Cecerla or Cecelia as she had everyone call her stood by herself in the of a crowded area, she was candidate number 208 for the Hunter's Exam. She wonder how many there would be this year, she heard stories from other hunters like her parents, but she wanted to be a black list hunter.
Hunter X Hunter RP Thread
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[color=#000000]Ooc: Hello!Ic: Emmy fingered the pin on her jacket that announced her as participant number "34". It wasn't her lucky number eighty-eight, which somewhat upset her, but regardless she was determined to succeed in this exam. There were so many people here that towered over her now. Big scary guys and lean dangerous figures all throughout the hall and it was somewhat intimidating. And yet, she could still feel the presence of the villagers back home that were all behind her. No, these people weren't intimidating, they were challenges and challenges she could overcome. It was all in good fun after all. Smiling to herself, she clasped her hands before her and waited for the examination to begin. She was already ready for whatever lay ahead.
Jace leaned against the wall clutching the number tag he still held on his hand. He had a feeling the number would need to remain private for now. There was no telling how the examiners would use it in the games ahead, and they would most certainly be using it. Why else give the participants tags, especially ones which were so visible from a great distance. Being suspicious by nature, he would not be fooled before the first challenge. He tucked the tag into his pocket and waited for the examination to begin.
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Naitou looked around at everyone else. They were much hugger and stronger and probably more expirence than him. He wasn't sure how he will survive but he doenst want to die. Naitou just wanted to try something new, that's all. His badge he was given was number 115, lower than some. In his head he went through what he has done, no, forced to do that may help.
Cross county, some sports like volleyball, that won't help...I've seen wrestling but don't know anything about it, not judo or karate, or anything digging. I know how to use a bow, maybe I could figure out a sword...I'm screw, he thought, leaning against the wall, silently panicking. -
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She rolled her shoulders, with a hard sigh. There was only a little more time until the exams would start. She'd been waiting for a while, she wasn't quite sure how much time even passed since she arrived. Hours? Days? All she really knew was that it was enough for her to spend some time fighting some of the contestants that were trying to already pick off the rookies like her, and have the wounds heal. She didn't have time to deal with scum like them, so maybe it was better to get them out of the way first. Her left hand rubbed her right, circling the bloodied and blistered knuckles. One of the guys she fought had metal plating beneath the sleeves of his shirt, and she almost broke her hand on it.She leaned against the wall and slid down to sit, crossing her legs beneath her. There was quite an array of people gathered: big, small, young, old, strong, weak... She never would've guessed how many people take the exam every year, and how many gathered here today were retaking. Cinder stopped investigating her sore knuckles and moved her hand over to fumble with her badge. She was the third to arrive. The first two weren't really anything to gawk at, she probably would've been first if she hadn't taken her time to observe some of the scenery nearby. Who was she to blame? She'd never traveled this far for something, especially without her teacher.
Cinder looked up at the boy who was leaning on the wall in proximity of her. She eyed him a bit, watching how he carefully tucked his tag away from view. Probably a smart move by him, but she had her own ways to deal with people. Besides, she already made quite a reputation for herself with her previous fights. Some of the candidates already started spreading rumors about 'staying away from number 3' or 'beware of number 3'. Where was the fun in that? At least it would make those who were asking for a challenge a bit more interesting. Either way, right now she just wanted to make some light conversation. "First time?" She asked the male beside her, watching his form with curious yellow eyes. He did look new, and quite nervous at that, but it seemed like he was trying his best not to show it. [/fancypost][/fancypost][/fancypost]
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[color=#755A0D]::ORANGE::
[size=8][color=#755A0D]
Orange, the perfect color for me.
The odd one, the bright one.
Fire is orange and I have fire in me.
Orange is beautiful, I am too you see.
Orange always manages to stand out,
I too stand out,always wanting to fit in.
A tear tickles my chin,
as the thought of never to fit in
swims in my mind.
A friend is what I need,
a friend in orange I always find.
Because you see, orange is the color for me.
Nothing will ever rhyme with orange,
and nobody will ever choose me.[/size]
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New Fancy~
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Jace felt the time ticking on
as if it were a physical burden.
With every second it seemed
to grow on his mind, weighing
it down and begging him to
act, to do something just to
relieve the vicious boredom
that was slowly crushing
him in the din of the open hall.
Characters around him began
to mingle and bicker, their
voices creating a soft hum
that was soon the background
music to Jace's torture. They
just kept talking and talking
and talking, and it was getting
louder and louder and louder.
It was really starting to tick him
off. He couldn't wait to whittle
down this group in the exams,
if they would only start sooner
than later.
Emmy was desperate. The crowd
had been growing thicker and
thicker with ever moment as
more and more people flooded the
hall, bumping and jostling one
another like bumper cars in an
amusement park. After much
shoving and trying not to run
face first into someone bigger
or stronger than her, Emmy
found herself at the edge of
the crowd, face-first with
another girl about her age but
with red hair and the number 208
pinned to her clothing. "Oh,
sorry!" she gasped. "I didn't
mean to, but there was a guy and
he had a..." she trailed off,
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Naitou crumbled to the floor, hugging his knees close to his chest. What was he thinking?! He has no chance, he knew there were old and young, and maybe people weaker than he but he was still lost. He was all alone in this world. Becoming a hunter would be new, his parents going crazy at him. After all of this work, maybe he'll feel better. He choked oh hos own air, coughing up a storm. Some people look at him like he was crazy, others ignored him and maybe some even laughed. The place was even more crowded. A lot more than when he first arrived. Naitou finally stopped coughing and frowned. He sent a little prayer for the first phase to begin and soon.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; margin-left: -24px;][color=#755A0D]::ORANGE::
[size=8][color=#755A0D]
Orange, the perfect color for me.
The odd one, the bright one.
Fire is orange and I have fire in
me.
Orange is beautiful, I am too you
see.
Orange always manages to stand
out,
I too stand out,always wanting to
fit in.
A tear tickles my chin,
as the thought of never to fit in
swims in my mind.
A friend is what I need,
a friend in orange I always find.
Because you see, orange is the color
for me.
Nothing will ever rhyme with orange,
and nobody will ever choose me.[/size]
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"Emmy!" Emmy said, smiling brightly and taking the girl's hand. Sure it had been by accident, but she was glad to have met such a nice person before the exam started. No one else had bothered to introduce themselves to her, and this was a welcome breath of fresh air for her. "I see you're number 208. I'm number 34. I swear I really didn't mean to bump into you, total accident!"
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; margin-left: -24px;][color=#755A0D]::ORANGE::
[size=8][color=#755A0D]
Orange, the perfect color for me.
The odd one, the bright one.
Fire is orange and I have fire in
me.
Orange is beautiful, I am too you
see.
Orange always manages to stand
out,
I too stand out,always wanting to
fit in.
A tear tickles my chin,
as the thought of never to fit in
swims in my mind.
A friend is what I need,
a friend in orange I always find.
Because you see, orange is the color
for me.
Nothing will ever rhyme with orange,
and nobody will ever choose me.[/size]
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"Actually, it stands for Emelia," said Emmy, shrugging her petite shoulders. She twirled a finger through her blue hair and glanced around with a pinched, concerned look on her face. "So many people have entered now, but the exam still hasn't started. Isn't that odd? Maybe this is part of the test..."
Jace saw a boy beside him collapse and for a brief moment, he almost considered helping him. As the thought buzzed around in his head he considered the possibility of using him to his own advantage. A mutual partnership early in the game might help him advance, after all. "Hey kid, are you okay?" Jace stood to the side of Naitou and offered a gloved hand down to help him up. "No need to be so panicked. The exams haven't even started yet."
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Naitou looked up at he hand out stretched to him then at the man in front of him. He took the gloved hand and got up slowly. "I uh, yeah, I'll be okay," he replied softly, with a small and not reassuring smile. He wasn't sure why this boy was helping him, most others didn't seem to care. He looked for a number but didn't see any. He was a bit confused but didn't say anything about it. What now? Usually at this point he will know if his parents want to befriend, use, or hate the person he meets. Not anymore. Does he ignore him or does he talk? How does on even start a normal conversation? Naitou started to panic again. "...I...no my name is uh Naitou," he said, clearly unsure of what he is doing.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; margin-left: -24px;][color=#755A0D]::ORANGE::
[size=8][color=#755A0D]
Orange, the perfect color for me.
The odd one, the bright one.
Fire is orange and I have fire in
me.
Orange is beautiful, I am too you
see.
Orange always manages to stand
out,
I too stand out,always wanting to
fit in.
A tear tickles my chin,
as the thought of never to fit in
swims in my mind.
A friend is what I need,
a friend in orange I always find.
Because you see, orange is the color
for me.
Nothing will ever rhyme with orange,
and nobody will ever choose me.[/size]
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Recognizing the younger boy's insecurity, Jace gave him a polite handshake and cocked his head in curiosity. "Nice to meet you. My name is Jace," he said. He'd tried hard to think of a quip to put at the end of that statement, he really had, but nothing had come to mind, and besides, his new friend looked a little too nervous for humor. He kind of reminded Jace whimsically of the way he'd been when he'd first shot a gun and then a person. That reluctance was familiar to him. Maybe it was a similar thing for Naitou right now. His nerves must be getting to him.
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"Nice to meet you too," He replied, pulling his hand back. Naitou didn't know where to look so stared at his feet. He was going to fail. And when his parents find him they'll yell at him for failing. Even if he somehow manages to pass, they'll yell at him for becoming a hunter then start to use him again. He hates how his parents use him, he doesn't want it to happen so maybe this will work. "Why did you decide to come here?" He asked, using a tick his mom taught him.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; margin-left: -24px;][color=#755A0D]::ORANGE::
[size=8][color=#755A0D]
Orange, the perfect color for me.
The odd one, the bright one.
Fire is orange and I have fire in
me.
Orange is beautiful, I am too you
see.
Orange always manages to stand
out,
I too stand out,always wanting to
fit in.
A tear tickles my chin,
as the thought of never to fit in
swims in my mind.
A friend is what I need,
a friend in orange I always find.
Because you see, orange is the color
for me.
Nothing will ever rhyme with orange,
and nobody will ever choose me.[/size]
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::OOC::
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Jace blinked and almost took a step back at the sudden change in the boy's demeanor and speech. It was like a switch had flipped on, and it was very disconcerting. Stiffening his back, he let a stealthy hand slide towards the holster on his leg should he need it. He hoped it didn't look too obvious, but then he'd always been a stealth fighter. "I came here to become a hunter. I suppose that's what you're here for as well?" asked Jace, allowing his voice to grow somewhat robotic. Whoever this kid was, he wasn't as vulnerable as he looked. Maybe teaming with him hadn't been such a good idea. Should they become enemies, he didn't know if he'd be able to kill him.
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"Uh, well yes that's why I came here, but, umm...I meant more like, why do you want to be a hunter? I want to become one...well, either way, it'll still suck for me, but I want to do something my parents would never let me," he said. Naitou like the way it came out, bold, semi-confident and it was his own words, for once. He can use his own words to, to just interact with someone. A faint smile formed on his face the more he thought about it.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; margin-left: -24px;][color=#755A0D]::ORANGE::
[size=8][color=#755A0D]
Orange, the perfect color for me.
The odd one, the bright one.
Fire is orange and I have fire in
me.
Orange is beautiful, I am too you
see.
Orange always manages to stand
out,
I too stand out,always wanting to
fit in.
A tear tickles my chin,
as the thought of never to fit in
swims in my mind.
A friend is what I need,
a friend in orange I always find.
Because you see, orange is the color
for me.
Nothing will ever rhyme with orange,
and nobody will ever choose me.[/size]
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::OOC::
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::IC::
A flicker of disappointment crossed Jace's face before he moved his hand away from his concealed weapon. With a sigh, he shifted his weight to one foot and tried to think of a good answer that wouldn't make the kid run. "Umm... I'm here for the experience, I guess," he mumbled. If the kid had a sense of adventure, such an answer might appeal to him. In truth, Jace was here in order to advance his assassination career to the next level by hunting down the world's toughest and most notorious criminals as a blacklist hunter, but that was neither here nor there. He certainly didn't want anybody to overestimate him in this. For now it was best to keep his cards close to his chest.
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Naitou nodded slowly. "Ah, okay," he replied. "When is the exam going to start?" he asked, knowing Jace wouldn't know but it was still worth trying. He went back to looking at the ground, waiting. Waiting for an answer and waiting for the fist test to start.
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Orange, the perfect color for me.
The odd one, the bright one.
Fire is orange and I have fire in
me.
Orange is beautiful, I am too you
see.
Orange always manages to stand
out,
I too stand out,always wanting to
fit in.
A tear tickles my chin,
as the thought of never to fit in
swims in my mind.
A friend is what I need,
a friend in orange I always find.
Because you see, orange is the color
for me.
Nothing will ever rhyme with orange,
and nobody will ever choose me.[/size]
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::OOC::
When will the exam start, KT? I've kinda been waiting for you to bring it up, but if you don't have anything planned, then I'd be happy to start something.
::IC::
Jace just shrugged and leaned back to look over the crowd, craning his head to see over the sea of hair and faces. "I don't see anyone that looks like a hunter just yet, but maybe if we could make our way to the front, we might find something," he said with a patience he didn't quite feel. It was getting ridiculous now. There were so many people here that it would be hard to move, much less find a path to the front of the hall. Even more people were still coming down the stairs with numbers pinned to them. [i]402, 403, 404...[/fancypost] [/fancypost][align=center][size=5pt][color=#E6DECD]word
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be the STRENGTH you’ll have tomorrow
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Naitou nodded and looked at where they could get to the frount. "I found a way, to the front," he replied. He knew that he was small enough to slip by most but he wasn't sure if Jace could. Naitou took some courage and started to slip between people, mostly between people who look unusally thin. He looked back to see if Jace was following him. It would suck if he was alone. ANd too his bad luck, Naitou found himself run into someone, falling into another person. He looked up and freaked, a large buff guy, someone who could one hit K.O. him. "Uh...uh... I'm sorry!" he said frantically, bowing.
"You're sorry? That's it kid? What a wimp you are. Why would a kid your age even think about coming, your bound to die anyways," the guy responded. "Maybe I should make everything easier for you and kill you right now." Naitou shook his head, cowering in fear. What 'luck' he has today but the man isn't all that wrong.
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[fancypost bordercolor=transparent; margin-left: -24px;][color=#755A0D]::ORANGE::
[size=8][color=#755A0D]
Orange, the perfect color for me.
The odd one, the bright one.
Fire is orange and I have fire in
me.
Orange is beautiful, I am too you
see.
Orange always manages to stand
out,
I too stand out,always wanting to
fit in.
A tear tickles my chin,
as the thought of never to fit in
swims in my mind.
A friend is what I need,
a friend in orange I always find.
Because you see, orange is the color
for me.
Nothing will ever rhyme with orange,
and nobody will ever choose me.[/size]
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::OOC::
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::IC::
Jace saw Naitou bump into a tall, buff guy over twice his size and fell back into the crowd to hide, mind racing at the sudden, complex situation before him. On one hand, if he went in to save the kid, it would solidify their relationship for the exams ahead, but curiosity overwhelmed him. He wanted to see how the kid could fight. This would be a good opportunity to find out if he was wasting his time or not. He waited for one of them to strike, trying to blend with the crowd as he looked on from afar.
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FANCYPOST (C) ORANGE
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