demetrius was anything close to being cool...
At the question the redhead posed, Dem was half-tempted not to wearily raise a hand. In fact, he gave in to that temptation, looking back at his homework and resisting the urge to shout 'I LOVE TO FIX THINGS!', as if his coke-bottle glasses hadn't already done just that. The man began asking for a 'grease monkey', something Demetrius had been before but hardly enjoyed being, and it wasn't until the guy mentioned 'Wazowski' that he knew the redhead was referring to him. Sure, his last name also ended in -ski, but that didn't mean he was a one-eyed little monster.
"I-I can probably help," he offered meekly, dread filling the entirety of his slender body. "I'm pretty good at fixing things, but only if they're not completely broken." He pushed his glasses back up to their proper place and didn't bother to leave his chair, assuming the redhead would further assert himself and approach. |
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AARON POWERS
SENIOR
that's a nice shade of whore red
Posts: 14
Popularity: 10
Player Name: kimmy
Hover Image: https://65.media.tumblr.com/36f28174e7b8b64f15ee6bb2cf70d2e6/tumblr_o8ot2r4Uxl1v8x2n7o1_250.png
Character Type: trickster twins
Sound: http://a.tumblr.com/tumblr_lmwk1yXCSA1qdrdhdo1.mp3
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Post by AARON POWERS on Jul 16, 2016 0:14:34 GMT -5
It felt like his phone was crumbling in his hands and he keep switching between smashing the damn thing or actually try to save it. Smashing it would bring him momentary satisfaction before he was left phoneless. The thought had stopped him multiple times from spiking his phone on the ground or throwing it against a brick wall. Still watching your unread messages and missed phone calls pile up wasn’t exactly the best feeling. Mainly it was the curiosity that got him. Aaron usually couldn’t help but immediately open a text when he got it. Anything was better than class really. He locked onto the boy with giant frames as he volunteered for the task at hand. “I’ll take what I can get.” He stated as he stalked towards the sophomore, tossing over the shattered phone. It was only after the phone was flung midair that he realized the guy probably didn’t have very advanced reflexes or hand eye coordination. Well, whatever. Shit was already broken anyway. He took a seat in front of Demetrius resting his arms on the back of the chair, eyeing the younger male. “Some junior said you’re good, Wazowski.” He began trying not to be too intimidating, not wanting to distract from the nerd’s work. “Ok Bill Nye you up for it or gonna puss out like the rest of your kin?” Aaron asked offering a smirk at Demetrius, paying no mind to the mess that was his phone. He began looking around for a clock before adding, “Y'have 20 minutes before we take this show to soccer practice.” The ginger stated as he imposed the time limit, possibly stressing out and already anxious young man. “No biggie fer a whiz kid though.” He let out a laugh, his attention drifting to the few students left that hadn’t bothered clearing out. WORDS: 307
TAGGED: DEMETRIUS PAWLITZKI
NOTES: hope this is ok! |
MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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DEMETRIUS PAWLITZKI
SOPHOMORE
am i the only one i know waging my wars behind my face and above my throat?
Posts: 13
Player Name: Bourbon
Hover Image: http://i.imgur.com/LbHE2CN.png
Application: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1771/sophomore-demetrius-pawlitzki?page=1&scrollTo=10789
Plot Page: http://heartstrings.boards.net/thread/1773/shot-bourbon-plots?page=1&scrollTo=10793
Character Type: Mr. Fixit
Club: Academics Club
Sound: http://k003.kiwi6.com/hotlink/9ubxohtkg0/Kygo_-_Raging_ft._Kodaline.mp3
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Post by DEMETRIUS PAWLITZKI on Jul 19, 2016 19:02:40 GMT -5
[googlefont=Quicksand] I KNOW THAT I CAN FIGHT OR LET THE LION WIN.
[attr="class","crachel"]lotsa words
gotta go along w/ his trope and pretend he actually knows what he's doing despite the fact that i do not lmao
| "I'll take what I can get." Jeez, what a confidence boost! Thankfully, Demetrius was able to deflect the attack to his self-confidence as he was excited to meet this broken item, however weird that may have been. Fixing things was one of the few things Dem was actually good at, so he wasn't about to give up the opportunity to practice a little more. It was thanks to the same desire to fix things that Demetrius actually managed to catch the phone, though it wasn't exactly graceful; the trajectory of the phone sent it flying right at his chest, and the boy had only managed to catch it by clapping his hands together around it, something he would have preferred not to have done - there was no use at making something more broken than it already was. Then again, fixing it would only present more of a challenge. Challenges were always welcome.
The dark-haired youth sat the phone gently on the table before him, eyeing it with his great, blue eyes. This was a mess, and he didn't exactly have spare screens on hand. There had to be some way to make it function without actually replacing the screen, right? So long as it didn't black out, it would be able to wait until a proper screen could be placed atop it. He would need to improvise, but how he would do that, he didn't know. Blue eyes flitted to the redhead before him as the man spoke once more, still referring to him as 'Wazowski'. Demetrius didn't know if he should correct him. In fact, he wasn't really sure how to react. It was clear that he was expected to become a wizard and magically fix a phone screen, but that wasn't easy for a regular little human boy, especially one that didn't have the one thing that he felt he would need to get the phone temporarily patched.
The mention of soccer practice caused Demetrius to shudder, and he looked back at the phone, chewing his lip thoughtfully. "You really did this little one a doozy," he noted, thinking that if he spoke his thoughts his life would be easier in the long run. "I think I'll be able to patch it temporarily until you can get a replacement screen," he offered, running a finger along the cracks. "If that's what you're looking for...?" He glanced up at the jock, hoping that his fear wasn't too evident in his voice. He really didn't want to be pummeled for doing his best, but he really wanted to have the opportunity to work with the broken phone. |
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