Meson Bolt

Sayori from DDLC. I'd love to have her as a little sister. v.v Not that I don't like my current little sister, she's a jewel, but... I dunno. We aren't close.

I'd like to know, just for the sake of knowing when it all would be over. It wouldn't change much of how I act, I'd just be like "oh, well, I guess that's it then." On the day of my death, I'd probably just ignore everyone and sleep for as long as I could. That way, maybe I could pass away during my sleep. I can't think of a better way to die than that.

Uhm, well would you call a melange of unused issued Army gear a collection? Because if so, I've got a LOT of that stuff. If not, then I think it'd be my quarter collection. I used to collect quarters a lot when I was a kid, and even though I've stopped, I still have a lot of them. Maybe sometime in the future I can sell that and get some money for it, I dunno. >.>;

My current schedule is kinda mixed. Some days I work less than 8 hours... like sometimes it's as low as 6 a day. And sometimes I work more than 8 hours, like up to 14 a day. Up until recently, we didn't have a set weekend schedule either. I went about 27 days without a day off, then I had one, and then went another 18 without a day off. I've also been called into work twice on my weekends, and had to work 5-7 hours with no compensation. It's not fun. :v But on the other hand, sometimes we get random days off for no reason, either because weather is bad (I'm aviation, so weather affects us a lot), or some other reason. So, uh... I guess what I'm trying to say is that I have to learn to be adaptable?

@Feather Spiral Aw man, sorry to hear that. It's ironic, you know? When I was just a teen... Well, actually BEFORE I was a teen (I was 12) was when I had my first flight. I was copilot, and oddly enough, it was a Cessna 172. So yeah. I actually got into aviation because of my brother. He was always super into military stuff, and he wanted to join the Air Force (which he did, and I think he's a sergeant or something now). But back when he was younger, he wanted to join Air Force JROTC. Problem was that he was only 13 at the time, and (apparently) you had to be something like 14 to join. He did some searching around and found the Civil Air Patrol, which is sort of like... I dunno, it's like Boy Scouts but with an Air Force theme. You wear uniforms and do drill and ceremonies and stuff like that, but the big thing was that you could join when you were 12, so he did. I sort of just followed because... eh, I thought it was cool, and at age 12 I found myself attending a week-long basic-training-esque camp called "basic encampment". At that particular encampment, they were relatively close to an airfield, so they decided to send some of us kids ("cadets", as we were called) to go do some orientation flights ("O-flights"). I was kinda salty because my brother got to fly in this dope ass Aeronca Champion, while I got stuck with the boring ol' Cessna 172. :v But, I mean, it was fun regardless. I actually flew the same Cessna 172 a few more times... one I don't remember, but the other two were to and from another encampment. So by the time I was about 14, I had maybe 24 real-world manned aviation hours.

Well, since my OC is just supposed to be me, I'll just post what I'd use. Depending on the game type, I'd have a different loadout. But if it's just a normal NERF war, I'd be using the NERF Stryfe, with an 18-round stick magazine and some sort of after-market stock. I'd have a holstered Zombie Strike Hammershot as a secondary, just in case my Stryfe jams/runs out of batteries/something.

I'm male. I have short, black hair, and (usually) wear thin-framed brown glasses, or thick-framed black glasses. I'm 5'11", have mildly tanned skin, and I look relatively skinny, even though I weigh about 152 lbs. I have dark brown eyes and (apparently?) really good eyelashes. Usually clean-shaven, though sometimes I let myself go on weekends.

Ako stumbled awkwardly through the front door of Katie's place, with her riding piggyback and sleeping on his shoulder. In his one hand, he was texting Kio, Got her home safely. Heading towards her bedroom, he gently set her down onto her bed, before removing her shoes and tucking her in properly. As he exited and locked up the house, he nodded at Kai, who'd insisted on following her home until she was safe. "Still here?" he asked in mild surprise.

A trash bag, ironically, would probably suit me. :v

@Jaxsie (Inactive)

I used to have a teal Diamondback mountain bike. I don't remember, really, it was a while ago. But it was a 21-speed bike, and I rode the hell out of that thing. Probably put at least 400 miles on it. :p I'm now using a black Trek Marlin 5 to get around here in Korea. It's a lot lighter than my old bike (or I'm just stronger). 21-speed as well, with custom handles and pedals. I'll post a picture if ever I take one. :3

@Summer Breeze One of my oldest friends on the forums. We're still in touch, just moved somewhere else. She's helped me out a lot with depression and such, I owe her a lot. @Jaxsie (Inactive) Well, she's inactive, but when she wasn't, she was amazing. One of my favorite people to talk to. Just really chill and positive all the time. I miss you, Jax. ;n; @Lucky Bolt I don't know if I qualify as one of her best friends, considering how popular she is. But she's always fun to talk to. There was one other poniverse member who I was friends with, but I don't think she'd like me mentioning her here. We were really tight at one point though, and I remember that fondly, even if we aren't now.

Don't enlist.

Uhm... well, we wanted a barracks pet. Nah, I'd, well... I don't really know what I'd do. I'd do my damndest to take care of her, but I'm usually away from my room or sleeping. I'd provide her with food, water, a place to sleep, all that stuff, but I don't know if she'd be happy living in the barracks. :v I'd probably end up turning her in to one of our sergeants, and letting them decide what to do with her.

Well, I'm currently in South Korea, so can I complain about the air pollution? It's terrible. It's awful to breathe, and it makes everything hazy, which makes my job (aviation) a lot harder than it needs to be.

Hm. Well, I'm not a professional art critic, or... whatever, but I like it. The shading, colors and style is lovely. They're not overly busy, but not overly plain, it's a good middle ground. I like it.

Would you believe... zero?

It was either yesterday, or the day before. I don't really remember. I have to get haircuts about once every two weeks. Army regulations, that kind of thing.

I keep them to myself. I don't really have anyone to go to who can help me with my shit, so I'm just stuck holding them by myself. I bottle them up and don't let anyone see them. Of course, that has the added effect of turning me into a hyper-defensive prick. That, and those problems usually don't get better by themselves, so I get hurt a lot. But well, better that than asking someone for help, right? I'm a mess. ;3;

Well, my last one wasn't really revealing. This one's actually been eating me up for a while, so I'll get on it now. I'm about to be 21 years old (in August), and I can't frickin' drive. Like, I understand the concept. I understand the rules, and I understand how to do it. I'm just really out of practice. Most of that is because, among other things, my parents never taught me. I feel like that's a parental duty -- you're literally giving them the power to go wherever they need to, and withholding that from them shows a massive lack of trust -- and they completely failed me (wouldn't be the first time). So yeah. I can't drive, and I don't own a vehicle. I'm meaning to learn (will probably learn when I get back to the states), but as of now, I'm unable to do so. It's kind of embarrassing to not be able to drive at all, especially at this age, but... hey, now I can't get a DUI. (get it? cause I can't drive while under the influence if I can't drive? ehh....)