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Yup, he sure does.
Rory
Rory clapped his hand over his ear, startled by the sound of voices. He realized he was still wearing an ear piece and breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment he thought he’d literally lost it.
“Look, Anole can’t spot Skink.”
“What?” exclaimed Leo.
Rory jumped and turned toward him.
“There might be a mess.”
“Leo! What’s going on!” Rory cried. “Is she alright?” Please let her be alright!
Rory knew he could never live with himself if one more innocent person died.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Marcel
Marcel watched Leo and Rory focus on their ear pieces. As they became more distracted, he sat upright. His shoulders spasmed erratically. “I can punch one more guy. No p-prob.”
“Everything is a mountain”
Alpha
“I’ll try clearing the channel, but it may take a minute, and…” Alpha watched Silvia’s reaction to the body on the floor.
“I-I’m sorry, Silvia. I wasn’t thinking, I allowed my warrior side to take control.” Alpha shook, and the hand that held his shirt against his wound tightened its grip. “This shouldn’t have happened. Here, let us get out of sight of this man.” He gently nudged her, leading her around the corner and out of sight from the scene. “You keep trying to contact your brother, I’ll call the law enforcement.” Alpha leaned against the wall as he called the police, telling them the name of the school, the hallway where it happened, the murder weapon, and his name as the murderer, Alpha Grath. He didn’t bother saying why he had killed the man, nor did he say good bye, he simply hung up after the bare details he had given.
“Have you…reached your brother yet?” His breath rasped as he spoke. He closed his eyes. He almost wanted to pass out right where he was and wake up lying under warm sheets with his adoptive mother hovering over him, his little baby sister, Nae, tugging on the corner of the blankets. Yes, it was slightly unwarrior-like, but that was what made it so beautiful to Alpha in that moment.
"You need French Toast."
Maverick
Maverick gave Lois a wave goodbye then focused on Felicity as she spoke.
“Oh, that’s alright. Well, I’m in theater and am learning some weird Earth language called Australian… No, not really. It was French.”
He paused, giving the floor a concerned frown before finally looking at Felicity again with a smile.
“There’s quite a few others, of course. Then my brother, he’s taking a class for journalism and both of us are in chemistry and… What about you?”
Jonathan
Jonathan snorted with laughter. “Help! There’s an elderly child chasing me!”
That seemed fitting, since the boy coming after him was around eighteen or nineteen.
“I just don’t want to be left alone!” he yelled.
Jonathan abruptly halted, turning to face him. Somehow his grin faded into a dark scowl that he usually had difficulty wearing on demand. “I’m sorry I hugged you, but I’m not your friend!”
Despite the fact he was serious, Jonathan couldn’t help but smile once more and laugh at himself again while telling the kid to go away.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
Hey hot choc- I mean Elizabeth, what is going on in your RP right now? I’m kinda scared of that one kid who won’t stop smiling… (also do you think I could call you Hot chocolate as a nickname because of are first encounter? sorry weird question…😅) anyway I am scared…………
You will be put in jail one day!
Spookay month!
Lennon
“I know you’re not my friend. They’re all gone, never to be seen again!” Lennon announced, dramatically falling backwards. He hit his wrist on a stabby thing. Ouch.
As he layed there, Lennon why the guy smiled all the time. Did his father definitely named Bob not allow it and now Smiley feels he must smile at all times?
Lennon nodded in agreement with that thought. That must be it.
“The glass is neither half empty nor half full. It’s simply larger than it needs to be.” -Grac
“Oh, that’s alright. Well, I’m in theater and am learning some weird Earth language called Australian… No, not really. It was French.”
PFFFT This is too funny.
The half-French protagonist of my latest WIP and her Australian husband would probably take offense to this if they were here. LOL.
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
Is there anyone in the halls of the school right now that can be interacted with?
I go by many names, Andrew, Andy, Mandrew, but you may call me... BATMAN!!!
There is Astro, my charrie, but we already of a couple RPS going on! (lol we have 2 but still) I don’t know if there is anyone else. :/
Spookay month!
Leo
His brain whirled to the faint echo of gears. He sucked in a breath. There would be time to panic later. He looked over at at Rory and Marcel. Rory seemed anxious in a falling apart at the seams kinda way, and Marcel- well, at least he didn’t look like he’d just met a generator head on.
“She’s alright, she said she’s alright. But, there’s some kind of mess that, well, isn’t pretty.” Hopefully that mess didn’t have anything to do with her last lab. Memories of disintegrating metal and smoke flashed by. Leo ran his fingers through Quincy’s short hair. “I need to get to Silvia.”
Which shouldn’t be much of a problem. There was still a backpack lying half forgotten by the door. Yet-
He looked down at wide brown eyes. A slow smile quirked up the corner of his mouth. He tapped his com unit to let Silvia know he was coming, then ruffled Quincy’s hair.
“Hey Monkey, you wanna ride in my backpack?”
The little boy grinned.
Silvia
She sighed with relief as the double Click Tap came over her earpiece. Leo was coming. Everything would be okay.
If that was even possible. She swallowed and balanced against the wall, snatches of Alpha’s phone call filtering through the haze of information.
She squeezed her eyes shut, shuddering at the stickiness of damp fabric. Focus Silvia. Don’t think about it. Don’t freeze. Focus.
She tightened her hold on her backpack. Soon this would all be over and a distant nightmare. Think of light fluffy blankets and warm cider…the galaxy spread out above and around you….deep velvet night… chocolate…
Her blouse still stuck. Her mind still repeated images from the fight over and over. But it was all getting darker, and lighter, splotched with ink. Her feet dragged the hallway floor.
Silvia caught herself on the wall, blinking furiously. Focus, Silvia. Focus.
She blinked at Alpha and shuddered, forcing her voice to work. “Leo’s coming. He’s in the bummer. Uh, the basement.”
And then, just because it seemed to make sense, and because Leo needed to know she wasn’t alone, she squeezed her fist and said, “Thanks. You look like you need a doctor.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkHello. So, I have a character, Maverick talking to someone while his brother Navin is running down a hallway. You could have your character meet Navin if you want. He’s 16, socially awkward and is, as mentioned, running (away from Maverick). Then there’s also Jonathan, the scary smiling kid… he’s uh, about to become friends with Lennon I guess? Idk how that’s gonna go. XD.
also do you think I could call you Hot chocolate as a nickname because of are first encounter?
Well, I usually go by Beth or Elizabeth on here so I will be utterly confused tbh. Sorry, lol.
You will be put in jail one day!
No, put my cat Willow in jail. She attacks feet for no reason. She is a feline who despises socks, hates new shoes and is out to defeat the feet of all her enemies (or friends, it doesn’t actually matter). This is why she should go to jail.
The half-French protagonist of my latest WIP and her Australian husband would probably take offense to this if they were here. LOL.
LOL! That is really funny.
"Great winds of a derecho, you're a scary bird!"
@beth-torres thanks, I found it so funny that you picked those exact countries when I’m over here writing characters from them. Complete coincidence. XD
Where'd I get ya this time? The liver? The kidney? I'm runnin' outta places to put holes in ya.
I get so excited when i see you’ve rped.
Alpha
“Thanks. You look like you need a doctor.”
Alpha looked down at her and smiled slightly. “I’m not in too rough of shape.” Alpha ran his right hand over his left side, his face going grave as he felt the ‘crackling’ sensation under his fingers. “The worst of it is the punctured lung, but that’ll heal within the next few days. I would ask your brother for a change of clothes if you haven’t already.” A dizzy feeling swept over Alpha, causing him to sit down with his back to the wall before he fell. “So… what are your hobbies?” Alpha asked, trying to keep the girls’ mind off of everything.
"You need French Toast."
WHAT! I never got an email about your post!! I’m freaking out!
Rory
Leo was obviously getting ready to do something, Rory could see it in the way his muscles tightened and his eyes narrowed slightly. This didn’t look good. The older boy trailed his fingers through Quincy’s short hair. “I need to get to Silvia.”
Rory glanced over at Marcel. The boy didn’t look like he was in much of a position to do any fighting. He looked back at Leo and saw a slow smile quirked up the corner of his mouth. He ruffled Quincy’s hair. “Hey Monkey, you wanna ride in my backpack?”
The little boy grinned.
Rory narrowed his eyes. “How is he going to fit in a backpack? He’s not that small.” Before Leo could reply, Rory continued. “What do you plan to do? Does Marcel need someone to guard him, or is this room safe? If he’s safe, I’m coming with you.”
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Well, I usually go by Beth or Elizabeth on here so I will be utterly confused tbh. Sorry, lol.
Eh, ist fine!
No, put my cat Willow in jail. She attacks feet for no reason. She is a feline who despises socks, hates new shoes and is out to defeat the feet of all her enemies (or friends, it doesn’t actually matter). This is why she should go to jail.
My cat does the exact same thing!
Spookay month!
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