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Post by Jinguuji Kurisu on Mar 3, 2013 3:03:58 GMT -8
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”San. San. San.” |
[/b] he repeated through his perpetual smile. San wasn’t a word he made up or some musical number people sang along to. It actually was a person, well; a acronym that someone nicked named themselves with. And he labeled this person, for a lack of a better word, interesting. Mystery was a weakness. He needed help, professionally. Perhaps he seemed a little too obsessive about this person. That could scare the mess out of her. Obviously he doesn’t want that, but that fox face couldn’t stop himself, sadly. ”Why – Am I’m obsessed? This is ridiculous. Words and this – this mysterious aura making me crazy. Do you think so? “[/b] A snore came as a reply from a one-eyed teddy bear looking octopus thingamabob sitting on his desk. ”…Yeah it is late…”[/b] He sipped his drink then sat his cup back down when a noise made him perk up. An incoming message alert or someone was online. Anyway, fingers began to work, quickly thundering across the keyboard creating a racket. Jinguuji, kicked his feet up on the desk and leaned in his chair, while waiting on an answer to the greeting. Surely they should have another okay nigh of chatting.[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td][cs=3] template by pianissimo of BTN[/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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San Anes
Digi-Destined 
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Your neighborhood glitch
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Post by San Anes on Mar 3, 2013 17:31:54 GMT -8
“Dinner’s ready.” Within these four walls, San often wondered if she was living in an entirely different world apart from the norm; even the digiworld. Here, among all her computers, screens and tech, she felt most at home and most relaxed. Even Botamon seemed to have more energy. While he couldn’t bounce around and scurry about as often as he wished to outside, within the rooms of her apartment, he was free to express himself. And some part of this made her sad. If the world wasn’t so messed up right now, Botamon could do what he pleased outside too without worrying about the danger it could bring. He could go back to the digiworld whenever he wanted, but the little baby digimon refused to leave her. “Oh boy! San-mon’s stir fry!” The little black ball of digital fur squealed in delight and dived into his plate face first without another word. While he chomped away, San left the stove with her own share of the late meal and settled at her desk. Tonight, the internet seemed relatively quiet other than the usual bickering and protests filtering about. She mused through a few new threads about Pandora rumors and digimon wonders before hitting the chat room for any interesting leads. And, as perusal, her little window became swamped with little bings and notes from people all over the world as soon as she signed in. But a particular message caught her eye, and her attention. “Heh. I can always count on Ju being online. He’s awake almost as much as I am.” Botamon leaned toward the screen, his face covered in rice, then snorted, jerking his head away as if the message from JuJuBeans insulted him somehow. “I don’t like him,” he declared before returning to his meal. San just rolled her eyes. SAN: I got the night off. Nothing worth my time has been going on lately, unfortunately. And I see you’re still awake as well, Ju. Midnight hours keeping you awake? Stabbing at a piece of broccoli from her stir fry dinner, San popped it into her mouth and chewed. tagging JuJu~ at 351 words
Let the bonding commence! <3 |
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Post by Jinguuji Kurisu on Mar 3, 2013 19:57:38 GMT -8
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”…Screen light bothering you?” |
[/b] The digimon visible shivered and scurried back to her spot, frightened. ”I got fries.”[/b] he sat a tea-plate full of fries in front of Peepi, allowing her to feast while he got down to business. Flopping down in his chair, his fingers combed through his silver hair as a sigh escaped. Leaning forward, fingers placed on the black keyboard, prepared to reply to messages. JuJuBeans:“Nope can’t sleep, San. And there is always something for me to look at on your website. I’m srsly surprised it ain’t shut down by Pandora by now. Because this digimon porn is jus’ horrible – Botamon raping Pandora executives = highly disturbing. Anything interesting happen to one of the most popular persons on the net today?” JuJu grumbled, fingers drumming on the wooden computer desk, obviously something nagged him, but couldn’t exactly put a thin finger on it. Maybe the more they chit-chatted, the conversation will ignite his memory. ”San San San”[/b] Peepi mocked. ”You know she better than you, right? A nosy loser like you shouldn’t bother her. Plenty of better suited guys out there, stop before you hurt yourself.”[/b] The plushie like toy stopped eating to insult Jinguuji, though he wouldn’t have it any other way. ”You are the bestest friend I could ever imagine.”[/b] (I stole your coding Dun hurt me. ;_;)[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td][cs=3] template by pianissimo of BTN[/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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San Anes
Digi-Destined
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Your neighborhood glitch
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Post by San Anes on Mar 4, 2013 11:35:05 GMT -8
Here, in the privacy of her own room with no one to see but Botamon, she allowed a wiry smirk to spread over her lips. She laughed quietly under her breath over Ju’s response, allowing her the luxury of enjoying written words. The man did like to joke, didn’t he? SAN: Well, no one ever shuts it down because they can’t crack my firewalls. Can’t stop something if it doesn’t have a trail to follow. She allowed her sense of pride to go into her words. After all, either the whole world is full of morons or she is just that good at hiding tracks. Anyone who has attempted to crack into her board was meant with a furious wave of viruses and trolls. “That’s gross, I do not do such things!” Botamon shrieked suddenly, little ears flattening against his dark head as he peered over San’s shoulder to read the screen. “I don’t even know what raping means.” Honestly she wasn’t surprised. Anything that Ju said seemed to tip off the anger in Botamon. Jealous, maybe? San snorted. “You don’t want to know, Nee. Finish your dinner and then you can have some ice cream.” That seemed to please the little digimon enough to distract the need to read her messages. For now. SAN: Several people haven’t logged-in in a while and my assumptions are pointing to Pandora interference. A few digidestined I have been tracking have gone missing as well. Be careful Ju. Pandora may not be able to close down the board, but they can track the users given time. Unfortunately I am only one person. I can’t be in every system at once. tagging JuJu~ at 275 words
I don't mind! I in fact encourage people to use my codes. xD Go for it! |
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Post by Jinguuji Kurisu on Mar 4, 2013 17:54:27 GMT -8
[newclass=.iicon]border: 13px solid #0f0f0f; -webkit-border-radius: 100px;-moz-border-radius: 100px;border-radius: 100px;background-image: url(http://i116.photobucket.com/albums/o36/link71113/kj_zpsaff49e71.jpg);height: 100px; width: 100px;margin-top: -50px;margin-right: -10px;float: right;[/newclass] [newclass=.tiitle]font-family:Helvetica; font-weight: lighter; font-size: 200px;letter-spacing: -20px;float: left;margin-top: -190px;margin-left: 120px;color: #0f0f0f;[/newclass] | [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,500,bTable][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=vAlign,bottom,true] eep | breaths | ― one little step at a time | [cs=3] Not necessary a jokester purist, rather he wanted people to laugh and feel comfortable around him. A nice trait that hopefully helps his shady façade takes a back sit, allowing his personality to shine in the dim light. Humor definitely came off natural, so he take a little pride in that considering everything else may be just a ruse. JuJuBeans: I’m shocked! Is the internet queen stroking her ego? I beat its big! You deserve anyhow. Damn, Ima need you to come fortify my computer one day. Jing reached to the left of his computer, fingers groping a lamp next to him in the least erotic fashion ever. A button clicked, illuminating his desk. Immediately Peepi, whimpered, shutting her eye tightly. ”How about you warn me next time huh, creepy?! |
[/b] Jinguuji sputtered out a laugh, exposed chest rising up and down before scratching his stomach. ”You have strange ways of showing me affections. I like the honesty though”[/b] Jing rubbed the top of the digimon head but pulled back swiftly upon hearing the growl. JuJuBeans: Oh is someone worried about me. I feel warm and fuzzy. Besides from feelings, I’m not to concern about Pandora, I mean I’ve dodge them enough. That reminds me, have I ever even told you anything about my past? It wasn’t that he was ignoring her warning or taking it for granted; he understood the danger of Pandora and made sure to go through the proper precautions so he couldn’t be found by them. Yet he was becoming suspicious. Quietly rising, Jing stepped towards his window and peeked out. The streets were lit up by the lights but were empty either way. He pondered why Pandora was kidnapping digi-destined.[/div][/td][/tr][tr][td][cs=3] template by pianissimo of BTN[/td][/tr][/table][/center] |
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San Anes
Digi-Destined
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Your neighborhood glitch
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Post by San Anes on Mar 7, 2013 7:24:09 GMT -8
“Here’s your ice cream. Try not to make a mess.” Botamon did not even wait for her to finish before he was musing himself with the taste of mint chocolate chip ice cream—a personal favorite they both can agree on. He slopped on while San busied herself with her computer. SAN: I am not ‘stroking’ anything, Ju. Just pointing out the facts you should know. And you know my policy on tech maintenance. Fifty credits for me to fortify your computer. ;) The smirk twisted back over her lips. At least everyone she has spoken to on her board as asked her several times to do some work on their computers. But not Ju. Ju has never asked, though threw hints left and right. It was kind of like they were playing a game with no clear winner yet. San wasn’t about to offer. Ju would have to ask outright if he wanted her service. San snorted quietly over Ju’s obvious sarcastic written comments about “fuzzy feelings.” Just as she about to tell him playfully off, the last sentence that blipped up onto her screen had her raising her brows. His past? Frankly, the question was rather sudden, and albeit a little serious for the man. They were just words on a screen, but San found herself reading a little bit too far in between the lines. Was Ju okay? Why would he ask her that? Why should she care? And yet, she did care. More like curious if she had to put a name to it. Placing her fingers back on home row over her keyboard, San knitted her brow in thought and replied. SAN: I guess the topic of… ‘your past’… never came up. I am not accustomed to getting to know people personally, other than their computers. But if you need to talk about something, I’m here. tagging JuJu~ at 309 words
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