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MessageSujet: paris hilton was here    Dim 17 Fév 2013 - 17:28

paris hilton. parfaitement. je devrais être publicitaire ou quelque chose.
OH & j'espère que personne ici n'utilise internet explorer ?


i. aggressive child

Wladyslaw Teodor Olszewski ▲ âge: 18 ans. ▬ nationalité: polonaise. ▬ aea: un gorille nommé Bruce Lee. ▬pouvoir: emprunter l'apparence de quelqu'un d'autre. ▬passion: les théories du complot, les chips au paprika & se battre avec des inconnus ▬ n'aime pas: les animaux, les zombies & entretenir une conversation

▲ Wladyslaw vient de l'année 2016, un an et demi après une invasion zombie qui a ravagé la planète. Avant ça, il passait une adolescence 'agitée' au sein d'une riche famille varsovienne. Enchainant les écoles catholiques, dont il était renvoyé pour son tempérament agressif, il est doté d'une culture religieuse & de quelques connaissances utiles quant au 'savoir vivre en société', inculquées par ses parents aux valeurs très traditionnelles --comprenant notamment l'usage du baisemain, le comportement à adopter lors d'un dîner au restaurant et la façon de porter avec élégance le costume. (leçon n°1: pas de boutons de col)
Il possède au moment d'entrer dans le pensionnat: un fusil de chasse (qu'il est quasiment incapable d'utiliser), un paquet de cigarettes (des pall mall, qu'il fume pour leur forte odeur, qui permet d'oublier celle des zombies.), un briquet défoncé, un opinel.
▲ il est un garçon arrogant et hargneux, fiévreux et renfrogné, terriblement discourtois, acharné. et agressif. &paranoïaque. en réalité, il est surtout maladroit & s’exprimer l’embarrasse à la manière d’une tâche trop laborieuse. aussi, il réagit souvent de manière laconique & plutôt brutale quitte à s’enliser par la suite en de vagues excuses revêches peu convaincantes.
▲ Wladyslaw vit(/vivra) plutôt mal l'enfermement ---il n'a aucun objectif qui puisse réellement motiver son existence, à présent que celui qui consistait à ne pas se faire dévorer par des créatures à demi-mortes n'est plus valide (quoique probablement, même s'il ne le sait pas exactement.) Aussi, sa consommation d'alcool à considérablement augmenté, & il n'est pas toujours extrêmement lucide
▲ il est sévèrement obsédé par les complots gouvernementaux. D'ailleurs, le pensionnat est probablement le fruit d'une expérience gouvernementale. & cette invasion zombie est complètement le fruit d'une expérience gouvernementale. pour cette raison, il va parfois insister pour tenir ses conversations à l'extérieurs (on pourrait l'entendre) ou prendre des dispositions absurdes, telles que l'utilisation d'un mot de passe. (inutile de préciser que la consommation d'alcool précédemment évoquée n'est pas tout à fait dissuasif)
▲ il a l'odeur du tabac , des chips au paprika & de la fumée imprimée sur sa peau & ses vêtements & son souffle. ça & le parfum du soda à l'orange.
physiquement, il est un type de taille moyenne, quelque chose comme 1m75, sa peau lisse & blême, boursouflées d'hématomes & de plaies, notamment sur ses mains et ses avant-bras, un espèce de gâchis griffés de cicatrices. Maigre & ses yeux cernés, il présente un air constamment maladif. ses cheveux sont grossièrement décolorés & il est possible de discerner des mèches noires dans sa chevelure opaline. il a les 'dents de la chance' & une mâchoire prompte aux saignements arbitraires à l'instar de son nez : aussi, ses fringues sont souvent tâchées.




ii. human experiments
▬ cool. cool cool cool.

    ‘Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.’
    diane, 11:30 a.m., february twenty-fourth. entering the town of twin peaks, five miles south of the canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. i've never seen so many trees in my life. as w. c. fields would say, i'd rather be here than philadelphia. fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. weatherman said rain. if you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it'd beat working. mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, i've got to tank up when i get into town. remind me to tell you how much that is. lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the lamplighter inn, that's on highway two near lewis fork. that was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. damn good food. diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop. okay. looks like i'll be meeting up with the, ah, sheriff harry s. truman. shouldn't be too hard to remember that. he'll be at the calhoun memorial hospital. i guess we're going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain. when i finish there i'll be checking into a motel. i'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. that's what i need, a clean place, reasonably priced.

    ‘Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.’
    diane, 11:30 a.m., february twenty-fourth. entering the town of twin peaks, five miles south of the canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. i've never seen so many trees in my life. as w. c. fields would say, i'd rather be here than philadelphia. fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. weatherman said rain. if you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it'd beat working. mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, i've got to tank up when i get into town. remind me to tell you how much that is. lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the lamplighter inn, that's on highway two near lewis fork. that was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. damn good food. diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop. okay. looks like i'll be meeting up with the, ah, sheriff harry s. truman. shouldn't be too hard to remember that. he'll be at the calhoun memorial hospital. i guess we're going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain. when i finish there i'll be checking into a motel. i'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. that's what i need, a clean place, reasonably priced.


▬ You are a pizza burn on the roof of the world's mouth. You are the opposite of Batman.

    ‘Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.’
    diane, 11:30 a.m., february twenty-fourth. entering the town of twin peaks, five miles south of the canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. i've never seen so many trees in my life. as w. c. fields would say, i'd rather be here than philadelphia. fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. weatherman said rain. if you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it'd beat working. mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, i've got to tank up when i get into town. remind me to tell you how much that is. lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the lamplighter inn, that's on highway two near lewis fork. that was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. damn good food. diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop. okay. looks like i'll be meeting up with the, ah, sheriff harry s. truman. shouldn't be too hard to remember that. he'll be at the calhoun memorial hospital. i guess we're going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain. when i finish there i'll be checking into a motel. i'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. that's what i need, a clean place, reasonably priced.

    ‘Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.’
    diane, 11:30 a.m., february twenty-fourth. entering the town of twin peaks, five miles south of the canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. i've never seen so many trees in my life. as w. c. fields would say, i'd rather be here than philadelphia. fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. weatherman said rain. if you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it'd beat working. mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, i've got to tank up when i get into town. remind me to tell you how much that is. lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the lamplighter inn, that's on highway two near lewis fork. that was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. damn good food. diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop. okay. looks like i'll be meeting up with the, ah, sheriff harry s. truman. shouldn't be too hard to remember that. he'll be at the calhoun memorial hospital. i guess we're going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain. when i finish there i'll be checking into a motel. i'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. that's what i need, a clean place, reasonably priced.



▬ ???

    ‘Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.’
    diane, 11:30 a.m., february twenty-fourth. entering the town of twin peaks, five miles south of the canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. i've never seen so many trees in my life. as w. c. fields would say, i'd rather be here than philadelphia. fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. weatherman said rain. if you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it'd beat working. mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, i've got to tank up when i get into town. remind me to tell you how much that is. lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the lamplighter inn, that's on highway two near lewis fork. that was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. damn good food. diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop. okay. looks like i'll be meeting up with the, ah, sheriff harry s. truman. shouldn't be too hard to remember that. he'll be at the calhoun memorial hospital. i guess we're going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain. when i finish there i'll be checking into a motel. i'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. that's what i need, a clean place, reasonably priced.

    ‘Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.’
    diane, 11:30 a.m., february twenty-fourth. entering the town of twin peaks, five miles south of the canadian border, twelve miles west of the state line. i've never seen so many trees in my life. as w. c. fields would say, i'd rather be here than philadelphia. fifty-four degrees on a slightly overcast day. weatherman said rain. if you could get paid that kind of money for being wrong sixty percent of the time, it'd beat working. mileage is seventy-nine thousand three hundred forty-five, gauge is on reserve, riding on fumes here, i've got to tank up when i get into town. remind me to tell you how much that is. lunch was, uh, six dollars and thirty-one cents at the lamplighter inn, that's on highway two near lewis fork. that was a tuna fish sandwich on whole wheat, slice of cherry pie, and a cup of coffee. damn good food. diane, if you ever get up this way that cherry pie is worth a stop. okay. looks like i'll be meeting up with the, ah, sheriff harry s. truman. shouldn't be too hard to remember that. he'll be at the calhoun memorial hospital. i guess we're going to go up to intensive care and take a look at that girl that crawled down the railroad tracks off the mountain. when i finish there i'll be checking into a motel. i'm sure the sheriff will be able to recommend a clean place, reasonably priced. that's what i need, a clean place, reasonably priced.


iii. who's coming to paradise with me?

BON. UHM. au niveau des liens, donc.
> il est extrêmement méfiant. et extrêmement maladroit dans son expression. Aussi, il ne prendra pas la peine de s'adresser à des inconnus --ou même, les découragera, involontairement ou non. Parfois, il ne parvient simplement pas à exprimer l'intérêt qu'il ressent pour une personne/le discours d'une personne; en outre il ne présente pas une apparence très engageante . Ceci dit, l'acharnement peut payer. Quelle sera la gratification? des discours sérieux sur ses soupçons quant à la présence de matériel d'espionnage dans les tableaux du pensionnats & des chips au paprika.
> il me faudrait lui trouver une. euhm. espèce d'obsession. (un principe aussi louche que ce dont il a l'air) quelqu'un par qui il serait plus ou moins obnubilé, donc, qui représenterait quelque chose qu'il n'ait absolument pas & qu'il ..admire (?) secrètement. presque secrètement, parce qu'il n'est pas quelqu'un de subtil. CECI DIT, cela n'aurait pas à être réciproque. Genre, pas du tout. le voir être considéré comme un pauvre type insolent & sans intérêt en retour est assez intéressant --il faudrait que ce soit un garçon & une personne dure, mais juste! genre, raisonnable. auprès de laquelle Wladyslaw essayerai de faire semblant d'être cool.
> il est un peu obstiné. et de mauvaise foi. Et donc, sérieusement agaçant. il est possible qu'il puisse se faire des ennemis. il a également ce problème, qui consiste à aimer un peu trop la violence, donc, donc .
> ok, sinon, à part ça, euhm, rien de trop précis crois. je veux dire, si quelqu'un à une idée, n'hésitez pas!


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