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Hey, don’t worry abou’ it! I thought Riker thought Jr meant by saying he’s nineteen that he knew his class, just maybe not how to get there. Or Riker was too disturbed about the knives to notice. Problem solved!
I totally understand.
Jr
Jr stopped himself from facepalming. He never was known as the most considerate of people’s feelings, since he simply held inside his true emotions and could not get why other people couldn’t too.
“No, I don’t go to school. Except the school of expierance. And believe me, I know how to get into one those intense classes very well, especially the life–” he stopped himself from saying “life threatening ones”. “Um…life saving ones.” He smiled an apologetic smile. Jr then groaned, wiping the smile from his face and rolling his eyes.
“I’m sorry, I’m really, really bad at acting social. I’m honestly the warrior type, the fight now, talk later type. And the type who gives everyone a death glare…and plays with knives.” Jr sighed, absent mindedly pulling out a knife and beginning to toss it around in his fingers, sometimes even spinning it. He closed his eyes, seemingly thinking about something that bothered, even pained, him. Suddenly, his red eyes opened, and he flipped the knife blade-down and pushed it into its sheath on his hip with a snap. Froze. Then pulled it out again. He balanced it on his finger in front of his face. “This knife is slightly off balance.” With that, he once again flipped it in his fingers and slipped it in his sheath. Letting out a breath, Jr deepened his voice slightly and inquired,
“Does your sister happen to be a rash little nurse who thinks no one can do wrong?”
I’m sorry, Jr just got into his little galaxy again. Half the time, he’s trying to act social like his sister, and the rest, he’s just Jr.
I do have a reference pic for Jr’s apologetic smile. Some of his expressions actually from animated characters from my fav DreamWorks movies/TV shows.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@anyone
I’ve been pretty busy, so I haven’t really been on this RP for a while. What’s going on? I know we’ve moved on to the next day, but other than that, idk. Where should my characters go?
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📚 Appreciator of BooksMorning classes are starting right now. No one has actually said what the subjects are yet, so I guess it can be anything you want. It also seems we kinda skipped breakfast.
We don’t use the old schedule anymore because it was too hard for everyone to follow, so you can have you characters do pretty much whatever you want. I personally need some kind of structure, so I think I’m going to have my characters loosely follow the old schedule. Which means they’re going to math class right now.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
@freed_and_redeemed @esther-c @whalekeeper @godlyfantasy12 @jonas @rae @allthepeeps
I have an idea. :]
So I was looking through old stuff a bit ago and I saw that some characters had chosen journalism as an elective. Sooo what if we had a little school newspaper and a newspaper club?
There are plenty of crazy things that happen at this school, so plenty of things to write articles about. It would be a ton of fun to write articles in our characters’ voices, have them going around and questioning other characters, write other characters’ reactions to reading the newspaper, and maybe even cause some drama between the more nosy characters and the more private characters.
I think Eddie and Ellie would really enjoy this and be good at it.
And maybe even one or two artsy characters could do a comic strip for the newspaper!
Is this a good idea or am I being a bit crazy? Are any of y’all interested?
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Chase
Finished with his wolf, he moved on to another person, beginning in the same way he did with the boy beside him and sketching more and more. Finally he drew three pairs of wings. Then, he drew a fanged snake with large spikes, curling up behind, mouth open and hissing. To top it off, he drew smoke up around the edges of the page and curling below the feet of Marcel, and winding around the form of the snake. Signing it, he stowed it away in his pocket.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@whalekeeper @freed_and_redeemed HEYOOO! about to head to bed BUT gonna RP before that! BTW Freedom, what class do u wanna attend? Maybe one where some others are?
Paxton
Paxton smiled as Wolfie went on, talking about his brothers, and painting.
“Do you still like to paint and sketch?”
Paxton nodded. He indeed did, though he was finding less and less time to do so…Often he’d have to resort to random bursts of inspiration, taking whatever time he could find to let his artist side loose.
He’d scribble and paint on walls and or scraps of silk or whatever was nearby, using anything that could smear or stain. His favorite pastime had always been marking his own arms and skin with paint and ink or any substance that was nearby-though he’d quickly distinguished substances that were harmful against those that weren’t…
But even that he’d found he had less and less time to do…
And it was nearly impossible to do now without getting caught…
His mother and brothers seemed to be watching him even more closely now…And since he was starting back school…and had made…well…a rather unsettling agreement in order to attend school again…his family seemed to be watching him closer then ever before…
“Hey, you alright?”
Paxton blinked, snapping back to attention. He must’ve gotten lost in thought for a moment. He nodded, forcing a small smile. Wolfie raised a brow, seeming not quite convinced, but he shrugged.
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebGood with me!
Btw, me, my brother and mum use noise-canceling earplugs too. They only cancel a layer of the noise so you can still hear what’s going on, but they do wonders for anxiety. I’ve also used – weirdly – rose tinted glasses. I only used them a couple times, but it’s the same concept – they cancel out a layer of visual.
@rae @godlyfantasy12 @whoeverBen
When the boy looked back at him suspiciously, Ben pulled on a red cap over his hair so it stuck out in tufts along his neck, milk-colored eyes glowing. “I know those wings! That’s my brother. Where is he?”
But the boy didn’t answer before it was too late. Ben itched so hard to shapeshift, it was as if he had an extra loose layer of skin, tickling his back and neck. Finally he couldn’t take it any longer. He stood up, thrust his hand out for a pass, and bolted for the hall.
Before he reached the bathroom, the boy melted into a white capybara.
Then a white possum.
Then a white fox.
Orange speckled his four – no, six – huge ears. He burrowed his nose out of the jacket and pattered into the bathroom, dragging his clothes along like a royal cape.
Inside a stall, he lay down on his clothes and tapped paws absently while he thought.
School wasn’t the real goal – after all, shapeshifters never got jobs. He wanted to find his brother and sister. That was why he was here! And if he couldn’t see them today, today was a catastrophic failure.
I may be a mature earthling now, but…
But he missed being little. Missed snuggling under Babs’ chin like a ferret scarf, or listening to Marcel’s heartbeat in the middle of the night.
Curses hurt. But when he was cursed, his mind had been simple and carefree. Only his older brother knew what that felt like. Now his body was grown, his heart stronger, and emotions were a lot more complicated.
Maybe that was why he secretly joined the school. It was still horrible to be alone, either little or big.
Ten minutes later, human Ben stepped back into the class, waved at the laughing kids, and sat down.
“Everything is a mountain”
Did you post something? It says you did, but your profile doesn’t have it, neither can I view it on here.
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@rae ugh, Wyoh keeps doing this to me 💀
I posted that I was good with a newspaper and I was asking everyone what classes everyone was going to so I could decide where to put Wolfgang and Paxton
#BeardedSteveRogersIsSuperior
Chase
Chase gave his returned companion a long stare, before opening up his desk and taking out another piece of blank paper. Before drawing again though, he tried to erase the graphite smudged on the white bandage around his finger. Then he began sketching out Marcel again, but this time sleeping in his bed at their dorm. He sloped it to the other boy, and whispered.
“L-last time I…” His mouth struggled to form the next word. “Saw Marcel.” He tapped the drawing with his pencil
"You need French Toast."
#AnduthForever (hopefully 💕)@ummmyouguys
Yay! I’m glad people like my newspaper idea. I’m thinking of having the first club meeting in the afternoon at some point. Any ideas for the name of the newspaper?
I think Eddie and Ellie are going to math class, but that might change if no one else goes with them.
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
Yessss, awesome idea!! love it 😎 And it will always give our charries something to do if the RP slows for a little bit. XD
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
I am working on Ben’s voice because I’ve never written his POV, so please give me grace XD I’m testing this and that. The problem is, for he first book, he is literally nine years old in physical age and was way more gentle and fragile, so I’m trying to decide how much of that should carry forward ;P
Ben
“But I just came from…” Ben checked himself and drooped his eyelids disinterestedly, putting his feet up on the desk. “Not that it really matters. Thanks anyhow. I -”
“Master Ben?”
The teacher and the whole class looked at him questioningly.
Ben pricked up rabbit ears with shock, his hat falling off. “Equal to the thermal energy of a boiled egg!”
“That is…potentially correct.” The teacher blinked. “Thank you for the insight.”
Yes, the shifter mouthed. He quickly tucked the ears through the strap on the back of the cap.
Master Duke was not as impressed. He shuffled in his seat and continued drawing – but kept one eye on Ben’s head.
“Is there anything fun to do here?” The fuzzy-headed boy asked. He had a surprisingly weak voice for his excited body language.
“Everything is a mountain”
I think his fragility will wax and wane XD Right now he’s strong.
I have no idea if any of my characters would like to write, but maybe they’ll chip in 😀
“Everything is a mountain”
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