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😡 I just can’t with you
Sebzter
“That’s the attitude!” Sebastian snapped a finger, and unleashed the writhing, passionate colors behind his gaze. “But if we embolden this reputation, then we have the upper hand. They will stop expecting the expected, and therefore always expect the unexpected! Which is another paradox!!! Isn’t that awesome?!?”
“Everything is a mountain”
How are all the girls at this school not jealous of Nar?
I read that post, then this one:
Aaand I’m smiling again!! AcK
And all I have to say is:
#Loopybeingsweet #Whaleybeingrelatable
Jr just left Nar and Hugo, fyi, but he will pop in eventually.
"You need French Toast."
aww, that’s not a smile *sad puppy eyes*
Ellie
“…No.”
Ellie looked more confused than ever. Was Sebastian being weird or was she just missing something again?
“I… don’t want any expectations. Or reputation. I, um, I like being invisible.”
That didn’t seem to be what Seb was looking for.
“But…” She leaned thoughtfully to one side and the tiny glitter returned to her eyes. “I’ll help you cause some trouble if you take all the credit.”
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
@rae sweet? That’s surprising to read lol
Thank you, though. You guys make me smile too 😊
“Nothing says autumn like slurpin’ apples.” -my uncle
@whalekeeper @rae okay awesome! I’ll wait till @freed_and_redeemed answers back so I know if she’s ok with me moving Wolfie too
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebOkay, I’ll wait til then to rp I guess, since Nar has no idea how to react…
"You need French Toast."
@rae you can keep going with u and Whaley’s RP! I don’t want u to have to wait lol
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb@godlyfantasy12 I’m fine with whatever
#BeardedSteveRogersIsSuperior
Here is the character I’m adding. I’m not going to rp anymore for the other two… they didn’t do anything. Lol
Navin
He’s quiet, observant, can be a bit impatient at times, he doesn’t like talking a lot or being in large crowds. Once he does become less nervous about socializing, he’s a bit mischievous and funny.
He’s sixteen, around 5’10, has messy dark hair, dark olive skin and green eyes and his outfit is black cargo pants, a white t shirt and a black jacket. He carries around quite a few rocks that have certain magic abilities and a few are weapons that can turn into normal looking stones.
Idk what to rp at the moment…
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
@freed_and_redeemed ok cool! @whalekeeper @rae imma RP then!
Paxton
Math class had gone….okay. It wasn’t Paxton’s favorite, but he was pretty good at it. He had to be.
“Where to next Pax?” Wolfie asked, sticking nearby, a large smile on his face. Pax shrugged. They had a small free period now and…frankly, Paxton had no clue how to spend it.
He thought it would’ve been nice to find Marcel maybe…but he had no idea where the pink-haired boy was, nor where to start looking. Plus….he knew Wolfie and Marcel had a bit of an…uneasy relationship at times. He definitely didn’t want any trouble…
He hoped they’d become fast friends too. Both his best friends-they were his best friends, right?-becoming friends too! That would be nice.
As classes let out, the hallway became more crowded and people surged through the corridors, bumping against the smaller boy. He whimpered and hissed as those much taller and older then he of all different races and species bumped against him. They probably didn’t even see, or notice him.
Fresh bruises stung and he inched closer to Wolfie, gripping the boy’s arm for protection, whimpering as he dug his face into the slightly taller boy’s neck.
His hoodie still covered his face, and the dark bruise on his eye, thankfully, and he didn’t even care as it scraped against Wolfie’s own clothes.
In fact, his clothes were kinda soft and comforting against the throbbing pain of his eye.
Wolfie, realizing the crowds were only getting larger, and his friend was not in a good state, wrapped a protecting arm around him, pulling him closer.
“It’s alright Pax, I got you! Come on,” he gently guided him toward the lockers, keeping to the edge of the hall as the crowds surged.
Paxton whimpered, hugging his friend tight as they slowly maneuvered through.
He hated crowds…stupid crowds…stupid bruises…stupid tiny, frail, weak body…
Tears sprouted in his eyes, stinging as he sniffled.
Idk if maybe Hugo and whoever is with him would want to find Wolfie and Pax??
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSebI have a few charries that could meet him! I’ll probably RP as my character Fynn later today, so they could run into each other if you want. (:
Write what should not be forgotten. — Isabel Allende
Yes please! My character will probably be wandering the halls while avoiding all socialization. I will try to write an rp, though I don’t think much is going to happen in it… lol.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
🙂 You are sweet
Sebzter
“You’ll be invisible, I’ll be untouchable. Brilliant. Any ideas?”
@godlyfantasy12 @rae @freed_and_redeemedEeeyyy here we go 😛
Hugo
Hugo tried to hold in his laughter as he enjoyed Nar’s embarrassment.
Someone bumped into his back. He whirled around with a huge, shark white, mania-dripping leer (as one does).
A boy almost shrieked in fright, his face whitening. He fell backwards onto the floor.
“Oh oh oh, I’m so sorry…” Hugo hid his mouth under his scarf, voice muffled. “Gosh.”
“What did you do?” Nar asked.
“I gave him a heart attack.” Hugo knelt down and tried to help the boy up. He just flinched away, and scooted backward to sit by the wall.
The second boy, a larger one with passionately clenched fists, spat fire. “Why does everyone bully Pax?!? You’re nothing but a stinky bully!”
That was a grievous generalization… but it still stung.
“It was an accident! And Hugo is no bully,” Nar declared.
The two began to argue, raising their voices over the already chaotic noise in the hall. People continued to pass, and made little room for them.
Guilt dampened Hugo. So he sat on the floor nearby, close enough to tell exactly how scared Pax was, but not so close to be creepy.
The way Pax breathed and shook, staring at everything and nothing, told a whole story. A story Hugo was familiar with. The boy had social anxiety, and the sounds of the hall overwhelmed him. His hands and hood shielded his face, but otherwise, he had no way of defending himself from his senses.
Hugo put his chin on his hands. “Imagine every time you breathe, a kitten is born.”
Pax shot a frightened glance. He didn’t understand.
“Breathe.” Hugo almost smiled, but checked himself and hid under his scarf again. “Close your eyes and count your breaths… count the kittens. One… two… three…”
“Everything is a mountain”
Navin
Everytime someone simply glanced at Navin, he’d mutter something under his breath in the context of, “Don’t talk to me.”
Navin was late for class and very lost and asking for directions was terrifying. Maybe it was for the best, since he didn’t desire to go to class anyway.
He assumed there would be an abundance people as there was in the hallways, and he’d accidentally do something stupid in front of them all.
Navin wasn’t sure using magical artifacts was permitted in the school, yet he couldn’t think of another option besides socializing or. He pulled two orange glowing shards out of his pocket and he looked intently at them.
One would tell him how to get to class, while the other one could blow a hole through someone’s head.
The problem? He couldn’t recall which one had what ability. The were both glowing and orange. Trying to figure out which was safe would be a waste of time and so, Navin continued to search the school.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
@whalekeeper AWW I like Hugo! Poor Hugo didn’t even know XD lol Wolfie @rae @freed_and_redeemed
Paxton
Pain…Heart clenching…Breaths erratic…Scrape…Scratch…
He gripped at his hoodie but it was too late, it had slid off his head, revealing his bruised eye, making his heart rate spike higher and his breaths grow more shallow.
There was a stranger kneeling in front of him, a scarf covering his mouth…A mouth full of horrifying, white teeth. His eyes were near as manic as before, expression much softer now as he looked at the tiny, white-haired boy curling up in front of him.
He was saying something, scarf moving as he spoke, but Pax couldn’t make out the words, heart thrumming in his ears. Sound finally reached his brain, fuzzy but enough to make them out.
“Br-eathe…”
Breathe?
Wasn’t that what he was doing?
Paxton thought for a moment, realizing he actually wasn’t really breathing. Not enough for his tiny heart to function properly anyway. The boy’s words grew more clear and crisp as he focused on them
“Close your eyes and count your breaths… count the kittens. One… two… three…”
K-Kittens?
…
He liked kittens…
They were soft…and poofy…
He really liked after they were wet and got dried and looked like giant q-tips!
Not realizing he’d started breathing at a normal pace, Pax let out a tiny giggle at the thought. The boy in front of him smiled; a sweet smile. Affectionate.
“There we go! Kittens never fail.”
Paxton pulled his hands up to his face, allowing only his bright ice blue eyes to be seen-one sporting a very large bruise. The boy tilted his head, smile turning into a frown as he raised a brow.
Also, Wolfie still doesn’t know about Paxton’s eye sooo lol XD Wolfie still over there fighting ROFL
#IfMarcelDiesIRiot
#ProtectMarcel
#ProtectSeb
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