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BrightPulseOnline.Com (DNP)
http://i276.photobucket.com/albums/k...computer-1.jpg This is a PRIVATE roleplay between Fairy_Tales_Are_Real and Arcturus Sinclair. Please do not post here unless you are one of the two. Otherwise, you may read along. |
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(D: I thought I subscribed to thiis. Ack, fail.)
Cormac wakes up around Eleven and logs right on to his computer. He's e-schooled so, he needs to get started. As he waits for his emails to load, he logs into Brightpulseonline, his favorite chat site. He's a moderator for it--which means he can ban people and move them into the category they think fits them best He types in his username--which is Little-Wolf601-- and his password. As it loads, he checks his emails again, and brings up his music player, finding his room too quiet. He checks who's on and who needs to be sorted. He frowns at his emails, and sees that a few of his friends are on. |
(Lol. That's okay)
Miller had been up for awhile, making sure the house was organized and everything was still in height order. A bad thing that came with Asperger's Syndrome. Finally when he was done with that he sat down in his room at his desk and turned his desktop on. While he waited he looked at the time and then bit his lip. Tomorrow new people would be coming to live with him and his mom. All because his mom had married someone. He hated it with every ounce of his being but was unable to show it because of his Syndrome. Sighing he typed in BrightPulseOnline.com into the web address and clicked enter. The page loaded up quickly and he then put in his user name Syndrome_Boy0923 and his password before pressing enter. He went to school but today his mom had made him stay home. Which didn't fit in his schedule and freaked him out just a little. But he would get used to it because as soon as the others moved in he would be enrolled into a e-school as his step-brother apparently was. He logged into his normal chatroom, made by himself and sat there waiting for others to join. |
Cormac rolls his eyes at an email from his newly remarried father. "Ugh, father. Go away. I'm aware of our relocating." He rolls his eyes and sees Syndrome_Boy0923 come on. He perks up and messages him. Hey, how're you? As he waits for a response, he works on his math homework, humming to himself. He frowns at it. "I'll have a calculator on my computer, so I don't need statistics..."
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Miller had been sitting there when he heard a BING from his computer.
Little-Wolf601:: Hey, How're you? He smiled lightly and typed back. Syndrome_Boy0923:: Good and you? He pressed enter and waited again. He only knew Little-Wolf601 from the day before and only for a few minutes because it'd been during lunch that he'd been on and met him and so he'd only been on for a little bit. But it'd been enough to make him happy for the day. ------ Little-Wolf601:: Hey, How're you? Syndrome_Boy0923:: Good and you? |
Cormac rolls his eyes at his math homework, when he hears a bing. He types back quickly.
Little-Wolf601: Meh, I'm doing math homework. ...I hate math. I won't need it in my career, 'cause I'll have a calculator. So I win. He chuckles, sending the response before going back to his math work. He groans at it. "Oh, how I hate you..." |
Miller sighed. He looked around his room trying to think of something to do. All his homework was done and neatly in his bookbag so he didn't have that to do. He looked back at his computer after hearing the BING.
Little-Wolf601:: Meh, I'm doing math homework. ...I hate math. I won't need it in my career, 'cause I'll have a calculator. So I win. Miller laughed lightly. He smiled. Syndrome_Boy0923:: Well, atleast you know what you want to do with your life. I don't know if I CAN do anything.... He pressed enter. ------ Little-Wolf601:: Hey, How're you? Syndrome_Boy0923:: Good and you? Little-Wolf601:: Meh, I'm doing math homework. ...I hate math. I won't need it in my career, 'cause I'll have a calculator. So I win. Syndrome_Boy0923:: Well, atleast you know what you want to do with your life. I don't know if I CAN do anything.... |
Cormac frowns.
Little-Wolf601: It's not that... I'm just only really good at computers. And, my father wants to hire me at his company when I'm out of school... Ugh. Note my lack of enthusiasm about it. He shakes his head finishing his math homework. Little-Wolf601: I've conquered the demon! (Er...I mean...I finished my math.) He snickers and moves onto his lit homework after emailing his math away. |
Miller laughed lightly, and replied, right after he got another reply and replied to that as well. Wolf apparently had much more stuff to do than he did...
------ Little-Wolf601:: Hey, How're you? Syndrome_Boy0923:: Good and you? Little-Wolf601:: Meh, I'm doing math homework. ...I hate math. I won't need it in my career, 'cause I'll have a calculator. So I win. Syndrome_Boy0923:: Well, atleast you know what you want to do with your life. I don't know if I CAN do anything.... Little-Wolf601: It's not that... I'm just only really good at computers. And, my father wants to hire me at his company when I'm out of school... Ugh. Note my lack of enthusiasm about it. Syndrome_Boy0923:: That's still better than nothing... Little-Wolf601: I've conquered the demon! (Er...I mean...I finished my math.) Syndrome_Boy0923:: Lol. That's good. So, how's life? |
Cormac finishes his question, hearing the bing. He reads it quickly.
Little-Wolf601: Eh, it's not bad. Just being hassled by my pain in the ass of a father to star packing. We're moving, so he's being a pain. -shrugs- He doesn't elaborate, due to not knowing many details. And not really wanting to say that his father remarried. His mother died giving birth to him and his twin--who also didn't survive, so that wasn't a topic he enjoyed mentioning. |
Miller read what Wolf had sent to him. He replied. He had began to get a crush on Wolf, and wouldn't want to be left for days. It got lonely. No one really wanted to be friends with a boy with Asperger's Syndrome. And it wasn't like the Syndrome made it easy too.
------ Little-Wolf601:: Hey, How're you? Syndrome_Boy0923:: Good and you? Little-Wolf601:: Meh, I'm doing math homework. ...I hate math. I won't need it in my career, 'cause I'll have a calculator. So I win. Syndrome_Boy0923:: Well, atleast you know what you want to do with your life. I don't know if I CAN do anything.... Little-Wolf601: It's not that... I'm just only really good at computers. And, my father wants to hire me at his company when I'm out of school... Ugh. Note my lack of enthusiasm about it. Syndrome_Boy0923:: That's still better than nothing... Little-Wolf601: I've conquered the demon! (Er...I mean...I finished my math.) Syndrome_Boy0923:: Lol. That's good. So, how's life? Little-Wolf601: Eh, it's not bad. Just being hassled by my pain in the ass of a father to star packing. We're moving, so he's being a pain. -shrugs- Syndrome_Boy0923:: Oh. Well, that sucks. You won't be gone off the computer long.... Right? |
Cormac chuckles. "I'd kill my dad. He'd never get me off."
Little-Wolf601: Hah. As if. My father would have a very unhappy kid on his hands. So never. And school. It's online so I'd need internet. |
Miller sighed of relief. He was so happy to read that. His response was easy.
------ Little-Wolf601:: Hey, How're you? Syndrome_Boy0923:: Good and you? Little-Wolf601:: Meh, I'm doing math homework. ...I hate math. I won't need it in my career, 'cause I'll have a calculator. So I win. Syndrome_Boy0923:: Well, atleast you know what you want to do with your life. I don't know if I CAN do anything.... Little-Wolf601: It's not that... I'm just only really good at computers. And, my father wants to hire me at his company when I'm out of school... Ugh. Note my lack of enthusiasm about it. Syndrome_Boy0923:: That's still better than nothing... Little-Wolf601: I've conquered the demon! (Er...I mean...I finished my math.) Syndrome_Boy0923:: Lol. That's good. So, how's life? Little-Wolf601: Eh, it's not bad. Just being hassled by my pain in the ass of a father to star packing. We're moving, so he's being a pain. -shrugs- Syndrome_Boy0923:: Oh. Well, that sucks. You won't be gone off the computer long.... Right? Little-Wolf601: Hah. As if. My father would have a very unhappy kid on his hands. So never. And school. It's online so I'd need internet. Syndrome_Boy0923:: Yay!! |
Cormac grins.
Little-Wolf601: I'm a bona-fide computer geek. ...Then again, if he says i can't go on, I'll just hack his and put a virus in it or something. Thank the computer gods for my laptop. XD He sighs, in relief as he finishes his english homework. Now all that was left was research, which was easy, and could wait. Now his responses would be much quicker. (...Unlike mine, due to my crappy Wi-Fi. XD) |
(Lol.)
Miller smiled reading what Wolf sent back. He really started to like him... He replied. ------ Little-Wolf601:: Hey, How're you? Syndrome_Boy0923:: Good and you? Little-Wolf601:: Meh, I'm doing math homework. ...I hate math. I won't need it in my career, 'cause I'll have a calculator. So I win. Syndrome_Boy0923:: Well, atleast you know what you want to do with your life. I don't know if I CAN do anything.... Little-Wolf601: It's not that... I'm just only really good at computers. And, my father wants to hire me at his company when I'm out of school... Ugh. Note my lack of enthusiasm about it. Syndrome_Boy0923:: That's still better than nothing... Little-Wolf601: I've conquered the demon! (Er...I mean...I finished my math.) Syndrome_Boy0923:: Lol. That's good. So, how's life? Little-Wolf601: Eh, it's not bad. Just being hassled by my pain in the ass of a father to star packing. We're moving, so he's being a pain. -shrugs- Syndrome_Boy0923:: Oh. Well, that sucks. You won't be gone off the computer long.... Right? Little-Wolf601: Hah. As if. My father would have a very unhappy kid on his hands. So never. And school. It's online so I'd need internet. Syndrome_Boy0923:: Yay!! Little-Wolf601: I'm a bona-fide computer geek. ...Then again, if he says i can't go on, I'll just hack his and put a virus in it or something. Thank the computer gods for my laptop. XD Syndrome_Boy0923:: Lol. I wish I was like that.... I'm just good at organizing.. |
Cormac grins.
Little-Wolf601: Ack, I'm bad at that. I have too much stuff. My music and books are organized though. ...Most of the time. Neatness, however, is not my forte. Along with shopping. I need clothes. Ah, well...mine aren't too bad. I just need some sort of ever growing clothing... He eyes his closet, frowning. "Grow with me, clothes." This seems to be the first glimpse into how truly odd he is. |
Miller laughed lightly. He grinned.
Syndrome_Boy0923:: I wish clothes could do that too... That'd be awesome! |
Cormac grins.
Little-Wolf601: It'd save so much money too. Hey! We should go into business together, and make those clothes. but not like all stretch pants and stuff of the like. We want nice clothes. He dances in his seat, running ideas through his mind. |
Miller laughed reading it. He was reading this happily. But he frowned.
Syndrome_Boy0923:: You don't want ot be my partner. |
Cormac raises an eyebrow.
Little-Wolf601: Eh? And why not? He seems honestly puzzled. He flips through the music and changes his song as he waits. |
Miller bit his lip. He decided to be safe.
Syndrome_Boy0923:: Most people don't... |
Cormac shrugs.
Little-Wolf601: I'm not most people. And you can't be worse than some of the people my father works with. Unless you're a blonde bimbo. Then you are. He shudders, remembering being hit on by one of his father's co-workers. (Well, I'd hit on him. :D He's adorable.) |
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