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Roleplay 6- Flashbacks
((Agent six, this is Your roleplay))
((Awww, Dan. I love you so much. I think the starting over idea is excellent. And as much as I hate to admit it, Matt was right. We should probably just say screw it to the canon characters and make this our FAYZ. Mwahahahaha!I suppose I'll use my character from the other RP site.))
((I suppose I'll change around my character without editing the profile, lol. I can't help it really, whenever I make a character she usually ends up changing.))
((I believe this is a good idea, my friends. But what to do about characters? I is a bit confused :[))
((It's our own FAYZ. Like...let's say that there was no GONE series and some awesome person came up with the miraculous idea for the FAYZ plot. :P ...Right?))
((Hmm... I shall wait for that to be confirmed before I say something that may cause me to look dumb... hehehe))
((*Rose walks into elevator with a bucket of potatoes*))
((wierd, but you can use characters from RP 1- 4, or from RP 5, but let's just screw the canons, and do our own!))
((Haha, I bet those are Maine potatoes! And I don't want to make a new person anyways, can I keep Penelope and Paul?))
((I'mma keep Roya, though change her up a bit.))
((I'll probably change mine around a bit make up a better past maybe a scaryish one))
((I've considered moving Paulie to a book I'm going to write... but I haven't decided quite so soon. He's just so cute and so real to me!))
(( koolies, I'm in! And Dan, how is this Six's roleplay? It goes against her morals ;]May use Johnny,Maxtt or a whole new guy....))
((it's roleplay number six, matt... And good to see ya back!))
((I like the starting over idea... Hm, which characters to use...))
((Now I'm thinking maybe I should just come up with a new character and put away Penelope and Paulie for future use... *writes them down in my little black book* -I really do have a little black book used for ideas...))
(( i might make a new character. though it would be tora's brother sora XD There are so many desicions and starting over is a good idea))
It started out like any other day for 14 year old Roya Wood.
Woke up at six am sharp, showered for a good, full twenty minutes, letting her mind slowly un-fog from her slumber. Roya, always naturally had a hard time waking up in the morning since she was such a deep sleeper, showers were her way of starting off the day.
After dressing, applying a bit of mascara, a thin layer of eyeliner to her eyes, causing them to pop out even a more startling gray than usual, and a swipe of chapstick, she bounded the stairs with her old, ratty backpack and down into their small, connected kitchen/livingroom where her father sat at a worn plastic table that served as their eating area, sipping black coffee with his nose buried into the latest Stephen King novel, Under the Dome*.
"Morning." Roya said, shuffling over to the refrigerator, grabbing out a carton of milk, then a bowl, spoon, and a half-empty box of fruity pebbles, she joined her dad at the table.
"Morning sweetie. Sleep well?" He asked, briefly looking up from his book to smile.
"Yep." No. More nightmares, as usual. Roya studied her father as his attention turned back to his novel, she had inherited his wavy, rich black hair, the sharp nose, and ivory skin. His eyes, however, were more of a deep, solid green. Her eyes, an odd, stormy gray color, were supposedly from her mom.
Roya hated her eyes. Everytime she looked in the mirror, she wished her eyes weren't the way they were. Almond shaped, and gray. Like her mother's. Like Marie. Why couldn't they be green and round? The way they should be.
Roya looked down to her cereal and shoveled a few spoonfuls of cereals into her mouth, chewing slowly, then swallowing once everything was mush.
Minutes must of past, even after she finished her cereal Roya had continued to sit there, taking her time to slurp the fruity milk. Abruptly, her father stood, dog-earring his book and setting it aside, before dumping out his coffee in the kitchen sink and taking a couple steps to kiss Roya on the top of her head.
"I'll be home from work around six. You'll be okay until then?" He asked, stuffing his car keys and duct-taped wallet (That Roya had made herself when she was nine.) into his pocket, already headed towards the door.
Roya stood as well, putting her dishes in the sink and heading the opposite way, up the stairs.
"Course." She smiled, "Have fun at work."
He snorted, "Right. Love you, kiddo."
Then Roya was left in silence, and with that she returned to her cramped bathroom to brush her teeth, then headed off to school, grabbing her backpack she had dropped in the hallway along the way.
((*Couldn't help myself. :P))
Woke up at six am sharp, showered for a good, full twenty minutes, letting her mind slowly un-fog from her slumber. Roya, always naturally had a hard time waking up in the morning since she was such a deep sleeper, showers were her way of starting off the day.
After dressing, applying a bit of mascara, a thin layer of eyeliner to her eyes, causing them to pop out even a more startling gray than usual, and a swipe of chapstick, she bounded the stairs with her old, ratty backpack and down into their small, connected kitchen/livingroom where her father sat at a worn plastic table that served as their eating area, sipping black coffee with his nose buried into the latest Stephen King novel, Under the Dome*.
"Morning." Roya said, shuffling over to the refrigerator, grabbing out a carton of milk, then a bowl, spoon, and a half-empty box of fruity pebbles, she joined her dad at the table.
"Morning sweetie. Sleep well?" He asked, briefly looking up from his book to smile.
"Yep." No. More nightmares, as usual. Roya studied her father as his attention turned back to his novel, she had inherited his wavy, rich black hair, the sharp nose, and ivory skin. His eyes, however, were more of a deep, solid green. Her eyes, an odd, stormy gray color, were supposedly from her mom.
Roya hated her eyes. Everytime she looked in the mirror, she wished her eyes weren't the way they were. Almond shaped, and gray. Like her mother's. Like Marie. Why couldn't they be green and round? The way they should be.
Roya looked down to her cereal and shoveled a few spoonfuls of cereals into her mouth, chewing slowly, then swallowing once everything was mush.
Minutes must of past, even after she finished her cereal Roya had continued to sit there, taking her time to slurp the fruity milk. Abruptly, her father stood, dog-earring his book and setting it aside, before dumping out his coffee in the kitchen sink and taking a couple steps to kiss Roya on the top of her head.
"I'll be home from work around six. You'll be okay until then?" He asked, stuffing his car keys and duct-taped wallet (That Roya had made herself when she was nine.) into his pocket, already headed towards the door.
Roya stood as well, putting her dishes in the sink and heading the opposite way, up the stairs.
"Course." She smiled, "Have fun at work."
He snorted, "Right. Love you, kiddo."
Then Roya was left in silence, and with that she returned to her cramped bathroom to brush her teeth, then headed off to school, grabbing her backpack she had dropped in the hallway along the way.
((*Couldn't help myself. :P))
Nola Hollow blearily opened one midnight colored eyes at the angry sound of her alarm clock. Annoyed she slammed her hand onto the alarm, turning it off. She laid in bed for a few minutes before dragging herself raggedly out of bed, cursing under her breath, as she did every school morning. Nola was NOT a morning person. The first thing shuffle over to her dresser, pulling out underclothes, a thick, dark gray long sleeve shirt and her favorite pair of ragged jeans. Quickly Nola tugged them on. Finishing, she did peer at the mirror above her dresser.
The girl that looked back of her was short and ragged looking. Her face was pale, with large black eyes, shadowed by purple circles. Around her head was a knotted main of black hair, which fell down her back and into her face, tangled from last night's shower.
Nola wasn't bothered by her wild appearance in the least. Half heartily she grabbed a brush and roughly combed out the worst of the tangles before stopping, not really caring, as she knew they'd be back before long. Instead she slipped near silently across the hall, and into bathroom.
Quickly she went through her morning routine, finishing by carefully brushing her teeth. She may not care about her appearance aesthetically wise, but Nola was adamant about good hygiene. She supposed it was something she's gained from her mother, who was doctor, and all about order and cleanliness.
Nola's mother was not their that morning, though it wasn't unusual. In fact it was very common. Dr. Hollow worked long shifts up at the Santa Barbra hospital, and hour away. She came home late and left early. Nola was use to it, in fact she preferred it to having her and her mother around. The teen and her mother didn't exactly get along....
Sighing Nola grabbed her backpack, slung it onto her back, and walked downstairs. It wasn't raining that day, so Nola knew she'd ride her bike. Ten minutes and one muffin later, Nola was gliding stoically off to school, not having voiced more than a sigh all morning.
Roya stepped outside, her backpack slung half over her shoulder as she leaned far over towards the dead bolt lock, fumbling for her collarbone where the house key dangled on a thin, silver chain. After Roya had locked the door, she turned and straightened, making her way onto the cracked and weeded sidewalk.
The air smelled of fresh snowy dew, a light drizzle fell from the overcast of angry gray clouds to match Roya's own eyes. It was a bitter morning, kinda chilly, and she could almost feel her nose pinkening from the slight nip of cold that lingered around her.
Roya's neighborhood wasn't the best, nor was it the worst. Little apartments and old, but houses worth sentiment, were clustered close together, almost all touching and occasionally slim, damp alleyway every now and then. A couple local shops around the corner, some type of foreign music always beating off the echoes of the buildings around, kids laughing, women gossiping on their porches, the usual smell of cigarette smoke or dirt was all around. Roya had seen worse--this wasn't exactly ghetto, (she'd seen ghetto plenty of times.) but it wasn't exactly the luxury she longed for. Her dad had promised this would be their last move for awhile, even though Roya didn't mind the change, she knew her father did and hated to see her having to adapt to such...sometimes, harsh conditions.
She had only been around Perdido Beach for approximately five weeks and three days. Roya quickly realized she had loved it here. The beach wasn't far, the school wasn't that horrible, and their new apartment was decent enough to live in.
Rounding a corner, Roya wiped her cheeks of a few raindrops that had dropped on her. She was only a few blocks from the school, and a couple other teens either her age or younger, were walking in clusters or separately, yawning groggily as they made their way to school.
"Roooooyaaaa!" A shrill voice zinged through her eardrums, wincing as she stopped, Roya couldn't second guess who it was. Turning, she spotted Shae, her closest friend Roya had made since she'd move her, shoving past a group of boys who stared at her oddly, watching her run up to Shae.
"Hey Shae." Roya said, once Shae was in a talking-earshot distance. Shae had unruly, frizzy, butt length dirty blond hair, in which she always had braided thickly. She was tiny, petite, and had blueish greenish eyes and rosy-pink cheeks that made her have the appearance of being at least 12--when in actuality she had just turned 15. Flustered, Shae forced a weak pant, leaning over on her knees and giving a head nod to imply her 'Hello.'
After a few moments, Shae stood and they continued walking on, Shae babbling happily about every little thing, Roya smiling and rolling her eyes playfully, as Shae talked. The girl could talk your ear off, she had an endless stream of thisandthatthisandthat. Always willing to share, always cheery, and like someone dumped a few cups of sugar into her breakfast.
"Slloooowww Dowwwwnnnn, Shae!" Roya chuckled, nudging her once she began in rapid speech about how her 4 year old brother, Oliver, made a mess of ketchup and throw up. Or something along the lines of that, Roya couldn't really tell.
The air smelled of fresh snowy dew, a light drizzle fell from the overcast of angry gray clouds to match Roya's own eyes. It was a bitter morning, kinda chilly, and she could almost feel her nose pinkening from the slight nip of cold that lingered around her.
Roya's neighborhood wasn't the best, nor was it the worst. Little apartments and old, but houses worth sentiment, were clustered close together, almost all touching and occasionally slim, damp alleyway every now and then. A couple local shops around the corner, some type of foreign music always beating off the echoes of the buildings around, kids laughing, women gossiping on their porches, the usual smell of cigarette smoke or dirt was all around. Roya had seen worse--this wasn't exactly ghetto, (she'd seen ghetto plenty of times.) but it wasn't exactly the luxury she longed for. Her dad had promised this would be their last move for awhile, even though Roya didn't mind the change, she knew her father did and hated to see her having to adapt to such...sometimes, harsh conditions.
She had only been around Perdido Beach for approximately five weeks and three days. Roya quickly realized she had loved it here. The beach wasn't far, the school wasn't that horrible, and their new apartment was decent enough to live in.
Rounding a corner, Roya wiped her cheeks of a few raindrops that had dropped on her. She was only a few blocks from the school, and a couple other teens either her age or younger, were walking in clusters or separately, yawning groggily as they made their way to school.
"Roooooyaaaa!" A shrill voice zinged through her eardrums, wincing as she stopped, Roya couldn't second guess who it was. Turning, she spotted Shae, her closest friend Roya had made since she'd move her, shoving past a group of boys who stared at her oddly, watching her run up to Shae.
"Hey Shae." Roya said, once Shae was in a talking-earshot distance. Shae had unruly, frizzy, butt length dirty blond hair, in which she always had braided thickly. She was tiny, petite, and had blueish greenish eyes and rosy-pink cheeks that made her have the appearance of being at least 12--when in actuality she had just turned 15. Flustered, Shae forced a weak pant, leaning over on her knees and giving a head nod to imply her 'Hello.'
After a few moments, Shae stood and they continued walking on, Shae babbling happily about every little thing, Roya smiling and rolling her eyes playfully, as Shae talked. The girl could talk your ear off, she had an endless stream of thisandthatthisandthat. Always willing to share, always cheery, and like someone dumped a few cups of sugar into her breakfast.
"Slloooowww Dowwwwnnnn, Shae!" Roya chuckled, nudging her once she began in rapid speech about how her 4 year old brother, Oliver, made a mess of ketchup and throw up. Or something along the lines of that, Roya couldn't really tell.
it was nearly an ordinary day for David. Nearly.He'd got up, put on some clothes blearily, realised they were his sister's, took them off, then put his clothes on. He realised slowly that he needed something to wake him up. so he wandered down to his shed and picked up his Luger P08, fired it at a wall, and the loud bang woke him up better than any coffee.
He got breakfast and cycled in to school, although halfway his tyre got a puncture, and he was late to school AGAIN. as he legged it into the classroom, Mr Trentlake Had just started talking about the civil war. He was about to explain why he was late when he realised that the teacher wasn't there anymore.
Penelope knew she had to get out of bed. She had to. She couldn't just lay here all day either crying or drinking the Jack Daniels cleverly hidden under her mattress.This new home was unfamiliar to her. The room too big, the temperature too warm, the family too nice. She was used to sharing a room with her brother and piling on the covers at night. She was used to the sharp words or the occasional stinging slap.
Silently, Penelope heaved herself out of the too-soft bed, and stumbled to the bathroom. She hadn't slept again last night, because she was tired of reliving that night. Tired of seeing all the blood and the blue skin.
The pills didn't work, none of them except the pain pills for her face. The sleeping pills made her jumpy and anti-depressants made her want to die even more. Penelope just wanted to go back to the days where her Mother was alive and she didn't have this hideous mark on her face, showing how much her father really loved her.
Penelope figured she might as well take a shower, just to get the alcoholic stench out of her skin and to ease the throbbing hangover resting behind her eyes. She hopped into the cold shower, rubbing down her skin until it was raw and stinging -not even bothering to keep the stream away from her healing wound.
She stumbled out of the shower and into her room, resisting the urge to take a swig of the burning liquid under her mattress. After getting dressed, she walked into Paul's room, a ghost of a smile on her face as she saw his thick head of dark hair above his new comforter. He was all she had to live for now, and that's the only reason why she hadn't killed herself.
She slowly walked down the stairs, hearing her foster parents' voices in the kitchen. She wasn't hungry, she felt she would puke if she tried to shove anything down her throat. When Penelope came into the kitchen, Janette and Harold said in union "Good morning, Penelope."
Penelope mumbled a response and picked up her already-packed backpack. She figured the Jacksons packed it for her, since everyone knew she wouldn't herself. When Harold told her to have a nice day or some stupid shit like that, she only grunted in response.
Not bothering to look at the time to see if she was late or early, Penelope walked out the front door and slowly made her way to the school three blocks away
Tora's day started out like it always did Her older brother Sora Came into her room and woke her up she took a shower and then went downstairs for breakfast. When she got downstairs she was greeted by her older brother and her aunt. She and her brother ate breakfast. When t hey were done sora said, " Hey little sis we better get going to school." "okay" Tora replied as they ran out the door and started the 2 block walk to the school.
Roya & Shae had made it into school, She linking her arms with Roya as they bumped along past the other 'busy' teens. Either clustered outside their first period class, flirting, laughing, or hunched into corners with their text book propped up on their knees--probably finishing overdue homework.
"Oh, look. The new girl decided to put on a mask this morning." An chilling, snarky voice said in her ear.
Da fuck? Roya thought, spinning around with Shae, who was only then silenced with a gulp and her pretty little doe eyes.
Roya's short temper easily began to boil, her cheeks flushing a little bit and her eyes flashing dangerously. First, she wasn't that new. Second, she wore make up everyday--even though it wasn't a lot.
Colbie Marks just had nothing better to do with her days. Tall, curvy, and beach blond, she was every guy's cheerleader dream. Roya stared up at her, glaring profusely, she hated dealing with this bullcrap every week.
"Yeah, I guess so." She retorted, ignoring the pull of Shae as she tried to pull Roya off. "Come onnnn." She hissed.
Roya supposed she was alright looking. Wavy, long black hair, oval face, ivory-ish skin with her father's straight nose, and her athletic-ish body, minus her eyes, looks weren't really ever a big deal to her, and what would some mascara and a thin line of eyeliner have to do with anything?
Colbie continued to stare down at Roya with all her Senior-Superiority, Roya was almost surprised to not see her little possee of Thing 1 and Thing 2 trailing along like needy new born pups.
"Better to class and take a seat in the back before anyone else sees your face." Colbie said with mock innoncence, flashing a perfect, gleaming smile.
"Hm, maybe we should walk together then?" Roya spat back, turning on her heal and dragging Shae with her, who had finally shut up long enough for Roya to get out a few sentences. Her temper was flaring, and Shae noticed it quickly.
"Dude, I may talk your ear off, but I'm pretty sure your short temper can get you in trouble." Shae said, unlinking arms as they arrived at Shae's first period.
But Shae was right--she shouldn't let the human sized Barbie get to her.
"Yeah, well see you after class." Roya mumbled, adjusting her backpack as Shae gave her an approving smile.
"Oh, look. The new girl decided to put on a mask this morning." An chilling, snarky voice said in her ear.
Da fuck? Roya thought, spinning around with Shae, who was only then silenced with a gulp and her pretty little doe eyes.
Roya's short temper easily began to boil, her cheeks flushing a little bit and her eyes flashing dangerously. First, she wasn't that new. Second, she wore make up everyday--even though it wasn't a lot.
Colbie Marks just had nothing better to do with her days. Tall, curvy, and beach blond, she was every guy's cheerleader dream. Roya stared up at her, glaring profusely, she hated dealing with this bullcrap every week.
"Yeah, I guess so." She retorted, ignoring the pull of Shae as she tried to pull Roya off. "Come onnnn." She hissed.
Roya supposed she was alright looking. Wavy, long black hair, oval face, ivory-ish skin with her father's straight nose, and her athletic-ish body, minus her eyes, looks weren't really ever a big deal to her, and what would some mascara and a thin line of eyeliner have to do with anything?
Colbie continued to stare down at Roya with all her Senior-Superiority, Roya was almost surprised to not see her little possee of Thing 1 and Thing 2 trailing along like needy new born pups.
"Better to class and take a seat in the back before anyone else sees your face." Colbie said with mock innoncence, flashing a perfect, gleaming smile.
"Hm, maybe we should walk together then?" Roya spat back, turning on her heal and dragging Shae with her, who had finally shut up long enough for Roya to get out a few sentences. Her temper was flaring, and Shae noticed it quickly.
"Dude, I may talk your ear off, but I'm pretty sure your short temper can get you in trouble." Shae said, unlinking arms as they arrived at Shae's first period.
But Shae was right--she shouldn't let the human sized Barbie get to her.
"Yeah, well see you after class." Roya mumbled, adjusting her backpack as Shae gave her an approving smile.
Penelope walked through the school's front doors a zombie. She shuffled through the halls, ignoring the stares and whispers of "She took the bandage off" and "That's the girl... you know... her Dad snapped." She tuned it out as she made her way past the bland yellow lockers to the one with her number on it.Her vision wavered then sharpened and a burst of noise caused Penelope to squint and twitch. What the hell? Everything snapped back to normal and Penelope shook her head, I really need to stop drinking
As Penelope backed away from her locker, she noticed one of the senior jocks staring at her face. "What? Is there something on my face?" She asked mock-innocently, and laughed dryly as the boy continued down the hall hurriedly, away from her. "Fucking idiots." She muttered, used to the odd pull in her skin where her wound was. The long jagged cut on the right side of Penelope's face caused her face to feel tight and dead when she talked or smiled -which was rare.
She started down the hallway and noticed Colbie Marks stomping off in one direction. Not paying attention to her surroundings, Penelope ran straight into a black-haired girl with stormy gray eyes. She had a moment to admire the girl's smooth face before she blushed and muttered an apology hurrying down the hallway as fast as her short legs could take her. Fucking klutz, you can't do anything right, can you? Mom might be alive if you did something right with your sorry ass.
Even with her father in prison, Penelope found herself continuing talking to herself as he did. It's as if he never left, and the mark on her face reminds her everyday of him. Daddy's Mark. Penelope heard footsteps following her, but she tried to ignore it. She hoped the girl wasn't mad for bashing into her like a complete idiot.
Nola glided through her high end neighborhood, ignoring the large, empty looking houses. She hated big houses. She'd always lived in one, but they were so damn empty. Nola may not have been the most social person--hell she was practically anti-social--but that didn't mean she enjoyed being completely cut off from others. Before moving from New Orleans, at least she had had Carmen, her Nana. They'd often traveled out into the French Quarter, or down to the markets, a steady flow of jazz ringing in their ears.
Now...she was near constantly alone and there was always silence. She felt like a ghost sometimes, haunting her own house. Hollow....her last name was fitting.
Shaking her head Nola turned away from the thoughts. She focused on gliding down the next hill, her face softening. She loved biking, she loved the stretching feel it gave her muscles, and the wind in her face, blowing back her hair.
Not even the dreary chilly morning bothered her. Originally being from New Orleans, even the slightest cold had once caused much discomfort. But now, she wasn't even wearing a jacket, and she was just fine. It might as well have been a sunny spring morning. In fact, the cold never bothered her anymore. Not with what had been happening....
Nola gave a frown, a nervousness coming to her face. Images of frost coated window panes and puffs of cold breath flickered through her mind, but she quickly shook her head. Just don't think about it. Just stay calm, like everyday.
Finally she arrived at school. Nola quickly secured her bike to the bike rack and slipped inside, knowing she only had about two minutes to get to History class. Fortunately, she already had her first period work in her backpack, and her class was close. Silently, she slipped around other students, ignoring their noise and chatter, and walked into her class, taking her usual seat near the back.
The monitors beeped and blinked in the hospital, the doctors working doggedly on the young patient in front of them. The head doctor, Doctor Grey, looked at the shell of a young athlete a year ago... now a skeleton with no thick locks of long black hair that had been there before.Sighing he went back to the operating table. Turns out the poor boy had cancer tumors in his brain as well as testicular cancer. Shaking his head Grey picked up the scalpel and lined it up on the young man's head. The boy had already a low chance of living, why did the tumors had to appear now? When they were so close to solving the testicular (which had fired up again). They decided not to tell Aquila that he had brain tumors, it would crush the last remaining dregs of spirit the boy had.
The boy had a gas mask strapped to this mouth, pumping sleeping drugs into his mouth.
The other surgeons were ready to cut out the tumors in his brain.
Its go time thought Grey as he raised the scalpel.
Then he was gone, every surgeon was gone.... every patient in the hospital was gone apart from the young cancer sufferer having sleeping drugs being pumped into his system.
Two hours later the drugs ran out. Ten seconds after that Aquila woke up, his shocking green eyes blinking a few times before he sat up. Wincing as he pulled the now empty chemo drip out of his arm, he stood and looked around.
"Huh"
He was still in surgery... with no doctors?
He wandered out of the room and shouted, "Doctor! Oi! Doctor!"
He looked around for some doctor scrubs, he wasn't planning on walking outside in his patient robes... he wasn't too keen on showing his ass to random strangers, then pulled the on.
He wandered down the hall into another ward.... into another ward... until he had wandered through every ward in the hospital. He walked outside and looked along the town square where he saw empty running cars and no adults, just kids wandering around.
"What.... the fuck?" he said out loud, not caring if anyone had heard him.
Penelope darted into her classroom, confident she lost the girl following her. Ignoring the stares from her classmates and teacher, Stupid fuckers, Penelope slammed her bag on the table and slouched in her chair, shoving ear buds into her ears. As the loud screamo erupted in her ears, Penelope let herself smile and look out the window.The fat teacher didn't bother to yell at Penelope for not paying attention. Her venomous glares and hard face stopped them in their tracks. Plus, they couldn't help but pity the tiny girl. Losing a Mother in such a way, while becoming a pariah to her friends must be difficult. In the teachers lounge the women gossiped and clucked about it, while the men shook their heads and said, "Poor girl."
Penelope sat for a few minutes, trying to distinguish what she was feeling. She felt... out of place. But not in the way most people would think. She felt too big for her skin. She felt her sight and hearing sharpen and smells found her nose more so than they ever had. The sweat of children was ripe and disgusting, the sweet scents of perfume and cologne mixed, and the blood was... mouthwatering.
What the fuck?!, Penelope asked herself, looking down at her hands, which were changing. Orange and black fur was growing out of her skin, but receded quickly. I really really need to stop drinking...
"Hey, Joker." The voice penetrated through the stream of music pounding into Penelope's eardrums. How can I hear him?!
Penelope looked up, and felt her teeth sharpen. The jerk who said the cruel comment flinched as his eyes widened in horror. Penelope opened her mouth to say something, but something happened. A gasp flew throughout the classroom, and Penelope heard a pencil hit the floor. Fuck, fuck, fuck! What's happening to me? Did they all notice? What's-
But Penelope's thoughts froze as she saw the teacher disappear. Poof. Gone.
((Let's hold off a bit til Rose gets back (I don't even know if anyone else is on right now O_o), because she told me how she's shoppin or something so she doesn't want to miss much, or lose that opening I stealthily gave her heh :p))
((is it ok if i post once since i havent yet? Cause i just now saw we started.))
((hmm, I guess, but don't go too far into the whole "all the adults poofed" thing, since Rose needs to catch up! :p))
((ohh yeah i know i wasnt going to))
Cade was half asleep as he walked to school. The morning went by in a blur, like it usually does. Since the same thing happens ever morning. He wakes up, takes a shower, eats, and then gets ready for school. Cade turned the corner on the street that the school is on. Cade got up early this morning to go shoot with his friend Jay, who is also on the basketball team.Cade opened the back door to the school, which is always unlocked. As he goes down the hallway to the gym. He sees the principal standing there. shit he mumbles under his breathe.
To his surprise the principal didnt say anything but a half meant good morning. After he changed and put on his basketball shoes he sees his friend Jay.
"Hey, took you long enough to get here." He said with a little sarcasm.
"Sorry, i was really tired and barely got out of bed. Your lucky i even got up at all." Cade went and got a mens basketball from the storage closet. He did his usual worm up, he shot from each hash, the elbow, one free throw and then he did it again. After that he went on to his favorite shot, threes.
Cade tried to keep up a conversation but he was to tired and didnt feel like talking. Jay kept talking but after a while he noticed Cade wasnt paying attention. So he trailed off after mentioning one last thing. wait what?!
"Your getting your permit tomorrow?!!"
"Yeah its what happens when your fifteen and a half." Cade was really shocked at the idea of him driving.
((how is my first rp post?))
((Kickass, braden! you're doing great. ^^))
Roya was about to snap at the harsh shove of someone behind her. She whirled around, ready to bitch some more at whoever it was, but Roya's jaw snapped shut as she faintly recognized Penelope, a girl, who she didn't know much--but had heard plenty of rumors of her being beat, hit, who drank, smoked, etc. Roya didn't tend to believe rumors, but judging from the looks of Penelopes 'Don't mess with me look', Roya took a step back, hearing a brief, muttered apology before she quickly spun around and headed off to class.
Shae stood there with her light eyebrows raised, her small, porcelain face tilted. "Well." The bell rang then and Shae patted Roya's shoulder as she stood there, giving herself time to take in a few deep breaths. "Go to class."
It was then Roya realized she'd have to follow in Penelope's direction, as they shared the same first period class. Taking off at a light jog, she entered the class room and kept her black hair over her eyes as she entered, hoping to appear invisible--but nope. The class was silent, and all eyes were on her.
A cold sweat creeped up her spine as she tried to find herself an absent seat...looking up from her over-grown bangs, the only desk available was by the sulking Penelope. Roya quickly took her seat, sliding her bag off her shoulder and it hit the ground with a louder thwack then she had wanted.
Uncomfortably, she twisted her fingers together on her desk, staring up at the board as all curious eyes turned away from her, and the intimidating stare from the overweight teacher returned to drone on about whatever he was talking about.
Roya was about to snap at the harsh shove of someone behind her. She whirled around, ready to bitch some more at whoever it was, but Roya's jaw snapped shut as she faintly recognized Penelope, a girl, who she didn't know much--but had heard plenty of rumors of her being beat, hit, who drank, smoked, etc. Roya didn't tend to believe rumors, but judging from the looks of Penelopes 'Don't mess with me look', Roya took a step back, hearing a brief, muttered apology before she quickly spun around and headed off to class.
Shae stood there with her light eyebrows raised, her small, porcelain face tilted. "Well." The bell rang then and Shae patted Roya's shoulder as she stood there, giving herself time to take in a few deep breaths. "Go to class."
It was then Roya realized she'd have to follow in Penelope's direction, as they shared the same first period class. Taking off at a light jog, she entered the class room and kept her black hair over her eyes as she entered, hoping to appear invisible--but nope. The class was silent, and all eyes were on her.
A cold sweat creeped up her spine as she tried to find herself an absent seat...looking up from her over-grown bangs, the only desk available was by the sulking Penelope. Roya quickly took her seat, sliding her bag off her shoulder and it hit the ground with a louder thwack then she had wanted.
Uncomfortably, she twisted her fingers together on her desk, staring up at the board as all curious eyes turned away from her, and the intimidating stare from the overweight teacher returned to drone on about whatever he was talking about.
((thanks!))After Cade and Jay played a game of around the world they noticed the bell was about to ring. He hurried down to the locker room to change. "Crap Jay, were gonna be late again."
"All well i hate my first class. It sucks, math is the worst." Cade didnt reply, he was to worried about getting to class on time. He scooped up his bag and sprinted out of the locker room leaving Jay behind. He slowed down once he saw a teacher standing outside her door.
The second bell rang and Cade's stomach dropped. crap, crap, crap, crap! he mumbled as he hurried to his first class.
He got to class and opened the door. The small teacher gave him a 'sit down now' look. As he looked for an open seat, he noticed a few kids staring at him. What do they want?!! he screamed inside his head. He tries to stay out of the spotlight. Not liking all the attention on him, but sometimes it just happens.
As he took a seat next to a girl with bright orangish-red hair. She gave him a half hearted smile. He returned it and looked at his teacher. She wore a long dress that flowed across the floor. It had a unique floral print on it.
The teacher started to talk but he was barely listening. He pulled out his notebook and a pencil. He dropped the pencil on the ground. As he bent to pick it up he heard everyone gasp. He grabbed the pencil and swung his head up to see what was going on. Wham! he hit his head on the bottom of the desk.
He cupped his hand around his head and looked up. He couldnt believe what he was seeing. Or what he wasnt seeing.
The teacher was gone.
((sorry i just thought id get to the poof since two people already did))
((Yup. Good job RPing btw. Its really your first? My first RP post was really lame.))
((Yeah haha, Ive always wanted to try. I just now got around to it. Ohh and thanks.))
((:D Oooh, thread idea!! *runs off*))
Nola watched quietly as the last of the people filtered into class. One girl caught her attention. Her name was Penelope and she was somewhat knew to town and somewhat infamous. She'd had a really rough past--Nola didn't know the exact details--but the long rough scar that ran down her face and the lingering smell of alcohol told Nola it wasn't pretty. Nola, being the daughter of a doctor, knew the girl's scar was still healing, no more than a few months old. It looked rough now, but Nola wondered--if in a few months--how much better it would look.
She was distracted when another girl--Roya was her name--sat down in the only empty seat by Penelope. She was a pretty girl with thick, shiny black hair--not like Nola's own, which absorbed light like shadows--and large gray eyes. She looked uncomfortable next to Penelope. Nola raised an eyebrow at this but shook her head. It's not any of my business.
It wasn't that Roya didn't like anyone, well, besides Colbie and her Things...but when Penelope had accidentally (or not.) walked into in the hall, it wasn't a big deal, but now Roya felt...weird.
Out of place, confused even. It was a weird, unshakable feeling. Roya relaxed in her seat a bit, figuring she was just a bit out of whack this morning. Her nightmares probably screwing up her school day.
She groaned inwardly, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. Her eyelids fluttered, and she stiffled a yawn. Absently, her eyes kinda, sorta, maybe, okay definitely wandered to the profile of Penelope.
She had a mass of black, curly hair--a bit unkempt looking, but it made her look exotic, pretty even. She had light blue eyes, from what she could see, and a light, pinkish scar running from about her lip and upwards. Roya didn't want to stare, so she turned her attention back to the board, not really listening.
Guess the rumors were true. Roya thought sadly, knowing a family member (the details were fuzzy.) had given her that scar.
Out of place, confused even. It was a weird, unshakable feeling. Roya relaxed in her seat a bit, figuring she was just a bit out of whack this morning. Her nightmares probably screwing up her school day.
She groaned inwardly, resting her chin on the palm of her hand. Her eyelids fluttered, and she stiffled a yawn. Absently, her eyes kinda, sorta, maybe, okay definitely wandered to the profile of Penelope.
She had a mass of black, curly hair--a bit unkempt looking, but it made her look exotic, pretty even. She had light blue eyes, from what she could see, and a light, pinkish scar running from about her lip and upwards. Roya didn't want to stare, so she turned her attention back to the board, not really listening.
Guess the rumors were true. Roya thought sadly, knowing a family member (the details were fuzzy.) had given her that scar.
((hmm, should I just forget the part where the teacher poofed in our class? And Penelope had her freak out with that rude boy.... rahh! confusin, I is not sure what to do))
we should probably start it right at the beginning, when all our characters were in school, just before the adults poofed. we should all be in the same class or something... anyhow, enough babbling: BEGIN.