Victor van Dort

Ty lied on his bed, listening to music on his phone. The familiar rhythm and melody of the song consumed his hearing. A series of high pitched noises, not agitating in any way, but more to muse. Then came the humming of Sonny John Moore's voice and then an abrupt 'YES OH MY GOSH!'. The song repeated the cycle of beats and wubs. It was late in the day already, and Typhoon was anxious as to know if he got a roommate or not. After some conclusive thinking, he decided not to get his hopes up. In fact, it might be nice without a roommate. Then again, he hated the cynical being of being alone.

After his swim, Ty went back to his dorm. He still had a slight muse looking at his dorm number. He began unpacking his stuff. The items he picked consisted of an alarm clock, a pillow, a phone, a laptop, and several books including some that held information about his classes. After he unpacked, he made a remark about how short the time was to unpack and place his luggage correctly "That was easy," ((OOC: Last post, heading to bed))

After finishing his light snack, Typhoon found himself with an urge to use the pool. He had been away from one for too long, and he found himself fond of water. He decided he should just float around considering he didn't want to get a stomach ache. With that, he slid his body into the water on his back. He used his wings as paddles to guide him around.

Typhoon cantered down the stairs leading to his dorm. On the way to a vending machine he had well coordinated over the past years, he saw that there were vandalized items left and right. He face-hoofed in amusement as he passed what remained of a classroom number. At the vending machine, he saw that the pool still remained, and was in fact, open. He grabbed the snack he bought, and went into the pool room to sit in silence, remembering the memories he had there.

Sighing, Typhoon took the time to clear his thoughts. Now he was just killing time. He turned on his side to face the floor. He dug deep into the bag he dragged up to his dorm, and from it he pulled a schedule. He planned this year beforehand; another thing to add to a list of things he was, in a sense, early in. He read it, only to memorize what he was about to read. He hated moments like these. His stomach rumbled a bit. Ugh Typhoon thought. Digressing from his original objective, he went to get a snack. On the way out, he looked at his dorm number: 69. Typhoon smiled at this.

Heading to his room, Typhoon gave slightly cynical looks to the ponies around him. They looked at him as if something was wrong with him.when he got to his room, he noticed he was the only one there. Weird, I'm usually the last pony to arrive at anything. He didn't feel like unpacking, so he simply lay his luggage on the floor beside his bed and lied down on it. He stared at the ceiling, deep in thought.

The medium blue colt looked off to the distance. It was Typhoon's third year here, and yet he barely learned anything new since highschool graduation. Maybe this year would be different. He heard word of a rise in student numbers this year, so he'd likely have a chance to make new friends. Walking through campus, he took note of the number of ponies. He was slightly late. Figures, he wasn't exactly the best in being on time.

http://mlpforums.com/page/roleplay-characters/_/typhoon-swirl-r2343 Major: Chemistry Minors: Culinary arts, visual arts, flying. Do we need more classes? I don't know if I want my OC to take on more stuff, but whatever, you're the boss.

7/10 Has some feels to it, but slightly annoying.

Ponyville. Fuck Earth society, YOLO (yes I'm addressing this in a non-stupid way) Would you rather be an alicorn or a unicorn with the highest-tier magic level?

You ninja'd me. F*** Nah, I'm fine by myself. Have you ever ran from a place in fear of some evil force behind you?

I hope this thread doesn't break out into a flamewar sarcasm.jpg, but seriously, don't make it so. I sort of just want to see other people's point of view on this.

As many of you guys know, there have been many major tragedies throughout history, but recently, the wildfire of word about them has spread over the internet multiple times. The first instance I've seen about this happening would be 9/11, which the condolences are still spread. This was a big deal for the family of the lost people, but apparently an even bigger for Americans everywhere who haven't lost loved ones in that event. I was just a baby when the first word of 9/11 was out, but I've heard word that the concerns absolutely consumed T.V. Another instance was the earthquake and tsunami in Japan. This event didn't really take its toll on the internet, but like 9/11, it took its place on T.V., and of course, people took their time to complain about how tragic it was. The most recent one completely repeats this cycle of events and reactions. This time, like 9/11, the Sandy Hook elementary shooting impacted legal American rights, but we're not here to talk about that. You probably couldn't go from one corner of the internet to the other without seeing comments like "R.I.P. Sandy Hook shooting victims" or something like that. Things like the examples I displayed highly annoy me. People everywhere who weren't really affected (i.e. lost loved ones) share with the internet and T.V. how sorry they are that those events happened. Sure, it's a tragedy, but let the associates of the victims grieve, but otherwise, please stay quiet. If you want to go more in depth with my shared thoughts, watch this video:

More than all of it I'm not concerned by things that don't exist, which is also why I don't fear you'll impregnate anyone. #SWAG whos tis fagets thay r so gay wif they're stupi song the songs gay as fuk

What the buck did you just bucking say about me, you little bitch? I'll have you know I failed almost all my classes in middle school. I have over five known STDs. I've been involved in numerous drug conventions and raves. That's all ah' need ta' say 'cuz I already owned ya'! Bitch!

"Yea. What a douchebag..." Typhoon said with unintended irony "Sorry to say, but I can't really hang out right now. Gotta go to Sugarcube corner now, and afterwards a list of other shops for an upcoming party my friends and I are planning. So I guess see you around, List."

"Th' buck you mean by, 'this'?" Douche said "You bitchin' at me too, bro?" Typhoon looked at Douche and said "That's enough outta' you," Typhoon grabbed Douche and flew a bit up. "Yo, ay, the fuck you doin', man?" Douche struggled to break from Typhoon's grasp. "You gonna buckin' rape me?" Flying higher, Typhoon said to Douche :"You wanna see the nearest club? I'll take you there." At high speed, Typhoon gave Douche a ride to the Lunar plaza, and threw him three feet from the ground, leaving him on his flank. "Sorry to keep you waiting," Typhoon said "What was that you said?"

Banned for not having changing your avatar at the time of this post.

When I'm through with this topic it'll have to be sitting down like a girl.

((On my phone so no colored text)) "What, are you buckin' deaf?" Douche asked. "Ah said, WHERE'S THE NEAREST BUCKIN' CLUB." "Hey, bro, what's your deal?" Typhoon asked "My deal is that there ain't no club 'round 'questria that pleases this beast!" Douche gloated, gesturing to himself. "Shut the buck up." Typhoon said "Nigga plox!" Douche said. "You're just a lil' bitch, filly. Go suck a fat one while I buck yo' motha'!" "Fuck you."

When I'm through with you, you'll have to be sitting down like a girl. HOYTOYTOYTOH