The "I'm Bored" Conversation Thread

[Rigwyn]

I'll have to surprise you one day....

*Makes special character just for the occasion*

[Illysia]

I probably will be surprised, but heads up, I can generally tell which alts belong to RPers I've already run into before by the level of competence in RPing... just sayin'.

[Rigwyn]

I'll dumb it down a little, make some noob mistakes and alter my grammatical nuances. Then again, few are on when I'm on. Curses! XD

[Illysia]

Yeah, that does get you too. 

[Rigwyn]

Being expected doesn't help either.   

[Illysia]

If you change enough things, you can hide decently. I once threw Lhaa off the scent with an alt and Lhaa can practically tell you who the grandmother is of the person behind the alt. You just have to know what you do that "marks" your characters.

[Zalya]

My tell is my spelling

[Roled]

My tlel is mytyping and the BIg SEcond letters fo my postz 

[Illysia]

OK, I'm bored again.

What's your favorite color? I like pink myself. I don't care how stereotypical it is. Don't judge me.

[Rigwyn]

It really depends on the context. I like red contrasted against black sometimes, royal blue in some cases, orange blended into brown, and green - that vibrant, emerald green that the grass and trees sometimes turn in the spring and early summer in the evening before sunset.

How about armoas? Which ones do you like most and what memories do they trigger?

[Illysia]

You just like being complicated don't you?

I'm going to take a BIG leap here and assume you mean smells there.

I seem to be hooked on lavender in general, I guess because it smells like "clean" to me and I like the smell of clean. Either that or the scent of Estee Lauder's Beyond Paradise, but only when I wear it. Apparently I have interesting body chemistry that "turns" both cheap metal and perfume. When I wear that perfume it actually gets a sweeter smell. But that is the first and only perfume that I have that was mine and not borrowed, so ultimately the memory is "MINE!" :3

[Rigwyn]

Yes, I meant smells   

If someone really messed with you badly and you went into a psychotic rage, how would you take it out on them? What would evil-illy do and how would she do it? What would it look like, sound like, smell like?

[Illysia]

*grumbles* sensory people...

As I am told: Before such a blow up, waves of righteous indignation rush over people sitting nearby like a unbidden tsunami crashing down in a wall of "Oh no they didn't" upon unsuspecting bystanders. But instead of the swirl of raging, angry water, significant heat eminates from "my side of the room" pressing upon the ones with a grape's worth of sense, those who pick up the warning signs and know to back away slowly.

As I feel it: A pressure rapidly builds like a thousand screams and a million angry rants all rushing to be the first one out. All nicety and goodwill flee like frightened children searching for some dark, dank corner hoping to go unnoticed. But, above all a clarity... a fog clearing, distraction elminating clarity sets in. There is neither room, nor space, nor time, nor any other being in existance... only righteous ire and it's target.

Words no long serve to reassure or to build up. They become cruel, terrible weapons. Weapons meant to leave not physical scars that will eventually heal and be eventually forgotten but emotional ones that will last a lifetime and that trigger strong enough memories to prevent this scenario from repeating. Everything becomes a target, a scratch to leave poison in and allow it to sit....

...

Ah who am I kidding? It never gets this bad and even I don't know what I'd do. But I hope this makes for a nice read for you. I put a lot of work into it.

Really there isn't much sensory stuff for me. My reaction goes: Deliberate Wall o' Words to make them regret having caught my full attention, scathing but truthful remarks to wound them enough to retreat from the situation, then seriously considering reaching out and choking someone depending on what actually set off the incident. But normally, rather early on, either I get a grip or someone like my mother intervenes and throws a monkey wrench in my ire train derailing the whole thing and saving the poor fool that doesn't leave me alone.


Fortunately for many people, I know when to remove myself from an aggravating situation.

[Rigwyn]

That's not quite as I had envisioned it. I imagined you sitting there staring at said person rather calmly, then looking the other way with a sort of light, caviler chuckle as your antagonist continues to rattle your nerves. After that, another harsh comment leaves his lips - followed by silence; the sort that stinks of uncertainty, regret and awareness of how indelible the spoken word can be. Things said are permanent and cannot be undone. Words change those who hear them - sometimes with minute subtlety, sometimes with regrettable consequences.

Next, I would expect to see a grey blur and feel its wake as a thick, iron pan - the kind that grandma used to use, meets the side, front and back of their head with a hollow, liquidy thud. I could almost sense the taste of rusted copper and hear the painful, articulate screaming being pounded and reshaped into a bubbling, hissing plea for mercy as the splatter spans the Stonehead and its horrified patrons. The breaking of glass as mugs fall from startled hands, the sound of soft footsteps fading into silence as the last of the patron slips out the door - covering their mouth to stifle a tiny bout of laughter.   

"Psst! Dude, she totally snapped!"

[Illysia]

Nah, there is always warning for those who pay attention, but I had to learn calm and reasonable, by extension Illy did too. Her response was angry yelling then hurling a blunt object. But I've always tried to get the offending party to back down by stinging them, most of the time it works. Illy now just puts the hammer down and shuts down the incident. It's like walking into a field of poison ivy, after awhile they learn to avoid, the halfway reasonable ones anyway.