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@freedomwriter76 I don’t mind him having it for a while. Edrich doesn’t have to get it back…sadly he can always make a new one…His biggest worry is the trouble he’d have to go thru to do so, and the audacity of someone doing that in the first place.
But…
I do think it would be fun to explore Edrich and Aramis thinking others did it before discovering it was Erich….
For instance they suspect Nyx, Arthur, etc before discovering it’s actually Erich…
And then Erich’s like “Oh gosh what have I done…” Or maybe Erich has to come clean himself??
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
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Would you guys mind if I added Anakin to this group? I feel like he would blend well with this story (If that makes sense) XD
(If not that’s fine)
Do me a favor…. Tell Cress I meant it
-Thorne@keilah-h @freedomwriter76
Paxton
Paxton looked at Hunter shyly, and then at the specks of paint on his arms. He pulled down his sleeves, forgetting they were there…
If his brothers saw the paint…
He frowned.
At least Hunter hadn’t noticed the bruises…
He focused on the question at hand, thinking. What did he like to paint?
In truth…he didn’t really paint…things.
Or objects…
He just…painted.
He drew how he felt. He liked how the colors looked against the canvas or paper…or whatever he could find…even his skin.
Like how it felt sometimes, when he drew on his arms, covering up the pain from an earlier interaction with his family.
But as for painting or drawing actual objects, or things, or people…
Paxton didn’t really do that.
“I…” His brows furrowed. He shook his head, hiding a bit behind Wolfie. “J-just…paint…”
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 aww Pax! (I say that a lot, lol.) @freedomwriter76
Hunter & company (ha I should start calling them that)
“I…..j-just…..paint….” Paxton stuttered. “N-nothing…….nothing s-s-specific….”
“Oh, like abstract art?” Tech came a bit closer, adjusting his glasses so that they stopped sliding down his nose. “I wouldn’t mind seeing it someday.”
“Yeah, that’s pretty cool.” Wrecker lashed his tail.
“Are you in the art class?” Omega asked. “Hunter is!”
Hunter smiled. “I sure am.”
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@freedomwriter76 @godlyfantasy12
Would you guys mind if I added Anakin to this group? I feel like he would blend well with this notebook story (If that makes sense) XD
(If not that’s fine)
(Also he’ll have no clue what the notebook is but that might make it more funny.)
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-Thorne@godlyfantasy12 My children want socializaaaaation XD
Calvin
Algebra drew to a slow close, giving rise to half-closed eyelids and yawns behind piles of school supplies.
November left at one point for the bathroom, and Calvin couldn’t blame him. The boy seemed to be a bundle of scolionophobic nerves.
The teacher finally nodded assent, and the wooden chairs heaved across the floor as one. It sounded like a herd of elephants trumpeting.
Thorn weaved her way around knees and backpacks, and waited for Calvin to put away his things, pleated skirt twirling back and forth impatiently. “Did you sleep last night, like your mum told you to?”
Calvin stood up and shouldered his backpack, grinning sheepishly. “I -”
Thorn bounced on the balls of her feet for a second, then pounced on him with a hug. She shut her eyes tight, as if she would never let go.
“Morning hug?” Cal whispered.
“Morning hug.” The girl sighed into his shoulder. “Be safe… and that means sleeping too. Okay?”
She was quiet and concerned. Not at all like the ferocious whirlwind in lace and ribbons he had come to know on the field. But still bright. Still Hattie.
Cal’s chin trembled a little. But he gave her a strong hug back. “Okay. Do you want to walk to English together?”
Thorn pulled away and nodded determinedly, her tough, no-nonsense side back. “I looked ahead on the schedule, and we’ll be writing an essay on some old poetry. We can work together during study hall in the library – and grab Marcel on the way.”
“I might doze off amidst those dusty tomes, you know.”
Thorn brightened. “I know.”
They left the classroom, and headed down the hall.
Calvin glanced behind his shoulder. “November doesn’t look too happy.”
“Who’s he?”
“The boy I was sitting next to. Look… his neck and ears are practically on fire.”
“Where his hair isn’t. Let’s walk with him.”
The two slowed down, until they were next to him.
The boy November was indeed burning like a hot coal. Super flustered, he didn’t seem to have any control of his actions – carrying his backpack at a wonky angle, and tripping on his sneakers left and right.
Thorn reached out and stroked his arm, trying to get his attention. “Hi… November? Is everything alright?”
“Everything is a mountain”
November
November jumped at the warm, soft touch against his arm and spun around, face brightening pink at the sight of the pretty girl in front of him.
“I-Ah-“ He blinked, spotting Calvin who waved to him, smiling. “Oh, ah…hi.”
“Hey Ember. This is my friend, Thorn.” the girl smiled, curtsying sweetly.
“H-Hello,” November said shyly, tugging at a curl.
“You look kinda…upset. Something wrong?” Thorn asked.
“Ah…just…” He shook his head. “I-It’s nothing. Did class end?” The two nodded. “O-Oh…that means next is (is it electives or another class I can’t remember lol).”
“You wanna walk with us?” Thorn asked.
November continue to tug at his scalp.
He still needed to use the restroom…but…
He could wait.
“Sure…” He adjusted his backpack, glancing down at his sneakers. He hoped Ara and his other friends classes would be getting out soon…
Maybe he could see them before his next class started.
But…the schedules were sometimes a bit wonky, so that might not happen…
“S-So you two are best friends?”
Thorn smiled, “how did you know that?”
November blanched. He didn’t want to say anything that might make Calvin embarrassed…but…the two seemed to have a similar relationship to…
Well…
His own with Ara.
Except, Calvin may not have harbored the same feelings towards his own best friend as November did…
Plus…if he did…at least Calvin had a shot…
“J-Just…um…no reason,” He said, ducking his head.
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Paxton
Paxton nodded, smiling a bit.
Abstract…
That was a new one…
He’d mostly heard his art called messy or troublesome.
He liked that word.
Abstract.
(@whalekeeper heya! Do u wanna RP as Marcel coming into class?)
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebI’ll be gone until after lunch. Cooking class 😛 WAit for me!
“Everything is a mountain”
I guess I’m more like November than I thought XD
“Everything is a mountain”
@freedomwriter76 @godlyfantasy12
Oh wow, okay, haha there’s more than I thought! Well first, I don’t want to start a new interaction if y’all were planning on moving on to the next class… so what were you guys thinking?
it seems like the 15-16 year olds are moving on to the next class (November, Calvin, Thorn, etc. were moving on) so we could RP for Falon and Riya going to English(?).
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
@smiley Sure! (sorry, I’ve been working hard on the Young Writer’s Challenge this morning 😅)
Riya
“Algebra is not the most exciting subject,” Falon muttered, following the flow of students out the door.
Riya chuckled, “Tell me about it. My brain feels like a pile of mush.”
The two girls made their way down the hall, taking a detour to their lockers to grab a few books.
Riya liked Falon, despite her edginess there was a soft side to the girl that just needed to be cultivated by a genuine friend.
Could she be that friend to Falon?
She’d try, she just needed the girl to let her in.
As they maneuvered their way through the crowded hallway they passed Bucky, Steve, and two guys Riya hadn’t seen before. A dark-haired boy who walked with swagger (the first thing that came to mind to describe Tony XD) and another boy who had light hair with flecks of color on the tips.
They were whispering about something, not taking notice of the two girls.
“Are either of those guys in your, er… I don’t know what to call it. Futuristic home?”
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
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@euodia-vision i’m good with having the 17-18 year olds move onto their next class 🙂
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