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feelgoodmods (feelgoodmods) wrote, @ 2009-06-03 14:25:00

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penileart 2009-06-11 08:57 pm UTC (link)

Player Name: Zana Are you 17+?: 19, to be exact :D Personal Journal: lady_zana on Livejournal Contact Information: AIM: inkxartist Email: inkxartist@aim.com Timezone: United States Eastern (GTM 4) Availability: Always & forever Other: Say my name three times into a mirror and I’ll appear, for srsz. Past RP Experience: Used to play Sai at Nixcore, here on Scribbld :| Character Name: Sai Age: 19 Sexuality: Bisexual. He’ll do who he has to do while on the job with no qualms, but outside of work, acts somewhat asexual. Role in company: Actor PB: Yamamoto Yusuke (Reply to this)(Thread)

Sai App Part II penileart 2009-06-11 08:59 pm UTC (link)

Background History: Sai had an unusual upbringing. For starters, he was found a modest farming couple in a rural area of Texas during the middle of a stormy night. Wailing was heard in the couple’s chicken coup and with a search by their oldest son, discovered an Asian child stashed in hay among the hen and roosters. Sensibly and immediately, the discovery of the child was reported to the police, which lead to a five-year long search across the country for the parents of the child found. But no orphanages had any records of him, no foster families, and no hospitals. And parents of the child—whoever they may have been—never appeared out of the woodwork to regain custody. All the while, Sai lived with couple and their three children, spending his days learning to crawl, walk, and eventually run among the grassy fields where the cows grazed, learning to distinguish good chicken eggs from the bad. He went down to the creek and dug up earthworms to feed the chickens, cleaned out pig sties, and enjoying swimming down by the old swimming hole. When the time came for the authorities to question if the couple wanted to keep the child they had found, no other answer but a yes crossed their minds. They had fallen in love with the child and wanted to keep him as their own, surreptitiously dreading the possible day where his biological parents—those scum—would arrive and try to claim the boy back from him. Legal paperwork was completed, and Sai (it sounded Asian enough, right?) became officially apart of the family. Sai attended school in a single room classroom where grades kindergarten through eight was taught under the instruction of one teacher. (He truly lived in a very small, very rural town where denim overalls were fashionable.) It was only a matter of time before Sai began to realize that he was…different from the other kids. Different from his siblings and parents even, who all had cornflower blonde hair and sky-blue eyes with skin darkened from long hours of work in the blistering sun. Sai had dark hair, dark eyes, and pale skin that was prone to burning in the sun. Although the other kids were, for the most part, kind to him (at least in his face) Sai couldn’t help but feel that the adults in town were saying bad things about him in whispers whenever he went down to the grocery store with Billy-Joe, Whitney-Anne, and Julie. How come his name wasn’t some variation of Billy-Joe? Hunter would have been nice as well… (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Re: Sai App Part III penileart 2009-06-11 09:00 pm UTC (link)

His parents explained to him the circumstances that surrounded his joining of the family. Unlike most children, who became curious and disheartened and asked why, why, why, Sai brushed the truth off of his shoulders, and continued living as he did everyday. Not to say that those questions didn’t lurk in the back of his conscious, but they appeared to be irrelevant to him. He wasn’t wanted by his real parents, but Mary and John-Bob did, and that’s all that mattered. It wasn’t until high school that Sai became enamored with art. And art as in something greater than the mandatory finger-painting of his younger years. The teacher had no clue what she was talking about, nor was she very talented herself, but Sai had taken to exploring the material available to him, and soon discovered that yes, he had a knack for making “purty drawlings” as Julie once told him. He never thought of his mostly ink-centric creations as nothing more than a side hobby to induldge in after spending long days working on the farm with ma and pa, but that notion changed when he was encouraged by his arithmetic teacher to “Get the hell out of this red-neck, backwards shithole an’ use your talent to git sum money.” Sai didn’t understand it; he was content with living on the farm, here in Texas. He had never been or known any other place. Regardless, he was pressed on to apply to colleges (by his family as well as sparse friends) and settled on attending the University of Nevada, Reno. To be honest, Sai grew more and more curious about the rest of the United States. He wanted to see for himself if it was truly like the way he heard some other people talk about it. Maybe he’d even find creative inspiration in a novel environment. Plus, Nevada wasn’t too far from Texas. How dissimilar could the city really be? Sai quickly exposed to his answer as soon as he step foot on campus. Cell phones? Microwaves? A television, condoms, oh what? Needless to say, he was bewildered, overwhelmed, and hopelessly even more lost than before—a complete culture shock, to be accurate, that added onto his general social ineptness. It didn’t help that he was an Asian-looking person with a heavy southern drawl. (As a matter of fact, he became so self-conscious about it that he using the internet to learn how to pronounce words “normally.”) In addition to attending school, Sai had to take out loans in order to pay for his education, loans that he knew that ma and pa did not, nor would ever have the means of paying back. The answer to that quandary first came in the form of stripping. He was informed that stripping drove in tons and tons of money, but as Sai found out, it was sex that brought in the big bucks. His fellow male (and female) strippers got nearly up to five hundred with each fuck, in comparison to the minimal crumpled twenties he got slipped into his thong from shaking his ass. And so, Sai began prostituting himself. In his letters to the family back in Texas, he never once mentioned his side occupation. He wasn’t exactly sure himself why; he had always been taught that honesty was the best policy after all. Perhaps because there was something inherently…degrading about selling your body. About being thrusted into (or having to thrust back), or having to open your mouth just a bit wider in order to accommodate someone’s cock. Perhaps not. Perhaps Sai just didn’t feel like sharing that part of his life with ma and pa. It didn’t matter; he didn’t think much of it and had taken to being emotionally distant to cope. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Re: Sai App Part IV penileart 2009-06-11 09:02 pm UTC (link)

During one of his night, while approximately hanging upside down on a pole, Sai was spotted out by an agent for some company, Feel Good Inc. to visit Angel’s Hell if he was interested in what they had to offer. And from the monetary amount he could make from starring in porn films, Sai became very interested. At least there was no internet or cable back home for anyone to accidentally find him on. Sai promptly was hired (possibly because of the natural abs or the pouty lips?), and the rest became history. Personality, Likes & Dislikes: Being sheltered as long as he was, Sai is fairly simplistic when it comes to his core, with a complex outer shell. He was raised with the idea honesty is the best policy etched into his head, and so, comes off as blunt. As in, if you’re fat, Sai will tell you that you are fat, to your face, with a smile. You might cry. You might swing back. Sai’s used to either reaction, although he really doesn’t enjoy being hit. What may be common, everyday sense/courtesy to most people might be problematic for Sai to grasp. He speaks with a southern accent that is beginning to slowly diminish with his usage of voice recordings he’s been watching off of the internet that has been teaching him to say “creek” instead “crick,” so on and so forth. In school, he’s studying both Japanese and Chinese, since he feels that studying those languages will help him be more in tune with ethnicity. When it comes to conversation, Sai will engage in small talk. His version of small talk most likely will differ from the other person’s, however. Sai would be the one to start discussing, in vivid detail, the time he helped give birth to a baby foal, covered in blood and other sticky, disgusting female horse secretions. Or the time he caught two pigs engaged in intercourse. It appears that he only has two facial expressions; his defaults blank gaze or his (questionably) happy-smiling face. It’s not that Sai doesn’t feel other emotions, it’s more of the fact that he’s become adept at masquerading them because if there’s one thing he learned while growing up, it was that whenever emotions came into practical matters, said matters often spiraled off into a messy roller coaster that Sai would rather not have to deal with if he can avoid to. He is gullible to an extent, due once again, to his sheltered upbringing, and he has no trouble sharing most things about himself with others, but you’ll always leave Sai feelings as if you were speaking to a cardboard caricature instead of a regular person. It’ll take a bit of prodding in order to understand Sai, and that’s even if Sai is willing himself to be understood. Likes: Asking questions, art, the scent of fresh ink (turn on, most def), the male penis, this contraption you call “fast food,” reading, sleeping, orange juice, denim overalls don’t judge, friendly people, Texas, glasses, daytime talk shows, having money, and nature/natural products. Dislikes: Being asked questions, asparagus, coffee, technology (touch screen cells phones wtf srsly), being perplexed, dried cum in his hair, his accent, and being socially retarded. He tries hard. He does. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Re: Sai App Part V penileart 2009-06-11 09:03 pm UTC (link)

Sample Post: First Person “…Daijoubu desuka?” I am finding it hard to concentrate in my Japanese class lecture today. Last night’s filming ran until late, only because the female actress I was paired with was a virgin and I was unsure of how to comfort her so that she didn’t cry as much when I penetrated her. I tried petting her hair and saying kind words such as, “Your vagina will expand” and “The bleeding only lasts for a short while” but nothing I told her seemed to make her quiet. She was near hysterical. Finally, the director had to stop filming and pull the girl aside himself to speak with her. It was unfortunate for me, to say the least, because the particular film we were working had a story line centric around aliens. I had silvery body paint all over me. It smelled like cheap, burned plastic on me, and itched but the makeup artist to placed it on me warned me that she would cut off my balls if I made any unnecessary movements with it on. She, being somewhat butch for a makeup artist, I believe could have done just that, so I was restricted to sitting on the metal table, underneath the heated lights, waiting until the girl came back to me looking more miserable than frightened. Was that face really much of an improvement? “Sai-san!” …It appears that the question earlier was, in fact, directed toward me and not part of the lecture for the day. Sensei appears upset. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

Re: Sai App Part V [Fin] penileart 2009-06-11 09:08 pm UTC (link)

Third Person “Excuse me ma’m—ah—miss ?” Sai held up a bucket of I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter to who he presumed to be a worker of the grocery store he was in, seeing as how she wore the tell-tale red uniform shirt. “…Is this really not made out of butter?” He was in the process of purchasing the items needed to make a harvest cake, since his roommate had requested that he do so. His roommate had been obsessed with tasting an authentic one ever since Sai told him how he and the others back home used to eat it in abundance in November for the Thanksgiving celebration. He found it mildly off-putting the way his roommate treated him as if he an exotic being from a foreign country. He was attempting to fit in with the norm, not further distance himself away from it. Regardless, Sai found himself running into trouble as soon as he had reached the dairy aisle. There was nothing but products with claiming that the butter shown was in fact, not real butter. And Sai wanted to get down to the meaning of this. The store employer regarded him with a skeptical look. “Why don’t you read the label in the back and see what’s in it?” “I did. It seems that a majority of this is made out of vegetable oil, but I’m in need of butter that’s actually made from churned cow’s milk. I think all the steroids they put in food products is what’s leading to cancer. I ain’t—can’t— give my roommate cancer by using fake butter in my cooking.” Upon closer inspection of moles on the woman’s neck, Sai added, “See? You’re being infected already ma’m. I heard moles were the first sign of cancerous tumors. You might wanna—want to get those checked out by a doctor.” “You know,” the woman started, folding her arms across her chest, “if you weren’t a customer, and if I didn’t need this job, you’d be dead by now. You hear me? Dead.” Sai furrowed his eyebrows, “But I was only giving you health advice. Why are you threatening me? I just want real butter. Do you not sell it here?” “No. We don’t sell it here,” the woman replied through clenched teeth. Sai smiled. “I see. Then, can you or something else less displeasing point me to where the nearest farm is? I can go churn real butter myself. You oughta—ought to warn your customers better about the fake products your supermarket sells.” (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	ACCEPTED!! feelgoodmods 2009-06-12 02:43 am UTC (link)
	Welcome to Feel Good, INC.! You'll find everything you need to get settled in right here. (Reply to this)(Parent)(Thread)

	Re: ACCEPTED!! chinpo 2009-06-12 02:53 am UTC (link)
	Dis be mah journal, btw ♥ (Reply to this)(Parent)

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