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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Jan 18, 2014 6:22:13 GMT -8
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Jan 18, 2014 6:20:21 GMT -8
Wes was unsure as to the various formalities for a job interview, and by asking about he was pulling around in circles and circle of confusion. Was he supposed to get flowers? Was it like a date? He had brushed his hair as neatly as he could and tidied up his uniform but there really was hardly else that he could do, the boy was low on money after all. Though, the girls in his class continued to prod him in the direction of getting the owner flowers to butter her up. He was instead worried that it would look odd if he did, and decided to arrive just on time, with just his charming self in tow.
The boy stepped inside and craned his neck about, nervously rising up onto the tips of his toes to look over the tables for the woman he had handed his application to. She was very pretty, not the girlish pretty with big eyes but that womanly pretty with nice curves with that motherly face. "Hullo?" he asked the air, standing over by the register and peering around once again, she wasn't in sight just yet and he hardly knew if that meant anything at all. One of his classmates had gone on a long rant when he had mentioned a job interview about the secret language of business owners and how to tell what to say to get hired. To him it sounded odd, and dishonest, why would he lie to get a job? Well, lie about the large things, there were some things that could be overlooked, women always gave an inch onto their chest size and five pounds off their weight. His lie was just a white lie, and it wouldn't come up.
Wes rose up onto his toes again, turning around and staring over the tables, out the windows, and into the street lazily. A pack of students walked by, joking and chuckling amiably between themselves, one giving him a wave that he gladly returned. If she gave him the job it would be rather nice, he liked working with people even though they time to time made him horribly anxious. His Mum would be proud though, he was going off and being independent all on his very own. He was growing up! Her lambykins~ He could get her a better Christmas present because just love didn't cut it with how much he wanted to get her a nice bag or a fancy dress that she wanted in the catalog. She would horribly proud of him when she found out, once he had graduated of course. Oz would too! And well...his father...well. It hardly mattered what he did, he would always shove him off into a corner, never would her care what that man thought.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Jan 9, 2014 2:08:52 GMT -8
Personally...I like to look at other people's apps before I join a site, and it is the largest turn off to have them locked. How else am I supposed to plan out how I should do my own if I don't have an actual example, without them it's headaches galore as you worry about doing it well and uniformly to the rest of the members's. I mean, even if people don't plagiarize from here specifically they will still from elsewhere. Us locking our apps really won't do very much, if you plagiarize you end up being driven off anyways. You can't really keep up very well if you are so incompetent that you have to resort to taking someone else's writing as your own, you really won't last much more than a month.
I think we could always stick apps as account only access, it's not perfect but it would deter most people who are just looking around for an app to use. Also, we could just make a few cracky sample apps of NPCs or something to rectify new people looking for something to guide them when they write it. If we want anything solid to keep apps protected they all would take extra work on the mods's part, and would be needlessly complex.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Dec 26, 2013 22:38:19 GMT -8
The Kiwi hummed, making his way through the Christmas mess to the kitchen table. "What do you want to watch on the telly then?" he asked, gently placing the Koala down into the highchair and giving a happy little pat to her head as he glanced back up to the Australian and the warm food. He knew he would be the one to get the final say on what they watched, Kyle never seemed to care very much save for his handful of nature documentaries. The Kiwi though didn't watch very much in the way of television, and what would end up before their eyes was entirely debatable.
He accepted his plate and took his own seat, pulling it right in front of himself and waiting for his cousin to seat himself before digging in. The food was just the same as the rest of Kyle's cooking, warming his belly and his spirits at the familiar and homely flavoring. The seasoning was similar to that of his mother's, but it was a family thing he supposed, maybe he could ask Kyle to teach him to cook something more elaborate than instant noodles. But, he could hardly afford more at the moment anyways, only a few more months...
The boy tugged on the red woolen jumper he had pulled on over his dress shirt happily, enjoying the texture of the material under his fingers as he shoveled food into his mouth liberally. He liked the jumper, last year she had certainly been more daring with the complex pattern, trying to mimic some kind of Icelandic traditional one that's name escaped him. This year's was nice and simple, with his name stitched into the inner collar to identify it. His Mum though seemed to have picked up knitting as well, likely as another conversation topic with her sister. The sweater she had sent was wonderfully soft, and quite nice save for a few dropped stitches and a few extra feet of scarf that he refused to acknowledge. The present was perfect.
"They send us matching tee-shirts all the time" he commented, glancing between their sweaters while he took a gulp of water in a small break between servings. "Mum finds it sweet when we do, it makes her happy." The boy looked over at Matilda and picked out what he didn't like from the cranberry salad to give to her, returning to shoveling food as he watched Kyle. The last time they had spent Christmas together he was thirteen, and Kyle twenty two. Somehow it didn't feel very long at all.
Westley had been feverish, bedridden by his mother's decree during the festivities of their small family. He was miserable, but had somehow convinced his mother that he was alright so she wouldn't spend all of her time by his side and waste her long earned holiday fussing over her sick child. Kyle of course had known better, making him a little nest on the sofa of blankets and pillows so he could rest and join them, and cheering him up with horrible puns and cardgames. He had even saved him a second slice of pie after he had vomited the first one up, and washed the blankets that he had gotten dirty so he wouldn't be embarrassed if his aunt or mother saw. It hadn't been a very comfortable Christmas being sick and all, but it was a memorable one that brought a smile to his face.
"You know...we haven't found all of the presents in the hoard yet...I placed them under the tree but I think Matilda went and hid them all..." He set down his fork and patted his stomach, filled to the brim with just a little hidden crevice left for sweets.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Dec 24, 2013 23:09:13 GMT -8
Quick as a sheep retreating from an oncoming car the Kiwi lept up out of the hoard of tacky decorations and grabbed the prawn with his teeth, descending back into the forest of tinsel as quick as he had appeared. He knew he had gone a little, just a tad, elaborate on the decorations for the house, but it was something that he hadn't done since he had moved to London. The last few years he hadn't really had a Christmas, but now he had Kyle, and the dull day turned back into the bright holiday of his childhood. He was happier than he had been in weeks, sitting there among the wreckage with Matilda and eating his rightfully won prawn.
They celebrated Christmas a little oddly in Pommyland as he had found out, it felt like wearing someone else's underpants or the like. It was just the uncomfortable little drop in his gut, and he didn't really want it even though he couldn't help but need it. Yet, now surrounded by all of the tacky little ornaments it felt perfect, Kyle couldn't complain. Would he rather wear someone else's underpants?
The Kiwi licked his fingers clean from the prawn and lifted up Matilda onto his lap, finishing up the last of the decorating with her. While she made herself happy with the chestnuts he pulled out a small Matilda sized Santa suit that was meant for a doll. He had cut holes in the hat for her ears, and it fit comfortably down on her head, the coat buttoning up a little loose but fine. She didn't seem to mind it all that much, but he would never know until she attacked. Gently he lifted up the warm little bundle of fur into his arms and stepped out the door, showing Kyle his dear little daughter all dressed up. "I'm all done now" he announced, the corners of his mouth curling up to a gentle smile. The boy looked healthier than when he had first come across his cousin at the Zoo, coming rather often to eat and stay over the weekend. He was still a little stick, but his cheeks were warm and rosy, and his eyes were bright.
"It's the first time we've had Christmas together in a while..." he mused, trotting over to the barbeque and turning his body so Matilda was not in range, glancing over at what he was cooking curiously. "We are certainly not skimping on lunch, following the tradition for a lazy afternoon eh?" He had already set up Kyle's mattress and sheets among the wreckage in preparation, they could sleep within the hoard of it all. "Do I need to go get the plates or five more minutes?"
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Dec 22, 2013 21:53:27 GMT -8
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Dec 22, 2013 1:12:43 GMT -8
FUN-FACT #1 Westley doesn't really hate much of anyone, he just greatly dislikes people for extended periods of time and eventually gets over it. The only exception to the rule is his father, he can hardly stand the man and has no reasonable explanation as to why. The man riles him up so much that it makes him horribly anxious to spend time with anyone on that side of his family in fear that the subject will be brought up. FUN-FACT #2 He used to dispose of any greens his aunt gave him to eat on Kyle's plate when he wasn't looking, giving the impression that he ate all of his and leaving his cousin to eat double. FUN-FACT#3 Westley is not really technologically savvy, he can use a payphone and a calculator but past that he just doesn't understand. He has to have the school librarian walk him through online research each and every time, he just doesn't understand it. FUN-FACT #4 Secretly he has always wanted one of those insanely large stuffed toys. Since he was a child he always wanted to sit on it's lap like a big chair and nap on it, it would make up for when his mother or Kyle were not available. Even when he has passed the age that it is not socially acceptable to sit on people's laps he still yearns for one whenever he passes by them up in a storefront. CODED BY ELECTRIC |
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Nov 12, 2013 11:10:52 GMT -8
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Nov 11, 2013 2:10:16 GMT -8
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Nov 11, 2013 2:07:15 GMT -8
Westley really would have preferred relaxing at Kyle's house, sitting on his couch with a duvet wrapped tightly around himself as he poured over his french textbook for the umpteenth time. He would somehow goad the Aussie to make him some tea and then later they would turn their brains to mash while eating dinner in front of the television, the Kiwi stealthily picking out the best parts off of the other's plate. Free food, family warmth, possible retaliation for the plate picking, a far better way to spend his rare day off from class then standing around in a crowded shopping center trying to decipher the way mobile plans worked.
He really did not plan on having any need for one, actually he was still trying to convince himself that it was all a bad idea. Mobiles were nothing more than a distraction and a waste of money, it was far better to talk to someone face to face anyways. Yet the odd look people gave him whenever he explained that he did not own one was getting rather tiresome, and people had expressed to him that it was rather hard to contact him. Recently though because his father's address on his school file he had nearly had a teacher drop by to see why he had been out from school for a handful of days without calling in sick. Far too close a call for his tastes, it was still wishful thinking but he did not want the man to know that he was actually in London, and he most certainly did not want to be dragged off to live there. Having a mobile would make things simpler for other people, and he reluctantly gave in to the trend.
Still the various contracts confused him slightly, did data mean the amount of data allowed to be held on the phone? Why were minutes restricted? Why did he need to sign a contract for such a long period of time? The boy stood in front of the display of the phones that came free with a contract scratching his head as he tried to make sense of it all, had he really been disconnected from technology this long? A soft tap on the shoulder from a pretty saleswoman pulled his attention away and he smiled, giving a friendly greeting before explaining his situation to her. She seemed sympathetic, tapping her cheek with a manicured nail as she thought for a moment and listed off the plans that they had which fit his criteria. £7.70 a month, 250 minutes, and 2000 texts though he had no idea why he would ever need so many texts, it was the cheapest one available and reluctantly he asked the saleswoman to instruct him through the process.
It started out with a few bouts of mindless paperwork, the Kiwi all smiles and charm as he chatted idly with the saleswoman that he soon learned was named Donna and came to London from Edinburgh. He scribbled down his address in the specified area, the woman overlooking his paperwork for a moment before tapping his shoulder gently to grab his attention. He took a moment to finish writing the name of his street before glancing up at her apologetic face in confusion, emerald eyes widening.
"Sorry love but according to the date of birth you filled out you are only seventeen, you are going to need a cosigner. Did one of your parents come here with you? I need an adult to sign off according to our policy..."
"Oh...." he whispered, pursing his lips and staring at the blanks on the form that he had yet to fill out. He couldn't ask Kyle, he would be curious as to why he had lied about having a phone earlier, it would be an odd request for Carmen as well, and then Sadik.... Sadik would yell at him. "Ah...Can you set it aside for me?" he asked, voice trembling just a little as a little pain blossomed in his chest, it worried him and he suddenly wanted to leave much quicker than before. "I'll come back over the weekend, noon or so? Wonderful, thank you very much Donna~" he sang with false cheer, immediately scurrying out once it was acceptable to do so.
The boy had trouble keeping his composure once he was out of sight from the store window, nearly running to take a seat beside the fountain and unbuttoning his collar. The pain would pass, he had just been caught by surprise. Honestly now that he was thinking about it the throb was not nearly the worst he had experienced, more like an uncomfortable pressure than anything else. Still, he stayed seated and popped in an asprin, taking a large swig from his water bottle to was it down. He would be just fine, a few moments was all that he needed, though maybe a cold cloth would assist.
He pulled an embroidered handkerchief out of his pocket and dipped it into the fountain water before folding it in half and holding it up to his forehead for some relief. The handkerchief embroidered with his Mummy's love made him feel better almost immediately, almost as if she was there lovingly stroking his hair and kissing his forh-...OH! He had nearly forgotten about international calls, no wonder he encountered an issue~ It must have been gods way of letting him know that he was making a mistake. If he was getting a mobile then he had to be able to call his Mummy dearest on it! He slumped back on the bench, dabbing his forehead with the handkerchief as he relaxed for a few long moments.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Oct 29, 2013 18:19:51 GMT -8
I know, I'll make a nice cup of tea and order some takeout with the spare card you hide. It'll be a surprise so hurry home before I eat it all and it's a nasty surprise.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Oct 29, 2013 17:48:30 GMT -8
Course I will, I couldn't think of how many candles you needed so I got a value pack of 500. I'll see how many I can fit until there is no more room to stick in candles, and then I'll just stick them in an apple or something. And I'll go through the front door if it's open, if not the window it is. I'm not above climbing up to the roof and trying the chimney so better hurry home before I do.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Oct 29, 2013 16:55:55 GMT -8
OH! The cake is for your birthday, I found out from one of your papers. Happy Birthday Uncle!
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Oct 29, 2013 16:31:47 GMT -8
Hello! I borrowed someone's phone to let you know that I'll come on over later~ You can help me with schoolwork or something of the like! I can bring a cake? If I remember. Texting is odd, would have called but you would have yelled for a bit and then consented, also probably in a meeting.
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Post by Westley Walters-Kirkland on Oct 28, 2013 21:00:12 GMT -8
Eirik fits this too well to put him in =w= Kiwi will regret ever playing games on a library computer.
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