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by Ew, what an icky coding, I thought as I beheld the character form of Morgan Landry, one of my characters. I was taking advantage of the fact I was alone at home to take the laptop up to my bedroom and surf on camphalfblood.org, the RP site I was most present on, and right now, I was looking at the form I had made quite some time ago for my character Morgan, a daughter of Hecate.
Looking at all the weird, asymmetrical boxes that contained the character form, a disgusted expression twisted my mouth. Was I really the one who had coded that insult to HTML?
Unfortunately, I was.
Now I was a bit better, I really had to ask Daniel or one of the other admins to let me re-code it. That thing just looked horrible.
Leaving the topic, I browsed the other character forms and found Laure's, which was the first well-coded character form I had done on here. Yes, this looked good, I thought as I gazed at it: it's organized, clear, there are pictures... That is indeed nice.
Checking my watch, I realized it was already about 10 pm; my parents and brother were off on a two-day vacation, but I was staying at our home with my cousin David, who was four years older than me. He was performing a work experience in Berlin, yet today, he had decided to go out. I had the house all to myself, yay!
Yawning, I stretched once, dressed in a white shirt and my regular pair of black trousers, then sat on my chair, barefooted.
Let's look at Lakisha's form, there must be some improvement to do as well, I thought and fought my way through three pages of character forms in the approved section.
It indeed took me some time to find it, but finally I clicked on it. The topic opened and I made another disgusted face - dear god, why did I post such ugly things?
At the base of the screen, on my Mac, an application started to bounce. Frowning, I put my mouse on it without clicking: 'The Generator', so it was called. Probably another thing my brother had downloaded onto the computer, he did so with many applications. Even though I wondered what it was for, I let it bounce without opening it; I was too busy looking at Lakisha's ill-coded form. I double-clicked, wanting to open a spoiler, when I realized that I had left my mouse on the 'Generator'-application thingy. Oops, I thought, and moved the mouse, but suddenly, the whole screen went blank.
"Hey, no," I told the computer.
A single message appeared on the now-white screen:
"Hey, no, stop this," I told the screen, "I don't wanna generate anything!"
I started clicking wildly, trying to close the message, but there was no red cross thing to close it. The generating circle continued to turn around.
"Stop it!" I said, growing stressed as I made the final decision of shutting my Mac down. I pressed the on/off button on my keyboard, but the computer wouldn't obey - I pressed the button again and again, nothing happened.
At that precise moment, the message changed.
Hewwww, I thought, relieved. Done. It was finished. Now the computer would perhaps want to obey me.
"Where in my mother's name am I?"
I jerked around on my chair at the sound of the voice.
And my heart skipped several beats.
In front of me stood a tall, skinny young woman with fair, dark auburn hair and a haughty look on her face. The light of the lamp in my bedroom made her extremely pale skin glow faintly, like it were a piece of fine china.
The woman looked about a year or two older than me, but she was garbed in very fine, elegant - and probably expensive - clothes: a pair of white Roberto Cavalli trousers with a white classy shirt, her thin waist wrapped in a fine black belt, and a black tie loosely hanging around her slim neck.
She looked around the room with a slightly disgusted expression, and I understood her. My bedroom was small and untidy. My bed occupied most of the space, and it wasn't done: the sheets were creased, the duvet opened and the pillows flattened. However, her mismatched blue and green eyes glistened as she saw the two Muse posters that hung on opposite walls.
She was even more beautiful than Anna Speckhart, the face claim I had chosen for her.
Yet I wasn't sure it was her.
"Lakisha Bellamy?" I croaked in a low voice, my throat drier than you could imagine.
The haughty young woman turned to look at me and gave me an arrogant look.
"Do I know you?" she asked in a down-looking manner.
I coughed, almost choked by my own surprise.
"Wait, you - you - are ... indeed... Lakisha Bellamy? Lakisha ... Deirdre ... Cohen-Bellamy?"
A film of sweat spread on my face. My hands started shaking.
"I am," Lakisha frowned.
I closed my eyes, my hands trembling more and more. It isn't true. This isn't true, don't worry, I told myself. Facing the still computer, I realized another message had appeared without me noticing it.
"What?" I whispered, coughing again, my hands shaking.
I grabbed the laptop and closed it forcibly.
"Stop this!" I hissed before my voice broke. "Stop it, just stop, just stop, please just,just stop, please just stop, be a nice computer, just, just stop."
"Excuse me, but what exactly are you trying to do?"
"SHUT UP!"
Lakisha's eyes widened; she wasn't accustomed to people shouting at her, but right now I just didn't care. I stared at the computer, both my hands clutched on its silvery surface, as if I was afraid it would open by itself.
After a time, Lakisha turned her head and gazed around the room again, but I didn't notice she was actually staring at something.
"You are Jana Kay Robertson... aren't you?" I heard her ask.
My heart dropped as I spun around. On my bed, a lost look on her face, sat a young girl with long blonde hair and green eyes. She was wearing a a blue shirt that said 'Real men wear kilts' over a pair of white bermuda shorts and green flip-flops.
"Yeah, and you are Lakisha, right?" the girl asked with a smile, her Scottish accent quite obvious when she pronounced the 'r'.
"God, no!" I murmured, holding onto my wooden desk for stability.
The blonde girl frowned and stood up.
"Are you feeling well? May I help you?"
I didn't reply. Pulling the laptop open, I saw another message.
The percentage changed constantly: 33%, 33,5%, 34%....
The blonde girl walked a step closer and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, you're all pale. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
I didn't answer, because at that moment, the percentage reached 37,5% before changing to 38%. I wouldn't have noticed anything if Jana Kay hadn't frowned and looked around spasmodically.
"Victoria?" she asked with her signature Scottish accent.
"Effin' hell, here we go," I whispered, closing my eyes.
But I soon forced myself to open them again and to look around.
Next to my bookshelf, at the end of the room, stood a fourteen-years-old girl with dry blonde hair. Her cheeks betrayed her young age, but her grey eyes showed a maturity I probably didn't possess. She was wearing a T-Shirt printed with a large oval, itself filled with a mishmash of colored dots that looked like pixels: yellow, red, blue, green. Her grey jeans were covered with hand-written equations and chemical formulas.
She was frowning, but it wasn't aggressive, more a disturbed one.
I frowned back at her and looked her up and down, when suddenly, I realized I recognized that image on her shirt.
"That's... that's the Universe's first light," I whispered, pointing at her shirt. "Planck... first light survey."
"You know that?" she asked, more surprised than anything else.
"Yeah," I murmured, nodding.
Victoria was staring at me, but I didn't look back. My gaze was lost somewhere in the dark red carpeting that covered my bedroom's floor.
"Do you like astrophysics?" she inquired a few moments later.
"It interests me," I shrugged, my voice a bit absent. "And I subscribed to a scientific magazine when I was younger, Cosinus. Taught me some things."
Victoria seemed ready to start talking, when she asked the question that was probably circling in all three girls's mind.
"Who are you?"
Geez. I looked up from the carpeting only to meet three pair of intrigued eyes.
"I'm called... Flo," I replied.
"Flo?" Victoria frowned. "Is that even a name?"
"Nickname, I presume," Lakisha casually said, crossing her arms.
"People call me that way, and I prefer it to my actual name," I articulated in a dull voice.
"And may I ask how we came here?" Lakisha continued in a cool voice.
"And why?" Victoria added.
Hell, if I knew that.
"Because before I came here, I was in Bordeaux, with my half-brother Justin and my friend Jason," she continued. "I don't know if it ever happened to you, but it's extremely annoying to be disturbed when being with friends. Okay, it would've been worse if you had disturbed me while I had been solving equations."
Yeah, that was typically the Victoria I had created. Equations. Formulas. Functions. Derivates. Physic laws. Theorems.
Wait a second - half-brother?
My face grew even paler as that thought started forming in my mind and giving birth to other, related thoughts. I slowly fell back on my chair.
"Flo, what is it? Are you sick?" Jana asked and kneeled beside me.
I didn't reply.
It hadn't totally occurred to me yet but -- these girls were demigods. All three of them.
All four.
"What the... Wut? What is this room, can somebody...?"
Red curls, thick sheet of freckles covering her face and arms, arrogant green eyes, short stature, Ed-Hardy shirt, military trousers and aggressive jaw, Chiara Moreau had appeared. She was standing right next to Victoria, but she was facing the wooden door of my bedroom.
"What is this?" she asked. "Who are you people?"
Victoria snorted, rolling her eyes. Jana looked up and smiled.
"I am Jana Kay, I... I think we met. At Camp."
Chiara frowned, seemingly in an attempt of remembering the face, then shrugged.
"Probably." She looked at Lakisha and made a face. "Yeah, I remember you," she said with a disgusted face.
"Oh really?" Lakisha replied with a smug expression. "I don't. I have no idea who you are."
Chiara rolled her eyes, looked at me, then at Victoria.
"But you two, never saw you."
"Victoria practically never leaves her cabin," I whispered. The way I RPed her, she spent most of her life indoors, calculating and performing experiences.
"How do you know that?" Victoria immediately questioned, a low frown on her brow.
At that moment, a boy appeared, standing on my bed. A strikingly handsome one. Elegantly garbed in a pair of classy white trousers under a wine-red, long-sleeved buttoned shirt, he wore pointed Italian shoes and a flat, rectangular obsidian pendant strung on a silver chain.
His sand-brown hair was lightly messed up, and his blue eyes scanned the room.
"Excuse me... where exactly am I?"
"I'd like to know this too," Lakisha replied.
"Lakisha! What a delightful surprise," the young man said as he jumped off the bed and went to kiss her hand.
"Hello, Ian," she lazily replied.
Wait -- Ian?
This guy was Ian? The genderswapped Irene Adler I had created for Jim (aka Loki Laufeyson)?
If I hadn't been in shock, my mouth would've dropped down to my carpeted floor.
The man was hot.
Alex Pettyfer? Forget him. Johnny Depp, make room, move out of the way, Ian is here. Apollo? Never heard of him.
Unfortunately, he was aware of his dashing good looks. It was readable in his every movements.
And of course, he didn't even look at me, all his attention was set on Lakisha. Which, considering Lakisha's body and face, wasn't that much of a surprise.
Even to me, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever spotted.
But then appeared a girl I immediately recognized.
Looking at all the weird, asymmetrical boxes that contained the character form, a disgusted expression twisted my mouth. Was I really the one who had coded that insult to HTML?
Unfortunately, I was.
Now I was a bit better, I really had to ask Daniel or one of the other admins to let me re-code it. That thing just looked horrible.
Leaving the topic, I browsed the other character forms and found Laure's, which was the first well-coded character form I had done on here. Yes, this looked good, I thought as I gazed at it: it's organized, clear, there are pictures... That is indeed nice.
Checking my watch, I realized it was already about 10 pm; my parents and brother were off on a two-day vacation, but I was staying at our home with my cousin David, who was four years older than me. He was performing a work experience in Berlin, yet today, he had decided to go out. I had the house all to myself, yay!
Yawning, I stretched once, dressed in a white shirt and my regular pair of black trousers, then sat on my chair, barefooted.
Let's look at Lakisha's form, there must be some improvement to do as well, I thought and fought my way through three pages of character forms in the approved section.
It indeed took me some time to find it, but finally I clicked on it. The topic opened and I made another disgusted face - dear god, why did I post such ugly things?
At the base of the screen, on my Mac, an application started to bounce. Frowning, I put my mouse on it without clicking: 'The Generator', so it was called. Probably another thing my brother had downloaded onto the computer, he did so with many applications. Even though I wondered what it was for, I let it bounce without opening it; I was too busy looking at Lakisha's ill-coded form. I double-clicked, wanting to open a spoiler, when I realized that I had left my mouse on the 'Generator'-application thingy. Oops, I thought, and moved the mouse, but suddenly, the whole screen went blank.
"Hey, no," I told the computer.
A single message appeared on the now-white screen:
- Message:
- Aperture clear.
Generating
"Hey, no, stop this," I told the screen, "I don't wanna generate anything!"
I started clicking wildly, trying to close the message, but there was no red cross thing to close it. The generating circle continued to turn around.
"Stop it!" I said, growing stressed as I made the final decision of shutting my Mac down. I pressed the on/off button on my keyboard, but the computer wouldn't obey - I pressed the button again and again, nothing happened.
At that precise moment, the message changed.
- Message:
- Generation completed.
Hewwww, I thought, relieved. Done. It was finished. Now the computer would perhaps want to obey me.
"Where in my mother's name am I?"
I jerked around on my chair at the sound of the voice.
And my heart skipped several beats.
In front of me stood a tall, skinny young woman with fair, dark auburn hair and a haughty look on her face. The light of the lamp in my bedroom made her extremely pale skin glow faintly, like it were a piece of fine china.
The woman looked about a year or two older than me, but she was garbed in very fine, elegant - and probably expensive - clothes: a pair of white Roberto Cavalli trousers with a white classy shirt, her thin waist wrapped in a fine black belt, and a black tie loosely hanging around her slim neck.
She looked around the room with a slightly disgusted expression, and I understood her. My bedroom was small and untidy. My bed occupied most of the space, and it wasn't done: the sheets were creased, the duvet opened and the pillows flattened. However, her mismatched blue and green eyes glistened as she saw the two Muse posters that hung on opposite walls.
She was even more beautiful than Anna Speckhart, the face claim I had chosen for her.
Yet I wasn't sure it was her.
"Lakisha Bellamy?" I croaked in a low voice, my throat drier than you could imagine.
The haughty young woman turned to look at me and gave me an arrogant look.
"Do I know you?" she asked in a down-looking manner.
I coughed, almost choked by my own surprise.
"Wait, you - you - are ... indeed... Lakisha Bellamy? Lakisha ... Deirdre ... Cohen-Bellamy?"
A film of sweat spread on my face. My hands started shaking.
"I am," Lakisha frowned.
I closed my eyes, my hands trembling more and more. It isn't true. This isn't true, don't worry, I told myself. Facing the still computer, I realized another message had appeared without me noticing it.
- Message:
- Generating resuming
"What?" I whispered, coughing again, my hands shaking.
I grabbed the laptop and closed it forcibly.
"Stop this!" I hissed before my voice broke. "Stop it, just stop, just stop, please just,just stop, please just stop, be a nice computer, just, just stop."
"Excuse me, but what exactly are you trying to do?"
"SHUT UP!"
Lakisha's eyes widened; she wasn't accustomed to people shouting at her, but right now I just didn't care. I stared at the computer, both my hands clutched on its silvery surface, as if I was afraid it would open by itself.
After a time, Lakisha turned her head and gazed around the room again, but I didn't notice she was actually staring at something.
"You are Jana Kay Robertson... aren't you?" I heard her ask.
My heart dropped as I spun around. On my bed, a lost look on her face, sat a young girl with long blonde hair and green eyes. She was wearing a a blue shirt that said 'Real men wear kilts' over a pair of white bermuda shorts and green flip-flops.
"Yeah, and you are Lakisha, right?" the girl asked with a smile, her Scottish accent quite obvious when she pronounced the 'r'.
"God, no!" I murmured, holding onto my wooden desk for stability.
The blonde girl frowned and stood up.
"Are you feeling well? May I help you?"
I didn't reply. Pulling the laptop open, I saw another message.
- Message:
Generating 32% complete
The percentage changed constantly: 33%, 33,5%, 34%....
The blonde girl walked a step closer and put a hand on my shoulder.
"Hey, you're all pale. Are you sure you're feeling alright?"
I didn't answer, because at that moment, the percentage reached 37,5% before changing to 38%. I wouldn't have noticed anything if Jana Kay hadn't frowned and looked around spasmodically.
"Victoria?" she asked with her signature Scottish accent.
"Effin' hell, here we go," I whispered, closing my eyes.
But I soon forced myself to open them again and to look around.
Next to my bookshelf, at the end of the room, stood a fourteen-years-old girl with dry blonde hair. Her cheeks betrayed her young age, but her grey eyes showed a maturity I probably didn't possess. She was wearing a T-Shirt printed with a large oval, itself filled with a mishmash of colored dots that looked like pixels: yellow, red, blue, green. Her grey jeans were covered with hand-written equations and chemical formulas.
She was frowning, but it wasn't aggressive, more a disturbed one.
I frowned back at her and looked her up and down, when suddenly, I realized I recognized that image on her shirt.
"That's... that's the Universe's first light," I whispered, pointing at her shirt. "Planck... first light survey."
"You know that?" she asked, more surprised than anything else.
"Yeah," I murmured, nodding.
Victoria was staring at me, but I didn't look back. My gaze was lost somewhere in the dark red carpeting that covered my bedroom's floor.
"Do you like astrophysics?" she inquired a few moments later.
"It interests me," I shrugged, my voice a bit absent. "And I subscribed to a scientific magazine when I was younger, Cosinus. Taught me some things."
Victoria seemed ready to start talking, when she asked the question that was probably circling in all three girls's mind.
"Who are you?"
Geez. I looked up from the carpeting only to meet three pair of intrigued eyes.
"I'm called... Flo," I replied.
"Flo?" Victoria frowned. "Is that even a name?"
"Nickname, I presume," Lakisha casually said, crossing her arms.
"People call me that way, and I prefer it to my actual name," I articulated in a dull voice.
"And may I ask how we came here?" Lakisha continued in a cool voice.
"And why?" Victoria added.
Hell, if I knew that.
"Because before I came here, I was in Bordeaux, with my half-brother Justin and my friend Jason," she continued. "I don't know if it ever happened to you, but it's extremely annoying to be disturbed when being with friends. Okay, it would've been worse if you had disturbed me while I had been solving equations."
Yeah, that was typically the Victoria I had created. Equations. Formulas. Functions. Derivates. Physic laws. Theorems.
Wait a second - half-brother?
My face grew even paler as that thought started forming in my mind and giving birth to other, related thoughts. I slowly fell back on my chair.
"Flo, what is it? Are you sick?" Jana asked and kneeled beside me.
I didn't reply.
It hadn't totally occurred to me yet but -- these girls were demigods. All three of them.
All four.
"What the... Wut? What is this room, can somebody...?"
Red curls, thick sheet of freckles covering her face and arms, arrogant green eyes, short stature, Ed-Hardy shirt, military trousers and aggressive jaw, Chiara Moreau had appeared. She was standing right next to Victoria, but she was facing the wooden door of my bedroom.
"What is this?" she asked. "Who are you people?"
Victoria snorted, rolling her eyes. Jana looked up and smiled.
"I am Jana Kay, I... I think we met. At Camp."
Chiara frowned, seemingly in an attempt of remembering the face, then shrugged.
"Probably." She looked at Lakisha and made a face. "Yeah, I remember you," she said with a disgusted face.
"Oh really?" Lakisha replied with a smug expression. "I don't. I have no idea who you are."
Chiara rolled her eyes, looked at me, then at Victoria.
"But you two, never saw you."
"Victoria practically never leaves her cabin," I whispered. The way I RPed her, she spent most of her life indoors, calculating and performing experiences.
"How do you know that?" Victoria immediately questioned, a low frown on her brow.
At that moment, a boy appeared, standing on my bed. A strikingly handsome one. Elegantly garbed in a pair of classy white trousers under a wine-red, long-sleeved buttoned shirt, he wore pointed Italian shoes and a flat, rectangular obsidian pendant strung on a silver chain.
His sand-brown hair was lightly messed up, and his blue eyes scanned the room.
"Excuse me... where exactly am I?"
"I'd like to know this too," Lakisha replied.
"Lakisha! What a delightful surprise," the young man said as he jumped off the bed and went to kiss her hand.
"Hello, Ian," she lazily replied.
Wait -- Ian?
This guy was Ian? The genderswapped Irene Adler I had created for Jim (aka Loki Laufeyson)?
If I hadn't been in shock, my mouth would've dropped down to my carpeted floor.
The man was hot.
Alex Pettyfer? Forget him. Johnny Depp, make room, move out of the way, Ian is here. Apollo? Never heard of him.
Unfortunately, he was aware of his dashing good looks. It was readable in his every movements.
And of course, he didn't even look at me, all his attention was set on Lakisha. Which, considering Lakisha's body and face, wasn't that much of a surprise.
Even to me, she was the most beautiful girl I had ever spotted.
But then appeared a girl I immediately recognized.
Last edited by Morgan Landry on 9/13/2013, 10:58 am; edited 4 times in total
