I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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AGE 17, PRONOUNS he / him, JOB pawffee staff
CLASSIFICATION human, SOURCE voltron
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Post by Lance McClain on Sept 4, 2017 18:13:51 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no better[break]time for your[break]shine you're a [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]STAR [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
NOTES: emilio u devious bastard
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Lance shifted uneasily. He really wanted those oreos. But heck, the man probably needed them more than he did. And as much as he felt like screaming and grabbing them back, simply because he could, he didn't do so. Instead, he mutters a half-hearted 'you're welcome' and is about to turn and sulk off to complete his grocery shopping when he's stopped by the man's question. [break][break] "Eh? My name?" Lance blinks. "I'm Lance. Nice to meet you, uh, Emilio." [break][break] Well if Lance ever spots him again, this guys' name would be "Oreo Stealer" anyway. [break][break] Lance sighs, berating himself. He'd given up the oreos willingly after all. He might be bitter about losing the package to this guy, but he wouldn't regret his choice. "Have you settled in yet?" Lance asked, furrowing a brow. "It's kind of jaronartring 'n all. Comin' to this island, I mean."
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I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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AGE 17, PRONOUNS he / him, JOB pawffee staff
CLASSIFICATION human, SOURCE voltron
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Post by Lance McClain on Sept 1, 2017 20:11:58 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no better[break]time for your[break]shine you're a [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]STAR [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
NOTES: how dare u play with lance's heart
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As soon as the man lets go, Lance hugs the package to his chest tightly. He's about to turn and run off when he's stopped by the man's words. Oh. He'd just arrived? [break][break] Frankly, the man looks pretty worn out. A little worse for wear. The story matches the cuts and bruises and though it's a little funny how the man's first thoughts are towards grabbing oreos, he does feel pretty bad. The guy's voice sounds darn tired. And Lance doesn't have no compassion for someone who's suddenly been yanked from the world they know. [break][break] He hesitates, still clutching the oreos tightly. And then, he slowly loosens his grip and holds out the package to the man. His arm is ever so slightly shaking and that's only because he's sad to see the oreos go. [break][break] "Here," he says with a grumble, not looking the man in the eye. "You better not waste them."
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I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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AGE 17, PRONOUNS he / him, JOB pawffee staff
CLASSIFICATION human, SOURCE voltron
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Post by Lance McClain on Sept 1, 2017 5:42:18 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no better[break]time for your[break]shine you're a [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]STAR [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
NOTES: uh oh
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Lance keeps his grin friendly and amiable, but as soon as the other speaks, the smile drops. Wow. How rude. And here he'd been trying to be nicey-nice and everything. Not that he usually isn't, but he'd at least been trying to avoid conflict. As well as get his Oreos before the other tried to snatch them. So much for peace. [break][break] Lance's grip tightens as soon as the other lays hands on the precious blue-wrapped package. Immediately, his mood sours and he shoots the other man a glare, brows furrowed and eyes alight like blue fire. [break][break] "Hey! I had those first!" he exclaims, doing his best to tug it towards him. He grounds himself, digging his feet in so he can have a better grip. And really -- a grown man fighting over Oreos? How immature was that? [break][break] He's gotta say, too, that the guy doesn't look exactly like a good crowd. Bloody knuckles, bruises, bandaids of an array of neon colors? For all Lance knew, the guy could be some drug addict...and oreo addict. He wasn't going to let those delicious treats go to waste.
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I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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AGE 17, PRONOUNS he / him, JOB pawffee staff
CLASSIFICATION human, SOURCE voltron
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Post by Lance McClain on Sept 1, 2017 3:10:17 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no better[break]time for your[break]shine you're a [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]STAR [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
NOTES: forgive him
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Shopping. A task which, when it comes to groceries, is absolutely tedious. He's really only okay with doing the shopping because he knows he can splurge on buying treats and other inessentials -- like ocean breeze high-quality hair-shine shampoo. Or lavender bath salts. Or oreos. [break][break] Which is why he's heading straight to the cookies section first. Vegetables and bread can wait until later. To Lance, Oreos are the most important right now. [break][break] Actually, he lied. He detours towards the personal care section, picks up a bottle of his favorite conditioner (it's extra-strength and it's got one of the better scents. Plus it has added vitamins for the scalp) and then heads towards the cookie aisle. [break][break] Upon arrival, he zooms in on his favorite section (a section he knows well for its deliciously stuffed creamy-centered biscuits) and quickly finds a blue package marked with the word 'Oreos'. His hand reaches out to grab it, but before he can, it brushes against another person's. [break][break] Lance blinks, moving backwards instinctively. But then he recomposes himself, giving them a lopsided grin as he slowly wraps his fingers around the oreo package. "Hey there," he says amiably. "Nice day, huh?" [break][break] Those oreos are his.
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I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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AGE 17, PRONOUNS he / him, JOB pawffee staff
CLASSIFICATION human, SOURCE voltron
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Post by Lance McClain on Sept 1, 2017 2:13:32 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no better[break]time for your[break]shine you're a [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]STAR [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
NOTES: n/a
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Lance raises a brow and looks back out to the ocean, to where the sun dips into the sea. His smile is curious and content. "Watching the sunset, huh?" he asks, quickly calculating if he's got time. And yes, he does -- frankly, he's got nothing going on afterwards, and he's got plenty of time to spare to watch the sunset. His sneakers twist to face out towards the ocean. "Sure, why not." [break][break] There's silence as the two of them stare at the fading light. The waves lap against the shore in a rhythmic shhhh, shhhh. He loves the sounds of the ocean, the roar of the waves, but the silence is a little awkward. He shuffles a bit, plays with his hoodie strings, tilts his head as he tries to find something else to say. [break][break] Thankfully, the pink-haired girl breaks the silence for him. Lance looks at her, watches her serene features and takes in the question, perplexed. He's...he's never really thought about it that way. He'd always assumed they were in some alternate reality or some really screwed up planet, with only an island and an ocean. He frowns, his features twisting into a contemplative look. "Eh, I just assumed it's a different reality. I mean, I've been to an alternate reality before -- let me tell you, that was not entirely pleasant," he says with a shake of his head. "But surely it's on some planet or something..." [break][break] He pauses, gives her a wink. "Or maybe this is heaven 'cause I'm seeing angels," he exclaims, falling into the habits of using pick-up lines. Really, though, he says them to gain attention rather than affection. [break][break] Lance takes the open hand for an invitation for a high five and gives it a good slap. Not hard enough to hurt but no light tap either. Frankly, if he wanted to give her a high-five, he'd probably have to take a slight step into the water. He doesn't want to get his shoes wetter than they already are, if he can help it. That, plus he really just is that oblivious sometimes. "I'm Lance. Lance McClain, but you can call me Lance. Or Sharpshooter. Or whatever, really. Nice to meetcha, Madoka," he notes with a grin.
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I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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AGE 17, PRONOUNS he / him, JOB pawffee staff
CLASSIFICATION human, SOURCE voltron
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Post by Lance McClain on Aug 30, 2017 18:01:16 GMT
[nospaces][googlefont=Roboto:400,700|Poppins:400,600,900] [attr="class","jarbtg"] [attr="class","jarbtgh"] [attr="class","jarbtgtri"] [attr="class","jarbtgicon"] [attr="class","jarbtgminilyr"]no better[break]time for your[break]shine you're a [attr="class","jarbtglyr"]STAR [attr="class","jarbtgnotes"]
NOTES: n/a
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Lance had decided to take an evening jog. Some last minute exercise before heading back home and chilling in the tub with his rubber duck and bath salts. Plus, working at the Pawffee shop had been rough today, and he needed to do something to shake out stiff limbs and a tired back. Lifting crates of coffee beans and cleaning tables over his long shift had been exhausting. [break][break] But this time, instead of taking his usual route along the seawall, he'd decided to spice it up a bit. He might regret his choice later, but he took is jog along the shoreline, his sneakers biting into the sand. It was harder to run in and he could already feel the waves and sand licking into his sneakers (dammit, that'd be hell to clean later). His head turns to admire the view to see the line where the sky meets the sea and watch as orange fades into blue. But he turns his head to face forwards once more -- he can't very well go running into the ocean right now. [break][break] There's a figure in the distance. It looks like... a little girl? A girl in the ocean, holding something to her ear. He blinks. Where are her parents? [break][break] He runs over, pulling down his sweater hood in the process. "Hey...hey!" he calls, arm raised in the air as he waves. Once he's closer, he hears her murmur a hello and he stops to catch his breath. Dang, he's out of shape. He supposes sitting in a lion and pushing controls doesn't do much in terms of exercise. [break][break] Damn, he misses Red. [break][break] "Hey there," he says once more, taking a deeper breath. His cerulean eyes fix on her rose-colored ones and he grins. "Whatcha doing?"
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I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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Post by Lance McClain on Aug 27, 2017 22:52:01 GMT
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I'm the one at the sail, I'm the master of my sea
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AGE 17, PRONOUNS he / him, JOB pawffee staff
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Post by Lance McClain on Aug 27, 2017 9:05:24 GMT
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K not gonna spoil anything but let's just say flowers look real cute on that one boy I've talked about under the name of Rouge (y'know the crush). Especially white lillies -- they're just sooo pretty I say. And they just accentuate his long lashes and -- aaah! |
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LANCE MCCLAIN @lancelot
A big thank you to my family. It's been so long since I've last seen them, and though I know being here means I'll probably never see them again, I still want to extend a huge thank you to them for raising me and being just such a wonderful family. It's too bad I couldn't be there for Bilbo Waggins' birthday (that's my dog, to those who don't know). I miss you all. Sending you my love, forever & ever. |
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Post by Lance McClain on Aug 22, 2017 19:41:37 GMT
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It is night. Lance makes his way through the halls of the castle, trying to find his bedroom. Though he's lived here for quite some time, he still finds himself occasionally getting lost in the castle's massive structure and identical hallways. [break][break] There's nothing on the floor when he trips. If anything, he trips over his own two feet. His arms make a few comical windmills as he tries to keep himself from falling, but his loss of balance tips him forward. Lance closes his eyes, bracing for impact --[break][break] And faceplants into sand.[break][break] Spitting sand out of his mouth and wiping off his face, he blinks, slowly taking in the scenery and adjusting to the sudden sunlight. [break][break] Sunlight. Sand. Ocean. Buildings.[break][break] He thinks, he's somehow returned home. Or that this is maybe a dream.[break][break] But no. This is how he arrived at the Island.
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SHARPSHOOTER With excellent spacial awareness and great eyesight, Lance is perfectly suited to precision and long-range combat. This skill is evident with just about all missile weapons or objects, whether they be guns or basketballs. He is also quick to react, and fleeter on his feet than one might think. [break][break]
AQUAMAN No actually aquaman, Lance is superior in aquatic movements and combat. This is mainly due to his having grown up surrounded by the ocean and as such, he is a strong swimmer and extremely adept in and around the water.
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[break][break] Attention is a thing spread thin -- too many people, the youngsters need to be watched, the elders need to be comforted. You love them, but sometimes, you want to be known as more than just the middle child. You do not have the outstanding talents others have, but you are you, and isn't that supposed to mean something? ( I can be great -- no, I am great ) But even still, you know they mean well. Know they love you in return. This is home -- this is where you belong. [break][break][break][break] GARRISONThis is where you learn to soar. The freedom of being in the air. And yet -- you are not among the best. The school deems you not quite a fighter pilot. You get placed to learn to control the large, clunky ships that carry cargo. You learn to hide your bitterness and pain -- you are not the best, as you claim to be, for you want to be noticed. You do other things: flirt, joke, make a fool of yourself. You learn to laugh off the sharp jibes of others, learn to ignore the hidden snickers. You might not be the best, but you want to be. You want to prove you can do it. ( best pilot. ladies' man. sharpshooter ) Friends find you. You've known Hunk for a long time, have practically become best friends. And Pidge -- he's so smart and talented, and you envy that a little. But he's mischievious and you like that rebellious streak he has. [break][break] You deem the top pilot your enemy. Your rival. You will surpass him, despite his talent, despite his excellence. You notice him as he walks, alone in the halls, dark hair falling on his shoulders. Know he's a loner, a serious one. It is when he is expelled that you rise to a fighter-class pilot. ( you miss the mullet boy, despite all your protestations ) You...are not the best pilot. You fail the simulations. Iverson is disappointed in you, threatens to demote you. You brush it off -- you're doing your best. You can practice more. Things will be all right. [break][break] That all crashes down in one night. [break][break][break][break] VOLTRONYou're with Pidge and Hunk, discussing aliens when the comet lands. Or rather -- no comet. It's a ship. A ship you later learn holds one of the piloting legends, Shirogane Takashi. And heading towards it is your rival -- Keith. ( you'd recognize that mullet anywhere ) Escape means leaving behind the Garrison and entering the desert. The fantastic tale of other worlds is spun -- the Galra. Voltron. And you -- you are the one to find and pilot the first of them, the Blue Lion. It's something that fills you with wonder and excitement. It is one of the few times you are not second or third. You are foremost, and in that moment, you are needed. [break][break] That glory soon ends. [break][break] Altea is found, Allura and Coran awoken. The Paladins are named, the other Lions found. You are the right leg of Voltron, the pilot of the guardian spirit of water. ( you miss home, with the rain and the sky and the ocean ) All that happens next is in pursuit of defeating Zarkon, who threatens to destroy the entire universe. You do your best, but you are only human. Humans make mistakes. You make foolish choices that cost your loyal friends dearly.[break][break] But at the same time, you grow. You learn to trust. To reveal your feelings. To depend on others more, for sometimes, it's true, you're simply not the best suited for the job. You gain a little humbleness, a little maturity. Bonds are strengthened, responsibility is understood. There's still the bad pick-up lines and jokes, but you've changed. ( you're a team ) [break][break] TOMODACHIHow you came here is a joke. Really, it's embarrassing. [break][break] You head towards your bunk, saying quick goodnights to the team. Your eyes linger for just a second longer on Keith before you turn away. [break][break] The hallways are vast and huge, and look just like every other hallway in the castle. 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