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Chase Duke
“I’m sorry.” She said solemnly, looking like she felt pity for him. Sorry, what for? They’re one of the first boys I’ve not punched yet. Callista chuckled, “I’m just kidding. They’re great. Actually, all of us are going to head to the mall in a few minutes. Do you want to join us?”
Mall? Uh…what was a mall? Chase opened his mouth, shifted his weight onto one leg, and closed his mouth again. Mall, mall. Where had he heard that? What was it? His jaw muscles clenched, and he rubbed his arms as he felt goosebumps form under his sleeves. His lower lip quivered like he was cold. He swallowed, opened his mouth again,
And shut it.
He hung back a little bit, leaning more towards the wall. The memories of the places he had been, of his home, of his neighborhood. His job, and with his job the night his father found out about it, the night he discovered Chase earned an honest living when he wasn’t around just to feed himself. That night when Chase had been left, beaten and broken to die in an alleyway. Chase closed his eyes, remembering the pain, and a shiver ran down his spine. He felt cold, and alone. But Callista was still standing in front of him, he was still in this strange school…school! Oh, his first foster family brought him to a place with many shops in one to get supplies and nicer clothes for school, and they had called that shop a mall. Would he mind going to a mall again? With these people, why not?
“Sh. S-sure.” Chase let out a deep breath at the word, opening his eyes again. He hoped Callista hadn’t guessed the memories that had gone through his mind.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Livia
“Oh, that’s okay,” she giggled as Xandro played with a lock of her hair. “Callista seems really nice.” Suddenly Xandro pulled on her hair a little too hard and she winced in pain. “Xandro,” she hissed, “Hair is for looking, not for touching.” She heard Fynn laugh from beside her.
“Are you going to be allowed to keep him in the school?”
“I don’t know,” Liv shrugged, “but I’m not sure where else to keep him.”
“What are you going to do when he….um….has to use the bathroom?” Fynn grinned.
“I really don’t know,” Liv said again and sighed. “Xandro, you’re going to have to tell me when you need to go outside,” she looked at him. “Because I don’t want to clean up any messes.” She looked back at Fynn. “So what’s this dance everyone’s talking about? I don’t have anyone to go with. Am I even allowed to go, since I’m new?”
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
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Derik
He knew what he had to do. He was being too reserved.
“It’s nice to meet you, I’m Jade and this is-”
“Michael,” the tall, dark boy said quickly.
Derik took a deep breath, stuck out his hand, cleared his throat, and said, “Nice to meet you. As has been established, I’m Derik.” That felt good. He had traction. His nerves quieted. “We’re new here, straight from Austin. Where are y’all from?”
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@loopylin @whalekeeper @keilah-h
Let’s get this ping-pong ball bouncing
Calligripho
Calligripho didn’t know what to think. So he followed his instincts.
His instincts were never spot-on, and they always made him look silly, but it gave him something to do in a pinch.
Calligripho lunged, yelling as well as he could after running all morning. He planted his jar firmly on the sleeve of Bags’ jacket, where the wiggling bulge was. Bags still kicked, trying to free The Cat who was still clinging to his leg and yowling. Inky slid his arm into Bags’ sleeve, felt around, and pulled out The Rat by the tail. Inky then swiftly dropped the large, self-important rodent into his jar and screwed the lid shut.
He showed the jar to The Cat, who, after a moment, calmed down enough to unlatch herself from Bags’ leg. She then proceeded to lick her paw serenely as if nothing had happened.
Bags got to his feet, and Spice immediately began checking him for injuries, amid Bags’ protests.
The Manager stopped pulling out his hair. He must not have pulled out much at all, because there was no hair on the floor.
Dante relaxed. “Didn’t know what to think there for a second. Glad you did something.” Then he muttered something Inky couldn’t hear.
Manly pointed at the jar once all the chaos had subsided. “Might want to give him some air.”
The Rat was pounding the jar, pointing to his mouth. Inky, embarrassed that he had forgotten such a crucial step to The Rat’s survival, loosened the jar. Then he demanded, “What’s that ring around your neck?”
The Rat’s mouth moved, but no sound left the jar. Inky loosened it more, and asked again. Again, The Rat’s voice could not be heard. Calligripho sighed and loosened the jar some more. “Why do you have that ring?”
The Rat didn’t answer. He jumped for all he was worth (which was not much, but it was enough to do the job). His paws shoved hard against the lid, and flipped it off. Before Calligripho could cover the jar, The Rat was out.
“Cat’s out of the bag,” commented Yeamano.
The Cat snarled. “I find that offensive.”
The Rat didn’t go far though. He stopped twelve feet away and turned around. Everyone moved in slowly, watching him closely. The Rat backed up.
“Stop!” warned Manly. “If we stay still, he does.”
It was a very quiet, very slow, very still game of chicken.
The Rat stood up on his hind legs. “You fools! You imbeciles! No wonder Lady Fortuna escaped your grasp! I have a stone that is more powerful than your wild imaginings!”
Spice snorted. “I seriously doubt that.”
The Rat considered that. “Eh, you’re probably right. That healing stone is pretty powerful. But that’s beside the point. Now, this gem set in the ring is a capturing stone. I can trap any pixie in it, and release it when I wish.”
Bags dug in his pocket. “How much do you want for it? I have cheese.”
“Cheese? Did you say– but no, I’m not selling it. I am going to use it to get my revenge!”
“Revenge for what?” Manly asked.
“Oh, I don’t know. I’ll burn that bridge when I come to it. Now, stop distracting me!” He cleared his throat. “Now, look at The Manager. Monsieur Jean-Marc, what do you call this place?”
The Manager fidgeted. “Uh, this fine establishment?”
Everyone gasped.
The Rat waved his ring in triumph. “Ladies and gentlemen, I give you, Styx! He cannot do the accent!” The Rat waved his ring some more, rubbed it, breathed on it, and rubbed it again. Styx, in the guise of the Manager, warped, pulled towards the ring, while screaming in his tinkling voice. In a moment he was gone, sucked into the ring’s stone, which now glowed a piercing light blue. The Rat cackled with glee. “Nothing can stop me now!” And he turned to run off.
“Famouse last words,” said a familiar voice. A jar slammed down around The Rat, trapping him yet again. Narana’s gift had struck again.
“Where did you come from?” Manly asked in astonishment.
“Have you forgotten? My gift is not being noticed. I was here the whole time. No one noticed me, not even The Rat.” Nana poked a hole in the lid of the jar so The Rat would have some air without having to having to have the jar loosened.
Manly’s eyes shone. “I’m glad your on my side.”
Dante interrupted. “Not to cut off the mushy stuff, but what now?”
The real manager walked up. “Vell, now zat zat rrrat has bean caut, you are all very welcome to brohuse ze store! Congratulations on findeeng eet! I am so ‘appy. Pleaze, pleaze, goo, we have many wohndervul sings ‘ere at zis mall. Bon shanse!”
Manly took Nana’s arm, and they walked off in the direction of an instrument store run by a man with a poofy cravate and a poofier wig.
Calligripho looked at Dante. “Your call.”
Spice immediately went back to her business. But, thankfully for Bags, she forgot all about the mouse-suit. Bags leaned in close to one of the dragon kids. “Hey, can you help me get out of here?”
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That should be enough to get all y’all busy.
Ohhh, lol. I think we’ve actually seen one of those before! I think it was called My Stick and it was about Yoda and his stick. 😂
yessss, that’s a good one too!
I rolled the log over and underneath was a tiny little stick and I was like, "That log had a child
@esther-c oh that one was so funny lol
The Seagulls, Stop it Now one created an inside joke in my house….Now “Seagull” is what we call a political radical lol
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
@calyhuge lol
Hunter
“Hey, can you help me get out of here?” asked the creature who had previously been on the floor.
“Sure.” Hunter spread his wings and flapped them once. “How heavy are you? I might be able to fly us out of here if you want.”
(how big is Bags again? is he human or something else?)
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
lol thanks I was a bit stuck. That rp was awesome.
Dante
Dante watched Manly and Nana leave with a frown, a bit disappointed he was not able to torment Styx a little as revenge while he was stuck in the stone.
Calligripho looked at Dante. “Your call.”
He shrugged. “I’m broke.” He looked up in time to see a miniature dragon seemingly made of clockwork fly overhead and swoop down into a shop that was filled with many other clockwork devices, ticking and moving about mechanically.
“And,” he continued, “As amazing as this place is, I think I’d rather return to the crowds outside.”@everyone Anyone have a charrie that would be a good dance teacher? Maybe everyone who’s done shopping can head back to the school and do some dance practice if you want? Or we can wait a bit. Even if there’s no teacher, the students can teach each other.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Ack! I didn’t get notified for any of these posts. 😭 I’mma try to catch up on it all now.
@smiley @euodia-vision @freedomwriter76 @calyhuge (all the same group, right?)Ami
“We’re new here, straight from Austin,” one of the boys—Derek?—said. “Where are y’all from?”
“I’m from Aletheia. The District of Daemarrel to be exact. Well…” she tucked a strand of blonde hair behind her ear, “not quite anymore.” The truth was, they had been staying at the THQ for the past month or so. It was the only safe and affordable option right now.
Callista
Callista smiled softly and waited for Chase’s answer. He seemed really nervous, so Callie made sure she stayed patient with him. Something flashed on his face… almost as if he was remembering something painful, before finally looking up again and saying, “Sh. S-sure.”
“Wonderful! We can just wait for Fynn and Livia to come back and then we can head out.” Before things fell into an awkward silence, Callista continued the conversation, “So, have you ever been to a boarding school-ish thing like this before?”
Fynn
“So what’s this dance everyone’s talking about?” Livia asked. “I don’t have anyone to go with. Am I even allowed to go, since I’m new?”
“Oh yeah, of course you can! We’re having a school-wide dance a few days from now. So everyone’s been going shopping for their suits and dresses and stuff. And don’t worry about having someone to go with. A lot of people are just going with friends.” Then an idea hit him and smirk grew on his face. “I do have a friend who isn’t going with anybody…”
This is Fynn just being a fantastic friend to Lukas. XD
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Ok, awesome! We could just have them run into each other at one of the stores or something. Whatever you wanna do.
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Chase Duke
“Wonderful! We can just wait for Fynn and Livia to come back and then we can head out.” Before things fell into an awkward silence, Callista spoke again, “So, have you ever been to a boarding school-ish thing like this before?”
Chase couldn’t help himself from beginning to rub his arms again.
“Uh, no. I-I’ve always been schooled at home or bouncing between hom-” Chase stopped, did he really want to tell her he was a foster child? “I-I mean nor-normal schools. I-I never ended up in a class where something didn’t go wrong.” An awkward silence was about to fall when Chase caught himself. He could keep talking, right? “Uh…” He searched for anything to talk about, anything to break his long habit of being socially awkward. “I…personally like green.” He rushed through the last part of that sentence. He stopped, blinked and realized that really didn’t sound right. “I-I’m sorry, I-I haven’t had a good conversation with someone for probably tw-two years. What am I supposed to say?”
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)Fynn’s so funny XD
Liv“I do have a friend who isn’t going with anybody,” Fynn smiled deviously.
Liv looked at him sideways. “Who is this friend?” she paused. “I might consider it, but only if Xandro approves. And it’s pretty hard to impress Xandro.” Xandro nodded his head and Livia kissed his muzzle.
Lukas&Livia
#Lalbert
Sef&Chase
#HOTTOLINE
LEFSE FOREVER!!!!!! <333@esther-c ok!! You’ll have to start it though cause I’m bad at that kind of thing.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Callista
“I…personally like green.” Chase suddenly said after a slight lull in the conversation. He paused for a moment, then said, “I-I’m sorry, I-I haven’t had a good conversation with someone for probably tw-two years. What am I supposed to say?”
Callie smiled and shrugged. “Well, I guess whatever you want to say. I’ve never really thought about it before. But I understand. It’s hard to carry on a conversation with someone. I’ve learned from my father though. He’s… quite the diplomat, I guess.” She shrugged with one shoulder.
Fynn
“Who is this friend?” Livia asked. She paused. “I might consider it, but only if Xandro approves. And it’s pretty hard to impress Xandro.”
Xandro seemed to nod his head and Livia gave him a kiss on his muzzle.
Fynn blinked. “Wait, did your horse just nod its head?”
Livia chuckled. “Yeah, he did. He understands human speech.”
“Wow, that’s cool,” Fynn murmured, then shrugged. “Anyway, about this friend of mine. He’s really cool. He’s an artist in fact. And a photographer. He’s really kind and probably a lot less crazy than me. I’m the one who drags him into trouble. He’d stay out of it if he got the choice. But me being a great friend doesn’t really give him a choice.” Fynn grinned. “Apologies, I digress.” He chuckled. “But I can introduce you to him if you want. He’s tagging along with us to the mall.”
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
I’m not the best at it either, lol. XD
Before I write it, is the character fully human or half-dragon?
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
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